beautiful people
okay, so i've written another one, but this makes a little more sense, seeing as this is the beginning. jaimey and his family are vampires, but i'm not giving away more than that.
There was a little talk. Not much, though it was drowned out anyway by the sound of the children’s hollering on a Monty Python comedy video. Supposedly. It wasn’t funny in the least - was it necessary for us to watch this tosh? The video began with a newborn falling out of a woman’s dress. Mrs. Whitney tried to teach us through the use of ‘media’ about contraception. “Can’t you have your balls cut off, Daddy?” asked a child on screen. Megan cringed next to me. Switch off.
R.E. Why was I taking this class again? I had a masters in philosophy, and I was sitting here learning junior-level Catholicism. Goodness. I began to comb through the conversations, in the next class, in this. I picked up Libby’s musical voice: “They’re just like Jaimey and his fam. Shit me. I want to look like that.” Frowning, I listened on. “There’s four of them,” Said she, not too proud to have been indulging in such gossip - Megan was kind to her. “Two boys and two girls. Creepy,” She breathed.
There was a little talk. Not much, though it was drowned out anyway by the sound of the children’s hollering on a Monty Python comedy video. Supposedly. It wasn’t funny in the least - was it necessary for us to watch this tosh? The video began with a newborn falling out of a woman’s dress. Mrs. Whitney tried to teach us through the use of ‘media’ about contraception. “Can’t you have your balls cut off, Daddy?” asked a child on screen. Megan cringed next to me. Switch off.
R.E. Why was I taking this class again? I had a masters in philosophy, and I was sitting here learning junior-level Catholicism. Goodness. I began to comb through the conversations, in the next class, in this. I picked up Libby’s musical voice: “They’re just like Jaimey and his fam. Shit me. I want to look like that.” Frowning, I listened on. “There’s four of them,” Said she, not too proud to have been indulging in such gossip - Megan was kind to her. “Two boys and two girls. Creepy,” She breathed.
“No, sexy.” Said Nicole. Oh, cringe. Cringe cringe cringe. The girl needed a life. So many of the girls had sick minds here, or at least of what I had heard from Jakob.
Somewhere in the nether regions of the school, a bell rang. And then the sound was brought slowly forward, each bell following the same pattern. There was a rhythm to that school bell. Meanwhile, I contemplated what Libby had been saying. There was gossip of a new family shifting into the area - the kids were to come here for their final years of school. There wasn’t much discussion, because whether they knew it or not, the students and faculty here had seen a coven before, and they weren’t surprised as the same sort of people moved in; the more eye candy, the merrier. But this was our spot. This was the place that we lived, and if some human-eating, two-girls-two-boys fam-a-lam was going to come and jeopardize my safety, and my family’s, I wasn’t happy about it. I swallowed reflexively, taking a seat at the bench, up against the window at the decking - our usual spot. On my tail, Megan danced into the seat in front of me, pulling a breadroll wrapped in cling film and a bottle of milkshake out of her bag for appearances’ sake. She held an apple in her hand. It was something to hold - something she waved about as she spoke so it looked like she would bite it at any moment.
Next at the table was Rhys, looking admirable and delicious, attracting glances as he swaggered down the hall. He had just come from Phys Ed, and as it was a double lesson, hadn’t changed out of his tracksuit and sheer trutex polo-shirt. He let his bag slide down his marble arm onto the wood, and sat, an open salad sub looking half-eaten in front of him.
I ‘yawned’, hand over my mouth, letting my head rest on the velvety, charred wood beneath me. The denim that clung to my legs expertly felt like velvet underneath my hands, as did the sweater on my back. Oliver was next to the table, having just come from Libby’s class; they’d been held back with Ms. Savage. Oh, she was another one. With a long, hard body and fiery red hair, she could be a vampire herself. Her skin was freckled, pale, her wardrobe sharp and tasteful. Apparently, she had a crush on me - according to Jakob, who, once he came here, failed purposely so that he had an excuse to bribe her with a kiss. And I had no doubt that was he was late: when he gracefully skipped onto the decking, blonde hair ruffled, golden eyes all a-glimmer, it was obvious that he had been fooling around.
I made eye contact.
Who was it now? I enquired, displeased at his modern antics. He laughed at me, bringing out his own packet of crisps and chocolate bars before answering. “Michelle Zimmerman.” It was a manner that would have dismayed me even more, had Jakob not been so selective about the girls that he kissed. “I don’t go any further than a kiss and a cuddle.” He appreciated the warmth of a woman’s flesh. A woman’s. He wouldn’t mind a vampire as a partner, but so far he hadn’t settled on anyone. He was a strutting buck that took the prettiest, coyest girls and was tender to them.
Most of the women at this school, from staff down to freshman year, were in love with Jak.
“Whoa. Who are they?” Rhys’ melodic hum lifted above all the other voices around me, dark eyes staring out to the car park. Oh, goodness; I’d forgotten to tell them. Ollie, of course, with his abnormally rare gift, knew exactly what I was going to say before I said it. “They’re the new guys. Vampires, I reckon.” His sentence was too low and hushed to be heard by any human, but it was tangible - their stares concentrated as we exchanged glances and huddled over food we weren’t going to eat.
There they were - four vampires. Yes, they were, standing around a car, chatting.
There were two men; tall, my height, one ripped and exceptionally beautiful, another quietly striking. They had wide eyes - black, so to inconvenience me. I couldn’t tell whether they were vegetarian or not. I doubted it. Two girls. One, very pretty indeed, with hair down to her waist, more graceful than any creature I had ever laid eyes upon. Even in stillness, she was ethereal. And then the last one. She was smaller than all of them; her black hair in gentle, artificial waves, hanging down to the middle of her back. She had an athletic body, little. With guilt, I thought of her small chest, her out-of-proportion, long thighs.
She was glorious.
There was a little talk. Not much, though it was drowned out anyway by the sound of the children’s hollering on a Monty Python comedy video. Supposedly. It wasn’t funny in the least - was it necessary for us to watch this tosh? The video began with a newborn falling out of a woman’s dress. Mrs. Whitney tried to teach us through the use of ‘media’ about contraception. “Can’t you have your balls cut off, Daddy?” asked a child on screen. Megan cringed next to me. Switch off.
R.E. Why was I taking this class again? I had a masters in philosophy, and I was sitting here learning junior-level Catholicism. Goodness. I began to comb through the conversations, in the next class, in this. I picked up Libby’s musical voice: “They’re just like Jaimey and his fam. Shit me. I want to look like that.” Frowning, I listened on. “There’s four of them,” Said she, not too proud to have been indulging in such gossip - Megan was kind to her. “Two boys and two girls. Creepy,” She breathed.
There was a little talk. Not much, though it was drowned out anyway by the sound of the children’s hollering on a Monty Python comedy video. Supposedly. It wasn’t funny in the least - was it necessary for us to watch this tosh? The video began with a newborn falling out of a woman’s dress. Mrs. Whitney tried to teach us through the use of ‘media’ about contraception. “Can’t you have your balls cut off, Daddy?” asked a child on screen. Megan cringed next to me. Switch off.
R.E. Why was I taking this class again? I had a masters in philosophy, and I was sitting here learning junior-level Catholicism. Goodness. I began to comb through the conversations, in the next class, in this. I picked up Libby’s musical voice: “They’re just like Jaimey and his fam. Shit me. I want to look like that.” Frowning, I listened on. “There’s four of them,” Said she, not too proud to have been indulging in such gossip - Megan was kind to her. “Two boys and two girls. Creepy,” She breathed.
“No, sexy.” Said Nicole. Oh, cringe. Cringe cringe cringe. The girl needed a life. So many of the girls had sick minds here, or at least of what I had heard from Jakob.
Somewhere in the nether regions of the school, a bell rang. And then the sound was brought slowly forward, each bell following the same pattern. There was a rhythm to that school bell. Meanwhile, I contemplated what Libby had been saying. There was gossip of a new family shifting into the area - the kids were to come here for their final years of school. There wasn’t much discussion, because whether they knew it or not, the students and faculty here had seen a coven before, and they weren’t surprised as the same sort of people moved in; the more eye candy, the merrier. But this was our spot. This was the place that we lived, and if some human-eating, two-girls-two-boys fam-a-lam was going to come and jeopardize my safety, and my family’s, I wasn’t happy about it. I swallowed reflexively, taking a seat at the bench, up against the window at the decking - our usual spot. On my tail, Megan danced into the seat in front of me, pulling a breadroll wrapped in cling film and a bottle of milkshake out of her bag for appearances’ sake. She held an apple in her hand. It was something to hold - something she waved about as she spoke so it looked like she would bite it at any moment.
Next at the table was Rhys, looking admirable and delicious, attracting glances as he swaggered down the hall. He had just come from Phys Ed, and as it was a double lesson, hadn’t changed out of his tracksuit and sheer trutex polo-shirt. He let his bag slide down his marble arm onto the wood, and sat, an open salad sub looking half-eaten in front of him.
I ‘yawned’, hand over my mouth, letting my head rest on the velvety, charred wood beneath me. The denim that clung to my legs expertly felt like velvet underneath my hands, as did the sweater on my back. Oliver was next to the table, having just come from Libby’s class; they’d been held back with Ms. Savage. Oh, she was another one. With a long, hard body and fiery red hair, she could be a vampire herself. Her skin was freckled, pale, her wardrobe sharp and tasteful. Apparently, she had a crush on me - according to Jakob, who, once he came here, failed purposely so that he had an excuse to bribe her with a kiss. And I had no doubt that was he was late: when he gracefully skipped onto the decking, blonde hair ruffled, golden eyes all a-glimmer, it was obvious that he had been fooling around.
I made eye contact.
Who was it now? I enquired, displeased at his modern antics. He laughed at me, bringing out his own packet of crisps and chocolate bars before answering. “Michelle Zimmerman.” It was a manner that would have dismayed me even more, had Jakob not been so selective about the girls that he kissed. “I don’t go any further than a kiss and a cuddle.” He appreciated the warmth of a woman’s flesh. A woman’s. He wouldn’t mind a vampire as a partner, but so far he hadn’t settled on anyone. He was a strutting buck that took the prettiest, coyest girls and was tender to them.
Most of the women at this school, from staff down to freshman year, were in love with Jak.
“Whoa. Who are they?” Rhys’ melodic hum lifted above all the other voices around me, dark eyes staring out to the car park. Oh, goodness; I’d forgotten to tell them. Ollie, of course, with his abnormally rare gift, knew exactly what I was going to say before I said it. “They’re the new guys. Vampires, I reckon.” His sentence was too low and hushed to be heard by any human, but it was tangible - their stares concentrated as we exchanged glances and huddled over food we weren’t going to eat.
There they were - four vampires. Yes, they were, standing around a car, chatting.
There were two men; tall, my height, one ripped and exceptionally beautiful, another quietly striking. They had wide eyes - black, so to inconvenience me. I couldn’t tell whether they were vegetarian or not. I doubted it. Two girls. One, very pretty indeed, with hair down to her waist, more graceful than any creature I had ever laid eyes upon. Even in stillness, she was ethereal. And then the last one. She was smaller than all of them; her black hair in gentle, artificial waves, hanging down to the middle of her back. She had an athletic body, little. With guilt, I thought of her small chest, her out-of-proportion, long thighs.
She was glorious.