Hello.
I'm gonna post Chapter One of Nightwalker, my new story now. I hope I can finally finish a 200-page story ;D
P.S. I really cried when Dunmbledore died )': At least it was sadder than Sirius dying :b
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Chapter One
Blood red tie, golden fang emblem, and jet black uniform.
I am currently wearing those stated on top.
I am Anne Guerra Von Du Brian, the last female heir of the Von Du Brian family.
I love drinking bloody martinis, literally.
I am a Nightwalker, belonging to the Nightwalker Institute of Good Nature and Fangs, also known as the G.N.A.F.
In other words, I’m a vampire.
I despise humans.
The G.N.A.F. hallway floors were covered with gold and silver glitter.
I yawned to myself again, not because I was sleepy. But it was because I was feeling immensely bored.
Why do we Nightwalkers even follow the silly traditions of mere humans, and celebrate what they celebrate? Almost eighty percent of the students in G.N.A.F. would answer: because we need to blend in and protect our secret.
Oh, and don’t screw up.
The leftover twenty percent of students belong to the Royalty, a class specially established for those Nightwalkers who are directly from the not-so-wide range of pure bloodlines. And they absolutely dislike the idea of co-existing with humans.
Including me, of course.
I screwed up my brain and tried to recall the event which was happening this time of the year. Usually, the Royalty class doesn’t teach us about human behaviour and such. Only how to lure them into our devious traps.
Was this celebration called Haloyeen?
Or something like that.
I spotted the other students going from door to door, classroom to classroom, begging for what humans called, candy or more commonly known as sweets.
And I said I wasn’t educated about humans.
My dad, Sir Vic Calera Von Du Brian, was totally obsessed with humans and he had lectured to me about the special traits of those mid-sun creatures since I was born.
There were still firm pictures of him telling me all about fellyphones which humans use to contact each other. I shuddered a little, thinking about how much sleep I lost, trying to focus on listening to him. It ended up all night and I had to miss a class in G.N.A.F. just to replenish my sleep.
The sweets were collected into these pumpkins, where on each pumpkin there was a carving of a monster-like face.
How foolish, I thought.
‘Sam! Could you please wait for me for a moment? My shoelace came off.’ A voice suddenly said beside me.
I stopped walking immediately, waited for a second, and then continued the long walk to the Royalty classroom.
‘Why haven’t you waited for me today, Sam?’
I grunted.
‘I mean, Miss Anne Guerra Von Du Brian.’
A small smile crept out from my lips.
‘Well, Miss Juliet Monrovia Hein Claire, it seemed like an eternity, waiting for you there, not even being left something to fondle with.’ I said.
‘Oh,’ Juliet said. ‘Anyways, you don’t know what it’s like, waiting for an eternity. And I mean literally.’
Juliet is about eighty years older than me, but we’re the best of friends. Although sometimes, she can get quite sour. She loves experimenting with the modern kind of human language, which she calls ‘American English’, but I doubt there is any use for her to talk like that in school grounds, as informal language is strictly prohibited.
‘So, what classes are scheduled for today, Samantha?’
I pulled out a sheet of paper from my purse, which was folded together nicely and opened it.
‘There will be Fangs class in another ten minutes, and after that we move on to Acrobatics, Speed, then there will be a break period.’ I recited. ‘Oh, and directly after break we have Agility compatibility tests and also Readings trials. Have you already studied for those two subjects? I heard Readings will also include things that you learn outside the textbook.’
‘Not yet. But I think I can manage later. Readings is the easiest subject for me.’
As we continued walking up and down steps to our classroom, while the typical Nightwalkers were bustling here and there to beg for sweets, there was suddenly a loud voice echoing in our heads.
The headmaster was directly speaking to each one of us.
‘Do you know what this is about?’ I whispered quietly to Juliet. She shook her head and listened to what the Headmaster was going to say.
‘Good night to all the students of the Nightwalker Institute of Good Nature and Fangs, known as the G.N.A.F. Please gather into the main event hall near the second gate for an assembly.’
The connection in our heads were cut off. Everyone around started mumbling about what was this assembly about. Usually assembly was only held once in a full moon. Certainly the assembly wasn’t needed to be called directly from the Headmaster too.
Every Nightwalker started taking off their silly Haloyeen suits and was heading towards the main event hall, which was quite far from here. The whole Institute was five hundred thousand million acres wide, and when I and Juliet finally reached the event hall’s main doors, six minutes had already passed. There were plastic chairs, which were very uncomfortable, by the way, placed in regular intervals around the hall. There was a single small microphone placed on a stand on the middle of the stage.
Nightwalkers took their seats and waited. Royalty students gets the seats just behind the teacher’s row, which was very up front. Juliet and I had to commute to everyone blocking our way that we were from the Royalty class. We were the heirs of the family who had first created the existence for us Nightwalkers.
More commonly known to those pathetic humans as vampires.
There was suddenly the smell of bloodlust in the event hall.
Everyone around had started to sense it too.
He needs blood.
The new smell of a newcomer.
‘Probably the new one is just made.’ Juliet said, in a half trance. She never really was good at handling bloodlust.
‘Yes. And he should be given a glass of bloody martini before entering. Can’t you sense the stench of his bloodlust?’
Juliet nodded.
‘I haven’t sensed one so strong for the past two hundred years, especially in this school. I’m guessing that he was just made about a few days ago, with such a strong bloodlust.’
Suddenly, a tall blur of a figure swished through the stage and there was the Headmaster’s voice echoing through our heads again.
Sit down, please, all Nightwalkers.
A tinge of excitement was in the Headmaster’s voice. What was there to be happy about, with this newcomer here? He was just turning all of us Nightwalkers, Royalty or not, into bloody monsters again. Like we were, a very long time ago.
Everyone sat down in a few seconds and I sat beside Juliet. On my left was another Royalty named Pierre. We caught each other’s eye contact for a second or two and I nodded politely. He squeezed a smile out of his lips in reply.
There wasn’t any sound from the Nightwalkers seated. Everyone was waiting for what the Headmaster was going to say.
What was so special about a single newcomer, I concentrated on Juliet’s mind.
I don’t know. All we can do now is wait.
Tall in figure, with jet-black hair, as black as the Nightwalker’s uniforms, and a thin moustache with a small curl at the end, long gentle fingers, and cunning brown eyes. The Headmaster of the Nightwalkers Institute of Good Nature and Fangs was standing on centre stage, looking very pleased.
The Headmaster lifted a finger and the miniature microphone on the stand started floating up to the height of his chin, when he coughed slightly.
‘Good night, my dear students of the Nightwalkers Institute of Good Nature and Fangs.’ his voice boomed over the whole hall. ‘Tonight, we have a newcomer, as all of you have noticed. He is…well… made just very, very recently. So please take good care of yourselves when I call him out.’
He coughed again, this time a little nervously.
A wave of his thin fingers and a boy with hazel-coloured hair and very green eyes started to walk shakily to the Headmaster. His eyes turned into thin slits as he observed everyone around. There was a splatter of red liquid on his neck and fingers.
The smell of blood had moved a little of my vampire senses, but after a long two hundred years, the smell of blood had never that much effect on me anymore.
Several devious growls erupted from the back.
The teachers in front of us turned around and their eyes turned blood red for a few seconds. The growls simmered down slowly. Everyone continued to observe the boy on the stage.
‘Well, Nightwalkers, this is the newest addition to our kind, Mr. Brent Heim.’
‘Is that his full name?’ a Nightwalker shouted from the back in this piercing voice.
‘Yes, Miss Clair Jennet Kay. Also, please come see me in my office to arrange your detention later.’ The Headmaster said smoothly.
There was another shrill growl from the back. Then it was silence again.
‘And now, I, the Headmaster of G.N.A.F., Sir Henry Gondolas Freisch Lorrain, officially announce that Mr. Brent Heim is accepted into our Nightwalkers Institute, starting from tonight! Finally, a new student after fifty years!’ the Headmaster exclaimed and shook the newcomer’s hand violently and I could see him wobble a little from the old Headmaster’s strength.
The newcomer just glanced around, eyes still in slits, and mouthed something that everyone could understand: vampires.
A sort of exclamation could be seen from his lips. More growls erupted from the back.
‘We are Nightwalkers, not those bloody monsters humans call vampires! We don’t kill, new boy!’ the shrill voice shouted from the back again.
‘Miss Clair, please take care of your attitude!’ the Headmaster pointed warningly, ‘Nightwalkers aren’t supposed to be rude!’
The newcomer suddenly looked my way and I could feel the fangs growing out from my teeth, venom started to slowly fill my throat and I had to clench the plastic chair, trying my hardest not to break it. I had to stop looking at him, so instead I turned around to face Juliet.
Juliet was closing her eyes, mumbling something which sounded like ‘I don’t want to kill him, don’t do it, Juliet Monrovia Hein Claire, you don’t want to dirty your hands, you’re not a killer, no…’
I turned the other way and Pierre was also closing his eyes and holding his breath. He didn’t want to lose control too.
In fact, most of the Royalty Nightwalkers were trying in vain to divert their attention from the newcomer, as the smell of blood on his fingers and neck and bloodlust was so strong it could’ve overturned any Nightwalker who wasn’t over a hundred years old back into the monster they were.
The teachers who were seated in front of the Royalty students suddenly stood up in an organized row and started dashing everywhere, flashing their blood red eyes to anyone who seemed almost out of control.
The Headmaster headed out of the hall, sending the message to all of us that he was going around to make sure every Nightwalker is safe and in control.
After a mere three minutes, everything was under control again. Low growls were still around but they were minor compared to the growls erupting just now.
‘Juliet, how are you now? The other Nightwalkers are all controlled, and everything seems fine.’
She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. There wasn’t much commotion going on. She sighed, in a light tone.
‘Finally. I thought I was going to go on a bloody rampage soon.’
I smiled.
‘Luckily you didn’t, if not I would have to join you.’
Juliet smiled appreciatively back at me.
‘Oh and, do you think that–‘ I had started saying, when suddenly there was a furious growl from behind me and a shadow was on top.
Juliet and I looked up together and there was a blond haired boy leaping from seat to seat. Screams were everywhere. The younger Nightwalkers class, which were underneath the age of one hundred and twenty, started filing out of the hall. Then the middle aged Nightwalkers started going after them.
The teachers in the front row started to take action again.
‘Every Nightwalker from the Royalty class, please remain in the hall to help the teachers. The rest of the Nightwalkers please return to your respective classes.’ Professor Hem said. He was known in the school because of his loud voice.
The whole row of teachers flashed their blood red eyes at the uncontrolled Nightwalker. He didn’t stop his actions. Instead, he went on growling furiously and started stamping his foot everywhere in rage.
Professor Hem flashed a look at the Royalty class Nightwalkers and pointed to the blond haired boy who was thrashing everything on the stage. Wood and metal materials were being thrown around everywhere. The newcomer, eyes still in thin green slits, was observing him in an attentive way. He mouthed something.
There it was again: vampires.
Royalty Nightwalkers started to stand up including Juliet and I.
The blond hair Nightwalker’s eyes were deep black, full with intent to kill and suck the life out of the newcomer. The whole of the Royalty class started focusing their powers onto the blond Nightwalker, commanding him to stop.
Every Royalty class Nightwalker’s eyes started to turn into a deep tinge of red, far more darker than the teacher’s. The blond Nightwalker started slowing down, every movement was being bound tightly by all twenty Royalty class students.
Stop ruining the school’s reputation, you fool, I focused on the uncontrolled blond Nightwalker. I’ve spent so much time and effort here, and you’re not going to ruin my Nightwalker days.
He started to stop.
Seconds passed.
He was barely moving.
Juliet sighed slightly and suddenly the grip she had on him was released. The other Royalty Nightwalkers were thrown back a little. Most of the power we had focused on him lost control. He glared with his dark black eyes to us, then turned to the newcomer.
He had sent out a non-verbal message to all of us: Don’t interfere.
Several Nightwalkers around growled furiously.
One of us sent back another message: We can control you, fool.
The blond Nightwalker started throwing anything he could find on the damaged stage floor at us. With a simple flick of our fingers, not even one shred of wood touched us.
Suddenly, the blond vampire grabbed the newcomer’s arm and pulled it violently.
The newcomer yelled in agony.
He was still weak.
None of the Royalty Nightwalkers were daring enough to go on stage and split them apart. Some of us started to concentrate very hard on the blond vampire, trying to make him let go.
His movements were slowed down by a few mere seconds, but the newcomer was still howling in pain.
I looked around.
The teacher’s were standing back, not daring to interfere. With this much killing intent and bloodlust in the hall, they could also get out of control anytime.
Even the Royalty Nightwalkers weren’t keen on saving the newcomer. They were scared to lose themselves, scared to lose their family’s long built reputation in one moment, trying to save a made Nightwalker.
I growled.
As the heir of the Von Du Brian family, I had been taught to be helpful (of course towards Nightwalkers only)because my father has been teaching that value to me for the past hundred years.
I focused my powers on the blond Nightwalker and started to move swiftly towards the stage. In a few seconds, I was up. He didn’t even notice. Only the newcomer opened his green eyes slightly. He was definitely surprised that a Royalty Nightwalker like me would even help him when the others weren’t.
A small smile crept out of my lips.
Come on, Anne Guerra Von Du Brian, you can get him and save the day.
I leapt.
The blond hair Nightwalker turned around a second too late–
Blood. The smell of blood was suddenly everywhere– a long gush in his hand, was it because of me– the newcomer was a flash of blur and a hand was suddenly striking at me– I blocked it! –More blood everywhere, was it mine? But I don’t feel pain anywhere, I’m just numb from fighting– where is this fight going?
A little more focusing– suddenly venom filled my whole mouth, and I couldn’t think right…
The world never felt this black before.
Th!s is by...
