Dhampire (prologue)

Crimson, no scarlet. Definitely scarlet, that’s close.

Small rivulets were starting to form down his wrist, the distance closed in what seemed forever. Levin’s focus however was on the glinting fangs inching closer just behind. I had wanted this secretly, each of them, not quite like this but it was happening. My pulse quickened breath caught in his throat, this was going to hurt.

Fuuuuuuuuuck…. This was the word coming to mind at this precise moment, the bell only 10 minutes away sounding the sweet release of everyone bored to death like me. The professor kept going on about doing the reading and study while on break.

Honestly if I thought about it I almost never did the reading, I ran my hand through the short mass of sandy hairs on my head as my mind wandered, most of the second hand books that I bought at the beginning of the semester sat under my bed forgotten till just now with the weeks dirty laundry. I’m not a genius or anything, having a 2.5 GPA to prove it but most questions over the subjects follow basic common sense procedure, and homework is easy to get copied for you, for a fee. Not that I’m rich or even well off really either but it’s easier than reading something you’ll never have to use the memory of. That’s just how I felt, honestly.

“Mr. Levin? Mr. Levin! Are you listening to anything I’ve said?” My slightly over middle aged professor Mr. Benson was directing my way. My attention snapped to like I was pulled from a trance, it looked comical I assume my fellow students chuckled and giggled. “Of course I was” I lied. Obviously I mean.

“And what may I ask was I saying?” He seemed more bored than I was, like getting to yell at unatenative students gets boring after so many years of tenure. Maybe I was imaging things. when I looked back up I had no idea what to say, I was in damage control mode standing up I peered over my neighbors notes, not much mostly the top words and highlights in his text book “I believe it was a summing up of business etiquette and how important it was to our immediate lives.” I sounded a little sarcastic even to me. His reaction was as expected he looked at me then again with the intention of actually yelling this time just as the bell rang signaling the hustle out the door. Most of us were hustling the last day or two, it was spring break in a couple more hours and everyone was ready to party, or leave, or leave to party if they hadn’t already. Passing groups and couples were clammering about their different destinations, it made me grit my teeth but I kept walking. My plans were the same as last year, try to not piss anyone off or get arrested. Usually do. I always kept my head down, probably why I didn’t notice the largest frame in the world turning out of the doorway into my face, his name was Jace Hoskins, and his I’d guess 300 pounds of all star ass hole was toppling on top of me in the most awkward way possible. His shoulder was pushing up on my chin and pushing on his now flexed stomach proved useless. He was crushing me for a second until he started pushing off the ground by my face then pressing on my chest shoving himself up using my ribs as a spring board making me oomph.

“Watch it dickless” his voice was deep, it always made the girls swoon, I mean I get it he’s literally stereotypically above average in every way, from his upper class upbringing to his six foot and a half height, he was infuriating to look at let alone be around in class in regular doses, he always liked to assert his dominance. Never anything that he’d be called on of course, just things that would make you want to fight him, and he welcomed it. He worked on provocation, so I got up keeping my cool my breath coming out only slightly uneven, I really didn’t want to try him on I was a full five five and one thirty eight last time I weighed, people can say what they want about size not mattering but looking up into his piercing glare I did not feel confident. At all.

He was on the football, basketball, lacrosse, and ROTC, basically getting a free ride all the way to graduation and he was looking at me like I did HIM wrong? Thinking about him overrode my logic of past encounters with this man.

“Maybe you need to watch it” it wasn’t the greatest, but it was the best my mind put together. His eyes darkened as I spoke, I felt the punch coming and closed my eyes instinctively.

I heard him walking away before I opened then again, my breath let out without me realizing I was holding it.

I really thought my mouth got me in trouble there.

I was walking into my next class economics as I thought about what I was gonna do for spring break, probably just pick up a few drinks each day and piss it away.