Hi. Thought of doing some kind of random story, so……………………. Yeah. Names of places are entirely fictional and randomly made up. They aren't real, so don't try searching it up on the net. The only thing that's real will prob be the names of the countries, but I prob wouldn't be mentioning those.


My parents died last week in a car crash. It hurts a little inside but it doesn't really matter since they weren't my real parents. When I was 9 they told me that my real parents abandoned me, left me in a home. I'm 15, but I'll be 16 in three months. Now I provide for myself with my inheritance (which isn't much) and by delivering newspapers in the morning. I have a lot of stamina to spend, so I don't have to use a bike or anything.

So then, I'd just finished delivering the papers to the residents here in Achart and was heading towards school when some idiot on a bike nearly hit me while speeding to school. I wanted to yell at him, but he was gone in an instant, pedaling furiously despite the fact that he was going downhill. I winced as I watched him try to turn a sharp corner but failing miserably. Good thing we have a lot of grass here, I thought. I glanced at my watch to discover that I'd be late for school if I didn't hurry, so I sprinted all the way, naturally ignoring the idiot who was pushing his bike to the school, limping slightly.

Upon reaching the school hall, I sat down beside my friend, Rachael.

She looked at me and asked in a slightly worried tone, "Are you alright, Ivy? You look kind of pale."

"Is that so?" I asked in a bored tone, taking a book out of my bag for 'Silent Reading'. Rachael and I never read. We always talked. We just took out our books so that we wouldn't be too obvious.

"Well… you're paler than you were yesterday."

"I was pale yesterday?"

"Yeah. You looked tired and all. Sorry if you think I'm intruding, but does this have anything to do with your parents? You need to get over them, you know?"

"No, Rachael," I said, finally turning to look at her. "This has nothing to do with my parents. I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Are you sick?"

"No, I'm not. Anyway, just now there was this stupid boy on a bike. He was speeding downhill at full speed and tried unsuccessfully to turn a sharp corner."

"Ouch. But don't change the subject! Why are you so pale?"

I shrugged and, for once, began reading my book. I changed my mind as I realized I'd randomly stuffed a non-fiction book in my bag. Groaning, I flipped to the middle of the book and stared straight ahead, not caring if I was obvious or not.

"Ivy! Don't stare into space like that! You're really creeping me out! Are you sure you're not affected by what's happened recently?"

A student behind us told us to shut up because he was trying to read his book.

I sighed. "Look, Rachael, I am not affected by my parents' deaths.

Rachael lowered her voice. "But why? Why aren't you affected? It's really strange, you know. Shouldn't you be rather close to them and all?"

I gave her a sideways glance. "They're not my real parents, Rachael. They adopted me."

"It's not funny to joke about such things, Ivy!"

I glared at her. "I'm not joking! Why would lie about such things?"

Rachael stared at me with wide eyes. "You never told me…"

"You didn't ask." I snapped.

Rachael flinched, murmuring an apology. I seldom talked to her that way.

While walking to the classroom, I turned to her. "I'm sorry for snapping at you just now. I guess I got up on the wrong side of the bed."

Rachael smiled. "It's alright, Ivy. It's either that, the boy that almost hit you, or because I intruded."

I gave her a strange look.

I accidentally hurt myself with my scissors during Math today while doing some kind of weird thing by our teacher. My finger was bleeding a little and I sucked it. I had a sudden, strange urge to swallow the blood as I wondered what it felt like drinking blood. Like a vampire, I thought, resisting the urge to laugh out loud.

I did swallow a little blood, and after doing so, I couldn't believe that I'd actually done that. But I found I liked the metallic taste of blood and actually drank more.

The next day…

"Hi!" I greeted Rachael as we joined paths.

"Hey. You look better today."

"Really? Is there even a difference?"

"Yes."

"Alright then." I shrugged, not really caring.

During class, a strange-looking blonde appeared outside our classroom, wanting to see me. Excusing myself, I went outside.

Before he could say a thing, I asked him questions first. "Who are you and what do you want?"

He smiled in amusement. "That's no way to speak to a teacher."

"What teacher? I've been in this school for three years and I've been introduced to every teacher in the school, or so I'm told."

"Fine, you win."

"Wait, why were you even let in?"

"Never mind that, first let me confirm your details. You are Ivy Perez, is that right?"

"Yes. I'm told that that is my real name."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm adopted. But the people that adopted me are dead now."

"I… see… Then did your real parents name you?"

"Yes, they were the ones that named me Ivy. Why do you care?"

"Nothing…" the man murmured. "You asked my name just now. I am Xandrew."

"…What?!"

"Andrew, with an 'x' in front."

"… Right…." I said, dragging the word.

At that point, Andre, my classmate, came out of the classroom. "Mr. Xandrew?"

"Ah… I'll talk to you later."

Andre glanced at me, then his eyes widened. He looked back at Xandrew. "She…"

Xandrew frowned and indicated to Andre for him to go back to his classroom.

Andre nodded and walked back in, casting glances at me.

I was confused. "I don't understand…"

"Here." Xandrew said, giving me a piece of paper. "You've been selected for a program only for gifted people. You will be transferring schools, and in your new school, which was built for this reason, you will be learning new things."

"My grades are not all that good, so why should I be selected? And is Andre going too? I wouldn't be surprised, because he gets really good grades. And what if I don't want to change schools?"

"Yes, Andre is in this too. You don't have a choice whether to change schools or not. We select pupils based on daily work and not exams. Please reach this address next term. School starts at 8am, earlier than it does so here. There is no uniform. See you. Oh, and please greet me as Mr. Xandrew when you next see me." He was gone in an instant.

I looked around the corridor but there was no sign of him. No sign of the weird guy with a weird name and amazing speed. He'd said I had no choice whether I wanted to change schools or not. It's probably cos' I'm now an orphan so the government makes all decisions for me since I'm under 21. Stupid government.

I thus made all the necessary preparations to switch school.


I entered the school gates and stood there dumbly, not knowing where to go. Thankfully, I spotted Mr. Xandrew standing nearby, holding up a sign saying: 'New Students'.

I went over to him and found Andre there too. I'd never worked with Andre before, and I didn't know what he was like. I started a small conversation. "Hi Andre. So.. you're selected for this... gifted program thing too?"

"Yea. Do you know anything about this, at all, Ivy?"

"No, I don't have a clue. You?"

"Looks like your parents didn't explain to you. We're in a school for vampires. We're gonna be trained, then our names will have 'x's in front. Every one of us here have names that begin with vowels. It's the way our parents name us so that we can have the 'x' in front next time. Normally the children of vampires start getting their skills at this age, so school starts at our age. The VG keeps track of all vampire children."

I gave him a long look. "Firstly, I'm adopted, but my real parents did name me. Secondly, you expect me to believe that? By the way, what's 'VG'?"

Andre looked annoyed. " VG's the Vampire Government. Fine. Don't believe me, then."

For the fun of it, I decided to humour him. "Alright then. So you're a vampire too?"

"Yeah. My parents are vampires."

"So then... my parents should be vampires too?"

"Yes."

"Then that 'Gifted Program' thing was just a cover?"

"Duh. I can't go straight to you and tell you that you're a vampire, right? I mean, you'd think that I'm crazy."

Not bad. This guy could do some quick thinking for that story of his.

Mr. Xandrew's voice rang out clearly. "All new students please follow me." He began walking to a room nearby. We entered the room and put our stuff down.

"My name is Mr. Xandrew. How many of you know why you're here? Please raise your hands."

I was one of those who raised my hand and Mr. Xandrew called me. "What is your name?"

"Ivy Perez."

"Can you tell some of those who don't know why we're here?"

"We are here because we've been selected as students with potential and we're going to learn a more challenging syllabus in this program." That's what the piece of paper Mr. Xandrew gave me said.

A few of the people around me snickered. Mr. Xandrew smiled and said, "Alright, thank you, Ivy. The true reason why you're here is because you're all vampires. Who knows that he/she is a vampire, or will be?"

Most of the people in the class raised his/her hand, while I sat straight in my seat, staring wide-eyed at Mr. Xandrew, stunned. "W..What?!"


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