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Azalea felt her head spinning a little as she headed to her locker to grab her stuff and head home with Michael. She didn't need the warning as the Trio stalked behind her, snickering and giggling at her. She could smell their intoxicating perfumes that surrounded them, it was like they had spilled the whole bottle on their body. Somehow, which Azalea never got, that adding loads and loads of perfume on oneself was able to attract boys. Girl's logic wasn't always the best, a little pint would work, no guy wants to be smothered in flower smelling girls.

But that was her opinion and would keep to herself, she had learned that keeping her opinions to herself would lessen a crowd, which had kind of worked. But not when girls were so obsessed with owning something that they'd get paranoid over a new kid who strolled on their turf. She shook her head slightly and felt their presence getting closer to her, she built up her walls and made herself look brave and not scared out of her pants, when they just shouldered her hard and laughed as they slithered into the milling students.

She held her shoulder in slight pain, watching their backs. 'What was that all about?' she thought to herself, she also realised that no other student even stopped to ask her if she was okay or not. Maybe not everyone was good here, or they didn't want to be involved with whatever Azalea had started. "Hey!" Michael startled her, making her jump and squeal, "Michael!" She gasped looking at him with a cute yet annoyed look, he chuckled, "Sorry, thought you noticed me coming." He said as he leaned against a locker, "Ready to go?" He asked, "Just gotta get my bag." She said unlocking the metal lock and pulling out her large shoulder bag and shoving her laptop and such into it. "Lets go." He said once he saw her done packing and the two pair went to his old pic up truck and got it.

"I'm excited." He said as they drove of and towards her house, "I've never hanged out with a girl before." He said, "What do you mean? You always hang out with Nevaeh, Shelly and Julie." Azalea said giving a sidelong glance at him, "I mean like alone. At their house. Just me and a girl." He said slightly blushing, "Oh," She drawled out getting what he meant, "That's weird. A guy like you should be having girls falling for you." She then shut her mouth of what she had said and looked away to hide her blushing cheeks.

"Aw, thanks Az. But I guess every girls thinks that I look dopy and with a soft heart. But really, I'm a tough guy that had a solid heart." He patted his chest where his heart was, "But what happens if you come across hella cute puppies or kittens?" Azalea teased, "Well, that's different! They are so cute!" He said, almost girly which made Azalea laugh.

"What! Don't laugh, every guy must love kittens. I mean, c'mon, they're so fluffy and cute and... and... fluffy!" He said pouting like a little child which made Azalea look at him with warm filled eyes, "Yes they are fluffy and cute and fluffy and don't forget the puppies!" Azalea said giggling, "Never will I forget the puppies." He said smiling at her as he pulled up to her house. "The neighbourhood is nice here." He said as they got out of the truck, "Well, I don't know that for sure since I've been here for like two days or so." She said as she unlocked the house, kicking the snow of her boots and headed into the freezing house.

"Burrrrr! Its so cold in here!" She exclaimed as she headed to the air-con and turned it on to heat. She then went to her room to turn on the air-con there, then came back out to the kitchen, "Want anything to eat? I can cook us up a mean looking dinner." She said as she took out two-minute noodles, making Michael smile. "Sure, sounds 'healthy'." He said winking at her which made her roll her eyes at him.

"Sure does. But at least it warms your insides up!" She said as she placed them back, "But that's for dinner, Ill make you like a sandwich or something." She said as she pulled out some ham, lettuce, tomatoes and whatnot.

"Az, you don't need to," he said, trying to stop her from making him something to eat, "I do need to. Plus I make killer sandwiches as well," She said smirking evilly, "Oh no," he said feinting a look of fear, "Its not gonna kill my insides, will it?" He said in a breathy tone, "Not that, it'll kill your taste buds, they will die of how good my sandwich is!" She said titling her head up in agreement and nodding.

"Oh no! Not my taste buds!" He said in a girly voice and holding up his hands like to fend of her, "Yes your taste buds! Now eat!" She said loudly and commanding, grinning at him as he took the sandwich with shaky hands, still keeping up with the scared act. He then took a nibble of the bread then took a bite and his eyes widen in surprise, "Ahh! Its killing me!" He acted like he was going to faint which made Azalea laugh, "Sure it is. Here," she handed him a plate, "You can bring it into my room." She said as she lead the way to her decorated room, fairy lights were hanged on her window above the little bed thing that jutted out.

She picked of her strewn clothes on her bed and hung them up in her small walk in wardrobe. "Nice room." He said walking over to her glass cabinet that were filled with anime and game character figurines, "Whoa! Is that all the characters from Assassins Creed?" He asked looking at the male figurines, "Yup, I paid a lot of money to get that on EBay." She said, "It was a big betting fight and I finally won for good persistence." She said patting the side a little, "They are so nicely done... Do you know who made them?" He asked as he went to go and sit down with her on her neatly made bed, "Sadly, no. The guy had gotten them somewhere, which I should of asked but was to caught up celebrating my win." She said taking his plate and placing it on her desk.

"Ah, okay. But they are really neat." He said staring at the figurines then looking at her, "Got anything planned?" He asked her, "Umm... No..." she said awkwardly, "Though, since you like gaming..." She grabbed her laptop and pulled up YouTube, and heard Michael gasp, "Ahh you like them?" he said staring at her subscriptions, all the famous gamers and semi-famous ones, over 30+ of them.

"Yeah. Want to have a bit of a mini marathon?" She asked him, "Hell fucking yeah!" He said as the two got into her bed where it was nice a warm. They watched the whole afternoon of different videos, occasionally having a bit of a break. Of course, this was the first time in ages she had been so close to a male in her own bed. But something that came of Michael made her want to be close as possible to him, to be embraced by his strong and protective arms.

With Michael, she could express her likes and dislikes with him without being judged by them. Surprisingly enough, he had the same interests and dislikes as her which was a great start for their 'hanging out' thing he had come up with. She had her head on his shoulder, her laptop half on her leg and half on his. They laughed and chatted about what they were watching, discussing on the different options, then occasionally moving on to school stuff. Though the most attention was to the laptop. With a start, Azalea had found herself again being drawn into that weird sensation of being dragged under water with murmuring voices. But this time it was only one individual voice, and that was Michaels. She knew how she would be able to hear it more clearer, so she concentrated on the sound was instantly sucked into his thoughts.

'Ah... She's right here. Head on my shoulder, cuddling up, laughing at the same thing, enjoying the discussions we make... Holy crap. Az is so amazing, I am able to show my likings for something! I've never met a girl before who likes... boy stuff. I hope she is enjoying me being here. I hope I don't seem like a creep. I hope I'm not being so pushy.' His thoughts had whizzed by, making her a little dizzy so she pulled back and out of his mind.

He moved a little and she sat up to stare at him, and he was looking at her, "You all good?" he asked softly, pausing the video. "Yeah, I am good. I am enjoying this so much." She smiled at him, seeing the relief in his eyes to diminish a little, "Oh good." He said a little awkwardly. She then laid her head back on his shoulder, "Hey... Before we continue. I want to ask something," she said sitting up again and looking at him. Michael felt a little nervous, normally with girls with a serious tone meant that something was going to explode in his face. Well most of the times it does.

"Yeah?" He asked, a little shaky, "Um... When we were heading to Starbucks at Utica Square..." She trailed of, unsure of she should ask about that school that bugged her when they drove past it. "Yes?" He urged on a little, his voice wavering.

"That school. It feels weird. What kind of school is it?" She asked Michael, curiosity laced her tone. He relaxed from her question and smiled, "You really want to know?" He asked, and she nodded eagerly.

"Well, it's a school for Vampires. Well... Vampyres." He corrected the term. "What?" She asked looking at him with shock; hell no was there vampires living here... Is there?

"I mean it, but they aren't like your traditional ones you read in books. They are more tamed I guess. And they have these funky looking tattoos that surround their face for whatever element they have a strong affinity for." He explained. Though he could tell she didn't believe him one bit only because she had burst out laughing. He watched as her body shook as she laughed until she had tears in her eyes. After a bit she stopped and wiped her eyes, "Damn, you are so funny. How is that even possible? Is that some weird joke you people have here? Cause its hilarious." She said giggling.

"I mean it Az... Its not a joke. I had a friend who was marked and had to be sent to that school or she'd die..." He said, not smiling and being all serious. "Die? How can they die? And how do these 'vampyres' get marked?" She asked, still not believing him. "Their bodies have to be near adult vampyres... Even so, being newly marked doesn't mean they have escaped death. Their bodies have to accept the change..." He explained, trying his best to make her believe him, "There is a Tracker in the school who finds random people, mostly teens, and does something to them and they get marked with a blue crescent moon on their foreheads." He finished.

Azalea was quiet for a bit, thinking. 'Wow, that is really deep. How does someone think of that in a spot? That's just bullshit, nothing like that exists...' she thought, but then again... Her weird visions of that man made anything bizarre and strange seem possible.

"I don't lie," Michael spoke, "Never have I ever lied to anyone Azalea. Ask the rest of the group, they'll say that I'm a truthful person." He said softly, she could hear the sincerity of his tone and felt guilty.

"I'm sorry Michael... Just... Something like that is so hard to believe... I never even heard about it in England..." She said, her smile dropping instantly. "I understand. But it's a surprise that you don't know about that. They are situated around the world and most of the humans do know that they exist. They just live separately from us and have different laws and whatnot in place." He said, sitting back to look at her properly. "Right. And your friend, do you talk or still keep in contact with her?" She asked softly, "I used to, after she was marked she wanted to stay in contact and we did. She told me everything about the school and their ways and practically sent me her diary and a textbook that was filled with the things they do there." He said, "But after the letters had stopped coming, I got a call and was told that her body had rejected the change and she had died..." He said every so softly at the end.

Azalea placed her hand on his arm when he looked away, "I'm really sorry..." She said as she saw the tears that threatened to spill. She pulled him in and hugged him tightly, he returned the embrace, "Though, I was told by the recent High Priestess that she is safe and loved by the Goddess Nyx. She said that my friend is happy and hopes to see me one day again..." He murmured against her shirt, she stroked his head slowly trying to comfort him. "Well that's good then. If she is safe and happy, then that's all it matters. She's probably watching over you like a guardian angel." She said as he pulled away and smiled at her, "She is." He said wiping his eyes from the few tears that spilled. "Well good! Now, its time to make you much more happier, I shall make up that killer meal I had promised." Azalea said crawling out of bed and pulling on her slippers.

"I'll come to!" He said following her into the now warm kitchen. She pulled out the noodles and cooked them up. She poured the yellowy soup into two bowls and blew on hers to cool down a little. "All done! Hope it isn't that bad." She giggled a little as of she cook the noodles all from scratch.

"It'll be great." He said as they took the bowls to her room and continued to watch videos together. As ten O'clock approached he had to go, "I had fun today. Did you?" He asked Azalea as he stood besides his truck, "I did! Tomorrow again?" She asked smiling up at him as she had her cold hands tucked into her coats pocket. "Sure thing. Oh, and Ill bring over that diary and textbook thing over so you can take a look. Yeah?" He asked as he got into his truck, "If that's fine with you. Then sure." She said blushing a little, "I'm fine with it. Better to learn about them so you don't get a bad impression." He said and then drove off.

She watched as his truck disappeared around the corner and then looked up to the black sky. Watching the snowfall silently and slowly down, she heard a crack behind her and she spun to look where the sound came from. She was only met by darkness among the leafless bushes. "Who's there...?" She called out, as she began to sidewalk back to her house.

Nothing.

She gulped a bit and felt like something there was watching her, and shivers danced along her spine. She then saw a figure stirred behind the tree. She was too afraid to see who it was; god knows it could be a killer. So she turned and hurried into her house and slammed the door shut. She kicked of her boots and ran into her room and closed the curtains shut. She then sat down and calmed down her fast beating heart. "What the hell..." she whispered, clenching and unclenching her fists. "Something was there... I could feel it looking at me... I could feel its... power coming of it. Maybe it was a rogue vampyre?" She questioned herself, and then shook her head, "No! I hardly know anything about them, I can't now start deciding on things I don't know about..." She said all the while getting dressed in her cat onesie.

She got into bed just as she heard the door open, "Ah... That was an unlucky catch..." He mothers voice drifted in. "Oh well Evelyn. Hopefully we get lucky tomorrow night." Her father said, hearing him kiss his wife, "If you say so Mark." She replied back, "Lilly and Olive, go have a quick shower. Don't wake up your sleeping sister..." Her voice came closer and Azalea lay back down quickly to pretend she was sleeping just as her mother came in quietly.

She felt the bed to sink down as her mother sat beside her, she felt her fingers comb through her hair very slowly and gently. She felt the goose bumps rise on her skin but was thankful it was dark. "I'm sorry my dear... I wish we could talk and hang out more like before..." Her mother said in a low tone, "Things are popping up and I need to eradicate them..." She said, "Dear," Her father whispered, "Don't wake her up. Come on." He said and her mother left Azalea alone.

She felt the urge to spring up and tell her off. To tell her how big of a lying asshole she is, to ask why does she need her siblings to help with getting rid of whatever is coming up that's taking her away. She was becoming frustrated and so done with her family, if they suddenly had a change of heart; no way in hell was she going to accept it so easily.

She'll make sure they feel guilty to the core, to make them beg for forgiveness. She felt her eyes sting from tears and she blinked them away quickly, not allowing the darkening thoughts to bring her down so easily.

She hugged her pillow tightly and allowed the soft hum of her singing sister Olive to lull her into sleep finally.

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With a start, she was woken up to only silence in her house. She looked at the time and it was six thirty in the morning. She rubbed her eyes groggily and got out of bed, it was boiling hot in her room since she forgot to turn of the air-con last night. She turned the machine of and shuffled out of her room and peaked out into the hallway.

Silence greeted her.

She then walked out and then knocked on Hayden's door, no answer. So she opened it, from curiosity. No one was in there. She then opened the rest of her family's rooms and found that no one was home. She stopped in her tracks and felt this white hot anger erupt from her. "How fucking dare they..." She growled as she went to the kitchen and luckily enough, found a letter. She read it:

Dear Az,

I'm sorry that we all had to leave so quickly. Olive and Lilly had a meeting in school scheduled for seven. I didn't want to wake you up since I will be back in time to take you to school. So please don't worry.

Love, your Mummy.

Azalea shook her head and ripped the paper up, "Not fucking believing in you." She said and grabbed her phone and rang up Michael. A sleepy Michael picked up her call, "Yes?" His tired tone, "Hey Michael. Sorry to wake you up." She apologised giggling at his tone, "Oh! Morning Az... And you didn't wake me up; I was already awake and to lazy to get out of bed. What can I do for you at this fine hour?" He asked her.

"Um can you pick me up? Like around ten past seven?" She asked him. "Sure, but why?" He asked.

"My whole family are not home and had left earlier on. I have no car and I don't know when they will be back." She said, "Alright, I'll come and pick you up. See you then." He said and she hung up.

She got ready, pulling on a think pair of tights and a love heart patterned jumper. She braided her hair like a crown and tied it at the back. She ate breakfast and pampered herself a little before Michael came. "You look agitated." He noted as he helped her into his truck and got in himself. "Yep, I totally feel that. Not once during that forty minutes did my mum come home to pick me up." She said as she played with the fringes of her scarf. "That sucks. Sorry about that." He said giving her an apologetic look, "Its fine. Your with me after school so its all good." She smiled at him as he pulled up into the senior parking lot and the two got out.

She came to her locker and grabbed her books for English and Vocal music. Then headed to Michael's locker, he was there talking to Hunter. "Morning, Hunter." She said, "Morning." He said a little stiffly. "Why the cold look?" She asked the model, "Ah, dickbag of a boss cancelled my afternoon shoot. I got myself all nicely done this morning only to find out after I had finished." He said heatedly, his hands in fists at his side. "Right. Just gotta deal with it." She shrugged, "He must have been busy maybe." She said.

Hunter just glared, "Yeah, 'busy'," he hissed sarcastically, making her flinch a little, "Gangbanging his female models is his version of 'busy'. Don't fucking tell me shit." Azalea frowned, "Well, I'm fucking sorry. You should then find someone else to look after your precious shoot, instead of throwing your shitty tantrum at someone." She snapped back aggravated even more, "Bloody hell," she huffed in her strong English accent, "Models are so selfish and rude." She accused Hunter, giving him a deadly look. He was about to say something until Michael stepped in, "Alright! Enough. Hunter you didn't need to be so rude. How was she supposed to know what your boss does? And how the fuck do you know what he does?" He said, defending Azalea.

"I hear things." Hunter said grabbing his bag, "Most likely lies, Hunter." Michael said as the rude Hunter scoffed and stormed of like a child. Michael sighed and turned to Azalea, "He is like this when something doesn't go his way." He said as he led her to a chair and they sat down, "I see. How did you end up being his friend anyways?" She asked, disgust heard in her tone, "He had no friends when he came here. Since he was all up himself then, and still is, Nevaeh had urged us to make friends with him. And we can't get rid of him, not being mean or anything but he can lash out at us and say pretty mean things... Especially to Nevaeh." He said.

"Like what things?" She asked, hating her inquisitiveness. "Calling her a fag and whatnot. She's a lesbian so it hurts her badly..." He said, "Oh, I didn't know she was a lesbian... Damn, it must be tough for her." She said, she reminded herself to give the girl a hug.

"Yeah, but she has us to back her up." He said smiling, "Yeah, you guys are amazing you know." She said poking him in the arm a bit, "Naw thanks." He said getting all shy and cute like always. "So much better than any friend I've had." She commented. "Good. I'm glad and it'll stay that way." He said as the bell went for first class. They parted ways and went to class.

English began with a writing task that had to be completed by the end of the lesson. The teacher gave out articles and short stories that the task had to be based off. She got one that was about the Vampyre School. She pursed her lips, 'Why must I get this? I hardly know about them... Oh well, time to do a bit of research.' She thought as she began to do her work. But she was in luck; Leela had raised her hand and said, "But Miss, I can't possibly do this work in a matter of forty seven minutes. Why can't we just send it to you when we get proper information? This article is difficult to write about." She waved the piece of paper, "Ah... Well, Leela, this task is to test how much you can write about the article based of your own knowledge." The teacher said.

"But I hardly know anything about the House of Night." Azalea pipped in, a few gazes turning to look at her, "You should know that miss, that I am a new student. You should have at least known that." She said.

"So what? Just because your a new student you shouldn't need special priorities," Leela chipped in, her voice all patronising. "I'm being serious, Leela," she said, keeping her cool, "I have no information about that school. This article is probably misleading just like the media." Azalea said to Leela, getting a laugh from her, "The media is telling the truth! If we allowed the public to take over with publishing articles like these, there will be a war!" Leela said, sounding annoyed and stupid.

"I have no idea what you just said but I know its full of crap." Azalea said, letting her voice edge to its iciness and saw the slight taken a back look from Leela. "How dare you. Miss!" She cried to the teacher, giving her a sad and hurtful look. "That's enough Azalea. I don't want you to start a fight." The teacher said sternly, "Pfft. Me start a fight? I'm just helping little Leela know what is right from wrong. Whatever happened to free speech?" She asked sitting back in her chair. "That is allowed, but I do not want no swear words to be said in my class!" The teacher raised her voice a little, "Alright, alright. Don't get so angry... Jesus..." She muttered.

Leela shot her glares as the class went on. Azalea pretty much bullshit her essay on the article, and on the end, the teacher had allowed the class to send their work by ten tonight. As Azalea left the class she felt someone grab her arm and spin her around, she locked gazes with Leela. "The fuck is your problem?" She hissed getting into Azalea's personal space, "Nothing. I was just stating my opinion about the task and how I felt. Nothing else, Leela." She said, looking unfazed by Leela's attempt at being dominant.

"Yeah, yeah. You were trying to make me look like a fool, to take my spotlight away. Weren't ya? Hm!" She asked in a cruel tone.

"No I wasn't. Stop like rubbing against me, you look stupid." She said backing up and trying to distant herself away from the small girl, "Don't call me stupid, slut!" She screamed and ran at her, Azalea simply stepped out of her way and she tripped over her feet. She watched as the girl fell and flashed her thong to everyone, people began to laugh.

Azalea simply stood there and stared at the fallen girl, she rolled over on her butt and glared up at Azalea, "How dare you trip me!" She got up fixing herself and glaring at the giggling students, "I didn't trip-" She was cut of, "Yes you did! I saw you put your foot out!" She cried, "No she didn't." Nevaeh said appearing out of the crowd, "I saw what happened. You simply tripped over your own feet." She said in a calm yet scary tone. Leela sneered at her, "Fucking lesbian. You bitch, how can you stand up to that English brat? Ugh!" She huffed and pushed past people, who were still laughing at her.

"Hey..." Nevaeh walked to Azalea, "What the hell happened?" She asked as she locked her arm in Azalea's and they began to walk. "I was just adding a comment to Leela's question in class about a task. I simply stated my feelings to the task, as it was unfair for me. And somehow, the task I got went into an argument with Leela. She said I shouldn't get special priorities because I'm new." Azalea explained, "And the teacher rounded on me saying to stop bickering when I was trying to explain the right and wrong of the Media now-a-days." She finished as they went to their free in the library.

"Right. And Leela must of came up to you when you left class?" Nevaeh asked as they took one of the window seats, "Yep. Accusing me from taking the spot light from her." She shook her head. "She so dumb!" Azalea sighed.

"Yeah, she is. I know. But Leela makes everything seem so dramatic so she can be seen as the hurt one." Nevaeh explained, "Try not to be confused with that." She said and Azalea nodded, "Ill keep that in mind." She said.

"Now lets start that blasted art project!" She said and the two girls began to work on it.

The day went on and like usual, Michael took her home and spent the rest of the day with her. He had promised to bring the books and she read them, all the while chatting with Michael as well. He admired her looks, the way they changed as she read the diary and nibbled on her bottom lip. He noticed she had not asked a single question about the school and figured that she knew what she was reading.

"Easy peasy." She finally said as she closed the diary, "Nothing hard to understand. All pretty much straight forward." She said, smiling at the football captain. "Ah, really?" He asked, "Yeah, sounds more realistic than the article I got in English." She said waving the black and white paper.

"Ah yeah, the media can be crap." He said rolling his eyes. "Mhmm..." She agreed as she began to write the essay. She found the school to be interesting, she had also searched up about the recent events and found out that some crazy lady had let loose this evil old Magick among Tulsa and a group of teens had stopped her. Well, one of them who is now the High Priestess of the school. She researched more and read the textbook that was about rituals and rare gifts that the Goddess Nyx would give to her children when they were marked.

Nothing popped up to what she was seeing and doing, so she knew that whatever she has, is something completely different to these unique gifts. She found one page particularly interesting in the diary; it talked about a really handsome man who had become the Sword Master in the school. The girl described the man to be perfectly muscled, sun kissed skin, raven coloured hair, and wings black as night. She also told about the colour of his eyes, amber coloured, and how they seemed to light up at the sight of his son who used to be a Raven Mocker.

"What is a Raven Mocker?" Azalea asked Michael, "Oh some scary half man half raven. They had the head of a raven and body of man. I don't know much about them, but I know that their father had done some bad deeds thousand of years ago and had somehow produced those vile things." Michael explained. Azalea felt her body shiver all over, 'Used to be bad... Used to be bad... That's what my visions felt like... The man I envisioned... I could see he used to be bad... But something else told me he was now a good guy...' She thought. Maybe he is good but she can just see the past behind it? 'Oh no, don't tell me I have found a new power. Can I really see the past?' She questioned herself as she went back to working on her essay.

She ended the essay with a good conclusion: 'In conclusion, not everything can be believable. Nor it can be judged so easily. People must think before they speak, or it can seriously do some bad damage in society and give the good guys a bad name.'

She simply smiled and hit send.

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Oooooh how interesting, :P Lucky Azalea to have Michael, Cant wait for the next chapter, now that will be much interesting and things will be moving on. See you all soon!

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