Silver eyes.

"What?" Nathen asked, confusion and fear shining in the mercury eyes of a class A vampire.

"Um, nothing, sorry," I responded. "Would like someone to show you around?"

Nathen fidgeted worse than before. "Would your boyfriend be mad?" he asked.

Cameron and I busted out laughing. "I'm sorry," I gasped out. Once I gained my composer I continued, "I'm sorry, this isn't my boyfriend, this is my cousin, Cameron."

"Oh, then yes, I would love a tour, if you don't mind," a flash of fear went through his eyes again.

"I would love to," I said with a smile.

"I'll see you at home, Rica," Cam said kissing my cheek.

"Let Aunt Anza know where I am, kay?" I told him as he walked out of the school.

"You staying with your aunt for the weekend?" he asked.

I chuckled, "No, I live with my aunt, I don't remember my parents."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Nathen mumbled.

"Don't be," I smiled, "I love my aunt and my cousin."

"Okay," Nathen said.

I stopped at the stairway and sat down for a moment to take my shoes off and sighed in relief. "Okay, can I have your schedule?" I asked, reaching my hand out.

Nathen complied and handed over the timetable. I glanced over it smiling; he had most of his classes with me. "Locker 180B, second floor with English first period," I murmured aloud.

Nathen watched me but didn't say anything until I jumped up with a quick 'lets go!', then he laughed at my enthusiasm.

We made our way up the stairs and to locker 180, right across from Mrs. Abbot. It only took a moment for Nathen to get the locker open and put all his textbooks in his locker. Then he started to fidget before asking, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

I was surprised, but nodded anyways.

"I know you said you don't remember your parents, but is there a possibility that we're related?" he asked.

I was shocked, "You don't know who you are?"

"I am Nathen Jonathan Miller," Nathen bristled.

I shook my head, "Not what I meant, I mean you don't know what you are."

He froze, "What do you mean?"

I sighed, "Come with me," I said brining him to Mr. Bonsets' class room.

I sat down in this big comfy computer chair and gestured for him to sit next to me. He sat down warily and turned to face me.

"Before I start, promise me you'll try to keep an open mind, and think about what I'm saying," I murmured, afraid of being called crazy.

"Okay, I promise," Nathen said.

"My name is Erica Nicole Lynn, I am a Class A pure-blood vampire. Vampires aren't what most people think of them, we don't feed off blood all the time, or sleep in coffins, or are forbidden to go into the sun, we are just merely immortal. That is, so long as Hunters aren't after us, or we don't commit suicide.

"There are four Classes of vampires, Class A, pure-bloods descended from the tribe of Mother of the Blood, all Class A's are quicker than humans, stronger, and have better senses. We all have silver eyes but that's about the only thing that we have in common. Some of us have powers, I can feel life-forces or auras, Cameron is stronger than most, and my Aunt Esperanza is a tracker.

"Class B are half-bloods, a mix of pure-bloods and humans. They still have the enhanced senses and I know a woman who is studying to see if Class B's can find a way to activate their powers. Class B have amber eyes and have the massive protective instincts of the vampire, we call them the wolves, or at least I do.

"Class C is a little stranger; they are the children of a Class B and a human, or another Class C. They are weaker, and their senses are dulled, but they are known to have physic tendencies to match their mystic violet eyes. They are also by far the easiest to get along with from my experience.

"Now Class D is where most myths come from. They are created, not born and because of that, have to be terminated after a time. They have normal senses and eyes, but slowly they grow crazier and crazier with blood lust. It generally takes a few years, depending on the person, but no matter what, the blood lust will take over.

"There is a possibility that any of the four Classes can become what we call Shifters. A Shifter is able to turn into their spirit animals. It's not too bad, but it can be really confusing.

"That is the history of vampires, and it is not possible for a person to have silver eyes and not be a Class A" I concluded morosely, waiting to be called insane.

"So, I'm not a freak?" He whispered, putting his head in his hands.

"No, you are powerful. Why would you ever think that?" I asked.

Nathen fidgeted, "Never mind. Where did vampires start? I mean the first one?"

I smiled, this was my favorite story. "It started thousands of years ago, a woman by the name of Mater Sanguis, or Mother of the Blood. She was what I guess would be a Witch Doctor, she lived in the middle of these four villages and had lived long past what a normal woman of that time would've, but the people went to her for everything. The people noticed, though, that at all the births she attended the child was stronger, lived longer, and had silver eyes. Soon word spread and other villages started bringing their wives to her and the same thing happened. She had the power to create her own children, meaning that she was the first of our kind, our great Mother of the Blood," I finished.

Nathen looked thoughtful before looking down at his hands, his life-force was just as twitchy as he was and although he hid it well, I could sense the pain. "That's interesting," he murmured.

"Hey Nathen, if you don't mind if I ask, what are your parents like?" I asked gently. I had always tried to remember my parents but all that came to mind was a soft Italian lullaby and a flash of blonde hair running out of the forest I woke up in.

"Your guess is as good as mine," he said with a mirthless chuckle.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"I am in the foster system, my parents died right after I was born. All I know is that there is a savings account that gets turned over to me when I turn eighteen," he said not looking at me.

I smiled sadly and said, "Let's get on with that tour and get you home, kay?"

He hid the physical flinch well, but I could feel the soul deep flash of panic in his life-force.

As I took him around the school explaining his schedule, I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew this boy from somewhere. I also felt this instinct to protect this boy from whatever was hurting him.

I watched him throughout the tour and watched as his behavior, to the practiced eye, screamed "I'm abused!" These were the cases I tended to work on with the Immortal Guard. I knew what to look for and how to help, but I've never felt a connection to the victim.

I talked to him about light subjects; his grades, his favorite subject, bands and books, but none seemed to pull him into full relaxation. I was going to have a hard time trying to help this familiar boy.