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Vampirefic! <3
Hooray for Elijah Fields! ^_^ If this weren't set in the universe of Zenith, and didn't have a vampire as the main character, this could be any male teenager dominance scuffle. There's more to the idea, but I think this is good for now. ^^
"Hey, vampire."
I froze, crouched on the ground struggling with my combination lock. Why they had lockers this low I had no idea, but the fact was they did and had assigned me one. I took a deep breath and started spinning the dial again. "Hey, human", was what I wanted to say, in the snidest tone I could manage, but I figured it was better not to sink to Thierry's level, and smarter not to piss him (and his two cronies, I realized after a cursory sniff of the air) off too much right away.
Yeah, so, I might as well have gone ahead and said it. "Heard you're going out with Naomi," he drawled. He didn't sound aggressive yet, but there was a dangerous edge under the lazy tone. If he was angry, I couldn't smell it; but it sounded like he could get to be angry very easily. Fantastic.
"Well, yeah." I still didn't turn around to talk to him; I was taking no prisoners in the battle against the combination lock. It was either going to unlock for me or I was going to find something heavy to knock it off. "Is she your property?"
There were a couple muted sniggers behind me, which cut off fast.
"No, as a matter of fact, she isn't," Thierry remarked slowly, "but I'm really interested in how it happens that you're going out with her. She's human, you know. Like us."
The poor guy probably thought he was being subtle or something. Yup, you just keep thinking that, buddy. "Yeah, I'm aware of that. I can smell the difference, you know. Plus, the lack of fangs; that was a bit of a dead giveaway."
My sudden, glorious victory over the lock somewhat distracted me from the subtle change in his scent; I had made him angry. "So, why is it you're going out with her?"
Now I had to deal with dragging my backpack out of the locker; I'd wedged it in a little bit tight. "Well, I like her. So I asked her out. And she said yes. Is there some kind of human-vampire dating etiquette I haven't been let in on? I was kind of under the impression that's always how it's done."
"Yeah, there's some etiquette. Want me to tell you what it is?"
"Please do, actually." I don't know why, having freed my backpack, I actually stood up and turned to face him, or thought for a moment that he'd actually meant it. Because the minute he saw the whites of my eyes, he socked me so hard that I had slammed against the lockers and hit the floor before I actually knew I'd been punched.
"The etiquette is: don't fucking do it, you highforsaken leech!" Thierry was yelling, over the laughter of his cronies. I wasn't paying too much attention to him, because my brain was still working through what had happened, and there was something loose in my mouth.
After a moment, I found out what it was. I spat out my fangs.
The laughter got twice as loud. I must have been in a state of shock at the moment, because the only thing I could think of was 'damn it, I was going to feed tonight' while staring dumbly at the teeth on the floor. It's not such a big deal, they were loose anyway, but...
I think I was only able to pull off what I did next because of a human misconception about vampires. For some reason, they seem to think we're only dangerous if we have fangs; with my deadly weapons out of my mouth, I was crippled, humiliated, and harmless. It's really a load of bullshit because it's next to impossible to use fangs as weapons and no sane vampire in the world is going to try it if there's any other option.
So they just kept laughing as I picked up my fangs and stowed them in a pocket of my backpack. They kept laughing as I slowly got up to my feet. They kept laughing right up until I swung up and gave Thierry the uppercut of his life.
It was a *beautiful* uppercut, too. Knocked him all the way onto his back, he was so unprepared. To his credit, he didn't just lie there like an idiot after he hit; he scrambled up and came at me again. Or he would have, if my foot hadn't suddenly been in the way, knocking him back again.
His cronies had started cheering him on, encouraging him to "beat down the dirty vampire" and so on and so forth. I wasn't listening. Thierry was angry now, alright. He stank with it. Between that and the pounding headache that was starting to make its way inside my skull, I wasn't hearing much of anything.
Big bullies tend not to be the best fighters in the world. He was so pissed off that I had dared strike him back, that he couldn't think straight - let alone fight straight. In the meantime, I was angry too; but perversely calm. He'd come and harrassed me at the end of a trying day. He'd punched me and knocked out my fangs. He had started the fight; I was going to finish it. It was that simple.
It wasn't a quick victory, or a decisive one. I think I just outlasted him. He broke away from the fight (to my privately vicious disappointment, because I'd been winning and the bastard just couldn't take defeat) and spat distastefully in my direction before limping away. I watched the saliva dissipate into the carpet, and then hefted my backpack with a grimace, walking the other way.
But by fistfight rules, I'd won. He'd backed down. However high and mighty he wanted to be about it, the sonofabitch had forfeited.
That was the thought that got me home, aching and bruised but smiling.
....Happy Halloween. XD
"Hey, vampire."
I froze, crouched on the ground struggling with my combination lock. Why they had lockers this low I had no idea, but the fact was they did and had assigned me one. I took a deep breath and started spinning the dial again. "Hey, human", was what I wanted to say, in the snidest tone I could manage, but I figured it was better not to sink to Thierry's level, and smarter not to piss him (and his two cronies, I realized after a cursory sniff of the air) off too much right away.
Yeah, so, I might as well have gone ahead and said it. "Heard you're going out with Naomi," he drawled. He didn't sound aggressive yet, but there was a dangerous edge under the lazy tone. If he was angry, I couldn't smell it; but it sounded like he could get to be angry very easily. Fantastic.
"Well, yeah." I still didn't turn around to talk to him; I was taking no prisoners in the battle against the combination lock. It was either going to unlock for me or I was going to find something heavy to knock it off. "Is she your property?"
There were a couple muted sniggers behind me, which cut off fast.
"No, as a matter of fact, she isn't," Thierry remarked slowly, "but I'm really interested in how it happens that you're going out with her. She's human, you know. Like us."
The poor guy probably thought he was being subtle or something. Yup, you just keep thinking that, buddy. "Yeah, I'm aware of that. I can smell the difference, you know. Plus, the lack of fangs; that was a bit of a dead giveaway."
My sudden, glorious victory over the lock somewhat distracted me from the subtle change in his scent; I had made him angry. "So, why is it you're going out with her?"
Now I had to deal with dragging my backpack out of the locker; I'd wedged it in a little bit tight. "Well, I like her. So I asked her out. And she said yes. Is there some kind of human-vampire dating etiquette I haven't been let in on? I was kind of under the impression that's always how it's done."
"Yeah, there's some etiquette. Want me to tell you what it is?"
"Please do, actually." I don't know why, having freed my backpack, I actually stood up and turned to face him, or thought for a moment that he'd actually meant it. Because the minute he saw the whites of my eyes, he socked me so hard that I had slammed against the lockers and hit the floor before I actually knew I'd been punched.
"The etiquette is: don't fucking do it, you highforsaken leech!" Thierry was yelling, over the laughter of his cronies. I wasn't paying too much attention to him, because my brain was still working through what had happened, and there was something loose in my mouth.
After a moment, I found out what it was. I spat out my fangs.
The laughter got twice as loud. I must have been in a state of shock at the moment, because the only thing I could think of was 'damn it, I was going to feed tonight' while staring dumbly at the teeth on the floor. It's not such a big deal, they were loose anyway, but...
I think I was only able to pull off what I did next because of a human misconception about vampires. For some reason, they seem to think we're only dangerous if we have fangs; with my deadly weapons out of my mouth, I was crippled, humiliated, and harmless. It's really a load of bullshit because it's next to impossible to use fangs as weapons and no sane vampire in the world is going to try it if there's any other option.
So they just kept laughing as I picked up my fangs and stowed them in a pocket of my backpack. They kept laughing as I slowly got up to my feet. They kept laughing right up until I swung up and gave Thierry the uppercut of his life.
It was a *beautiful* uppercut, too. Knocked him all the way onto his back, he was so unprepared. To his credit, he didn't just lie there like an idiot after he hit; he scrambled up and came at me again. Or he would have, if my foot hadn't suddenly been in the way, knocking him back again.
His cronies had started cheering him on, encouraging him to "beat down the dirty vampire" and so on and so forth. I wasn't listening. Thierry was angry now, alright. He stank with it. Between that and the pounding headache that was starting to make its way inside my skull, I wasn't hearing much of anything.
Big bullies tend not to be the best fighters in the world. He was so pissed off that I had dared strike him back, that he couldn't think straight - let alone fight straight. In the meantime, I was angry too; but perversely calm. He'd come and harrassed me at the end of a trying day. He'd punched me and knocked out my fangs. He had started the fight; I was going to finish it. It was that simple.
It wasn't a quick victory, or a decisive one. I think I just outlasted him. He broke away from the fight (to my privately vicious disappointment, because I'd been winning and the bastard just couldn't take defeat) and spat distastefully in my direction before limping away. I watched the saliva dissipate into the carpet, and then hefted my backpack with a grimace, walking the other way.
But by fistfight rules, I'd won. He'd backed down. However high and mighty he wanted to be about it, the sonofabitch had forfeited.
That was the thought that got me home, aching and bruised but smiling.
....Happy Halloween. XD