Bringing his own finger up to his mouth, he opens and slices the pad across his fang. Much less blood beads and then he takes my hand in his other and pulls it up to his mouth while bringing his finger to mine.
That tremble of fear ignites again as I slightly jerk my hand back a bit. “You’re just pricking it, right? You’re not actually going to bite me?”
He almost sneers before he nods. Taking his thumb between my own and my index finger I wait for him to cut mine. He hesitates for only a second before pricking his fang into the pad of my thumb and licks up the drop. I do the same to his.
Closing my eyes I almost lick his thumb again before he rips it away from my lips. Running my tongue over my teeth I revel for another moment in the flavor. Smooth, earthy rich blood with a crackle of smoke. Delicious.
Finally opening my eyes I’m greeted with now bright green ones staring in shock at me.
“Your blood. . . “
“I know,” I nearly sneer, arching one of my brows, “it’s disgusting.”
He closes his mouth and squints at me as Jullia stands to the side flicking her eyes between us. Looking down at his thumb, he rubs it on the lapel of his jacket before giving me a knowing look.
“The promise,” he urges and I don’t even have the energy to roll my eyes.
“I, Mavyn Tsuki, give this oath that I will not intentionally physically harm Jullia Waterstone in any way.”
Grabbing my hand again, he slides my sleeve up and pauses for only a moment at the scars he finds before wrapping both hands around my forearm and begins murmuring. The move was so abrupt I couldn’t stop him before he saw the scars, but obviously now it’s too late.
All there is now is pain.
In the background – barely – I think I hear Jullia gasp but I’m not entirely sure. My vision is white and stars go off like fireworks behind my eyes.
The whole thing takes four seconds before he’s finished and lets go. It doesn’t help though as pain singes along my nerves, needling through my body.
I take slow deliberate breaths and blink to try and right my vision and get rid of the pain. When I can see again I notice his entire demeanor has changed. He gives me a questioning look, but that sharp edge around him softens and now having my attention he smiles.
“Nice to meet you, Mavyn. Now you can tag along with us to the parties tonight if you want.”
I glance at Jullia who’s still looking at my arm. Not wanting to talk about it, I shove my sleeve down and turn back to my bed to face plant again.
“Thanks, but unless it’s mandatory I have no other clothes and I really just want to sleep on an actual bed for a minimum of ten hours.”
I face plant. The silence after my words stretches for a moment. Then there’s nothing, and I’m asleep.
Two
Mavyn – August 8
Ten hours turned into twelve, then sixteen, then twenty-four. Eventually I had to get up to drink some water because dehydration was starting to initiate. Jullia kept looking over worriedly throughout the weekend but she didn’t say anything about my behavior. She also didn’t ask about my scars.
I ended up trying one of those blood bags stored in the mini fridge and gaged so hard I nearly retched all the water I had drank.
Jullia’s boyfriend had been there and laughed at me while she fretted and asked if I was okay and needed something else. All students were granted a free breakfast, lunch, and dinner but they were only available when the term started and only during the days there was class. I really just needed regular food. Since I didn’t have money either I had to suffer through my hungerbecause no way was I drinking that nasty blood. Not until I really was starved and absolutely needed it.
Instead of answering I simply glared at Asher and then face planted once again in my bed to sleep the remainder of Sunday away.
All the sleeping should have helped, but only drinking enough water to stay alive and no food makes me feel like a zombie now as I walk behind Jullia and Asher to the main building where the cafeteria is. They’ve been joined at the hip and he even came up early to walk with Jullia.
It would be sweet if I wasn’t hungry, hot, and irritated. The uniform is closer to a slutty maid costume than a pristine universities required apparel. A snug white button up with a navy blue tie, a black blazer with white stitching, a black pleated mini skirt, and what are supposed to be navy knee high socks.
Mine are longer, ending just above mid-thigh to cover my legs from the sun and a pair of ballet flats. The schools summer uniform. My winter one is no different except instead of a blazer we could wear a sweater vest and we were given winter coats and boots.
There’s also a red stitched ouroboros. A perfectly circular snake with all the minute details eating its own tail over my left breast on the blazer. It symbolizes what I am. Since there has never been a vampire student and there never intended to be, I get to wear the vampyr symbol.
Asher has one on his blazer in the same spot, though instead of white stitching lining his he gets a silvery color symbolizing his third year status. Jullia has white like me, but instead of a red snake she has blue ripples stitched over the left side of her blazer symbolizing being a water mage.
