• Sometimes,I hate teenage human girls. Reek of perfume, superficial,gossip about boys and celebrtities. Do they not focus on knowledge? The future? I wish they could see themselves in the future. But I can.

    Karen Himiton. Tall,beautiful,yet superifical. Also, not so kind. But I saw her future. 5 kids, an alcoholic boyfriend, and overweight, depressed and reeked of cigaretttes. I smirk everytime I see her.

    But nice, kind girls like Violet Zurie,have a bright future. I don't see why she's picked on. She's talented and very intelligent. Girls like Karen can barely figure out simple Algebra.

    But anyway, the story begins here. I am known as "Frost". The students here in Oaktree High see me as a "creepy pale english teacher". I began writing quotes from Edgar Allen Poe , when Marrisol Stone walked in with a tardy slip and a loud smacking wad of gum. I swear, these girls look like strippers.

    "Sorry I'm late,Mr. Frost", she said in a flirty tone , twirling her burnette waves. I roll my eyes. "Just take a seat, Miss Stone",I say in an irritated tonr. She sits next to Karen.

    I rub my temples in agony, their perfume reeks. I begin my lecture. Some students are writing notes, others are texting under their desk. They think I can't see them,when I clearly can. The bell rings, all the students get up."Miss Zurie,I would like to see you". Some girls girls giggle as Violet stood up. I think she is as beautiful as a rose.
    HEr hair blade straight black,with purple highlights. Knee length black skirt, T-Shirt thats says"Siouxse and the Banshees" and stripped tights.

    "Miss Zurie, you're the only one in my classes who got a 100 on your report. I am very pleased."
    I can see her pale cheeks turn pink. "Miss Zurie, why are you so shy?"
    She looked up at me and muttered,"I...dunno. I just am"
    "Well,"I began, ripping off a small piece a paper and scribbled on it. "You can call me anytime, if you need anything".


    Zurie smiled and took the paper and walked off. She smelled of sweet sweet vanilla. SUch a beauty. Such a rose. I packed my assignments and laptop and walked out and headed to my car. In all my hundered of years..as a vampire.I have never seen a girl as beautiful as Violet Zurie.


    Chapter 2


    As I drove into my driveway, I can see my neihgbor,Mrs. Chang weping her porch. Mrs. Chang
    Is a kind chinese woman. She has two kids, both in elementary school and a husband who is a doctor. I wave at her “Good evening, Mrs.Chang!.” She turned and waved at me. I pulled my keys out into the door lock,opening it. I live in a victorian apartment. Mine has; 2 bedrooms, one bath a small kitchen and living room. I set my briefcase down on the table and walked to my fridge.
    My black kitten, Jinx walks up to me and mews, rubbing her littlle face onto my ankle. I pulled out a bottle of “wine”. It’s really blood. I pour it into a glass. As I sit in a chair, Jinx pops on to my lap.
    I pull out the assignments from my classes and began grading them. I hear my antique clock ticking, ticking as if time would die soon. When I finally finish, it has been 6pm. I rub my forehead, pushing the hair back. I stand up and turn on the tv.
    A news report was at Oaky Park. Something about a murder. Near the forest of the park.
    “This is Amber Swan, rpeorting that the body of 18 year old, Lisa Shell was found. Police were unkown of the attacker. All was found were brutal markings of the girl’s throat. Back to you, Wilson.”
    A murder? There has been strange things around town lately. Some girls were missing and found and murdered the same way. When I think of these young girls, I think of Violet. Sweet,sweet Violet. I also see teenagers hanging out late at night. By skateparks, movie theaters. I slouch into the black velvet sofa.
    Who would do this? I think to myself. I quickly change the channel. After a few clicks of boring talk shows,movies and cartoons, I got up and grabbed my jacket. Might need more wine, I begin to think.
    As I walked to my car. I see a group of guys following a girl. Black hair,blade straight…I could smell her blood..AB. My favorite. It’s like a drug. It was Violet! A man in a rugged jacket grabbed her arm as others laugh. I tried to pull away, in a flash I was in this guys face.
    “why not backing off her?”, I said with a growl, snapping his wrist. The man groaned in pain . He looked like he was in his mid 30’s. The other men backed off. I turned to violet who had widen ice blue eyes.
    “Violet, it’s dangerous to walk by yourself.”,I said leading the frightened girl away from the group.
    Violet stared up at me, “T-thank you, Mr. Frost”. I smiled gently at her.
    “By the way,why were you walking out here this late?”
    She looked down , “ My dad need something from the store.” She was clutching a Charlie’s Pharmacy
    Bag. I nodded. “ Why not we go to my place? It’s not too safe around here. Especially when what has been going on lately”. She glanced at me and nodded. We went back to my apartment. I turned on the light switch.
    “Have a seat”, I said leading her to the sofa. She sat and put the pharmacy bag next to her. Jinx jumped on the sofa and purred onto her lap. Violet smiled and stoke Jinx’s ears. I was in the kitchen.
    “Violet, are you hungry?”, I asked pulling out pans and whatnot.
    “I am a little”, she said standing up. She was next to me. She gave me a bright smile.
    “I’m good at pasta. Can I help?”
    I felt touched by her her offer. “Sure “,I said pulling out pasta noodles,and other ingredients.
    Violet went to the sink to wash her hands. So did I. I felt my skin brushed near hers. It felt soft, like a feather. I nearly shruddered as if she was a strnog exstacy drug. We began cooking and chatting. After I was done, we sat at the table.
    “Wouldn’t your parent sbe worried, Violet?”
    She took a bite of pasta,” My dad is most likely passed out by now. It should be ok”.
    I can see a bit of sauce by her lips. I saw her stare at me , then wiped the sauce off her mouth. It was a lovely time. Best time I had in years. She glanced at the clock.
    “Now I should really get home. It’s getting late”,she said sitting up.
    I took her plate and wrapped it in foil. She smiled. I escorted her to my car. I drove her home.
    It was by the abandon Catholic Church. Her house was a small white house. At least 2 story. She smiled at me.
    “Dinner was great. Thank you for driving me home”
    I smiled. “Be careful”, I watched her go inside, then I drove home. And cleaned up. Still visiaulizing of our dinner. I felt so happy.