Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Cocktail ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

A/N: This is my first original story…yeah, `nuf said <<;

 

The school was big and foreboding, causing a chill to run down my spine. It was an elite private school, one built for only the best. And apparently, I was the best. Of course, I couldn't remember the name of my new school. My memory was never my strong point. But, it is not important. All that is important is the fact that I don't belong.

 

And I don't mean in the normal sense. I mean, it's not like I'm some ugly nerd, or a wallflower. I am considered to be quite attractive, to members of each gender. Pale, with shaggy red roan hair and piercing green eyes, I am quite the attraction. I am quite tall for 17, with a lean body that had always been slightly muscular. My teeth were straight and even, gleaming white. I have even been asked to model a few times early in my childhood. But, despite that, I have never been with the `in' crowd. I've always been kind of a loner, never associating with my own kind.

 

“Ow. That hurt!” A small whine came from the group of girls in front of me, their high pitched whines pulling me out of my revere. There were five of them, hips swaying and pitched voices chattering idly. Their uniforms were all carefully identical, not against school regulations, but just edging the thin line between acceptable and unacceptable. Gleaming hair, all the same length, glistened in the sun as each flung there hair from side to side, evidently thinking it was attractive.

 

I watched as one smaller girl showed her finger to her friends, showing how she had accidentally cut herself on something. A rush of want raced through my veins. I could feel my body hardening and my eyes widen. A dull pain in my mouth signified that my canine teeth very elongating. I looked down to my hands, my nails growing swiftly before my eyes. I rolled my eyes and waited. These feeling I am quite familiar with. Not only that, but they were followed by another, constant sensation that had been with me throughout my existence. The sense of falling, my vision blackening at the edges. And then, darkness.

 

You see, I am a vampire.

 

And I happen to have hemophobia.

 

A/N: Prologue is now finished. I needed a break from my Naruto fanfic, and my Loveless is in a rut. This idea came to me one day, sitting in a particularly boring Canadian History class. My friend was working on her vampire manga, and I was reading a Vampire Knight fic aon my spare that morning, so I was thinking, “Wouldn't it be funny if a vampire was afraid of blood?” And so, it began.