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My Past Long Forgotten

Chapter 1

As I walk through the gates of my new school I get to thinking about the many I have already attended. True all of the others were, as far as everyone knew, all human inhabited, whilst this school is for supernaturals only. Of course if humans knew about this there would sure to be some kind of law against it. They would have the argument that we were discriminating against them. Although they wouldn't want us at their schools so I don't know where they expect us to go. I still doubt I will fit in here though, I have found out that no matter whether I am with humans or supernaturals I still seem to be unwelcome. They all think I am an evil, un-dead creature of the night. They do not understand me; I am very powerful, more powerful than anyone I have ever met, this is a large thanks to one of my powers, anyone that I do meet I can use their power anytime I want and against anyone that I wish. I am never shy to use this against my enemies and to prove myself to some poor, unsuspecting challenger. But I remain on top, I am feared by all that know of me, and most do. No one bothers to try and get close to me, although I would be a very useful ally. That is if I didn't get annoyed with, and then kill who I was supposed to be working with. This has happened many times in the past. Although I resent the 'un-dead creature of the night' comment as I am not a vampire. Sure, some could say that I have the tendency to suck the life out of people and all the fun out of any situation but I do not have fangs, nor do I drink blood, therefore, do the math. As for evil, well that's debatable really.

"Hey, are you new here?" I looked over at the source of the voice that had disturbed my thought, the guy was about the age that I appeared, 17, spots covered most of his face, he was about four inches taller than me, which doesn't say much because I'm only 4ft 5inch which I am currently trying to hide with the shoes I am wearing today. He had small brown eyes which were mostly hidden by his rectangle glasses that, with a designer label could be counted as style these days and he has black hair that hangs in a mess at the sides of his face. He wore a dark blue shirt and black jeans, clothes that wouldn't make him stand out in a crowd, and my guess would be that he prefers it that way. He's not very attractive but not that bad looking either, I have learnt in my many years of living it's usually the less attractive ones are the decent people.

He is attracted to me, though that isn't very hard to believe. I have fiery red hair that hangs two inches past my shoulders, the colour of the contacts I chose to wear today are a sparkling light blue, I am quite short but that is hidden by my black ankle boots, I am wearing a blue vest top, black skinny jeans and a black jacket. My curvy figure is shown off perfectly in this outfit, so, overall, I look hot. I can make pretty much any guy fall in love with me, using a combination of my looks, my charm, flirting and my powers of persuasion, which makes getting answers a lot easier. People will probably question my sanity with my colour choice in this weather. It may be hot to them but I have lived in the Sahara desert before now so I can deal. Even though I do not wish to talk to the boy, it is considered rude not to answer, and besides, I might need him for something at a later date.

"Have you seen me around here before" he seemed surprised at my answer. Well I said it would be rude not to answer, I didn't say I was going to do so nicely.

"Um er, well no. Stupid question I guess." No kidding, really? Hadn't figured that one out by myself. He appeared to be waiting for me to say something and seemed more than a little put out that I hadn't yet. I would guess that he is not very popular at this school, either because of how he looks, his family or the type of supernatural that he is. Although I do not know why people tend to look down their noses at water users, I have used that power many times to drown my opponents in the past, but let's not get in to that.

Sympathy and I have not been close acquaintances in the past but I felt sorry for this boy, I know what it is like to be considered useless and pushed to the side. So I tried to be a little more polite to the boy.

"What is your name?" I asked although I already know thanks to one of my powers. I 'borrowed' a mind reading power, but how could I not? Dear Mishy didn't even know of his great gift. It was just going to waste. Of course that was a very long time ago, and he's dead now.

"Brian" he replied.

"Well Brian, I'm Angela." I hear a few wolf whistles from the crowds that we pass as we head further in to the school. A strange look crosses Brian's face.

"Hey Angela, y'know you can walk away if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm a loser, you should be careful who you hang around with, talking to me is pretty much social suicide. If you want to get in to the 'cool' gang then you should walk away now and just tell them I wouldn't leave you alone or something."

'I don't know why I even bothered; she is totally out of my league. I hope she does walk away so I don't make a fool out of myself.' I heard him think to himself. Well, I'm definitely not leaving now.

"You shouldn't think so little of yourself. And what makes you think I want to be a part of this 'cool' gang?" I asked him.

"It's not just me, everyone thinks it. And because you're pretty, and you seem like the type." I ignored that last comment and pursued a different line of questioning.

"Oh and you would know this how? Because you're a mind reader?" He gave me a strange look.

"For all you know I could be." He says and smiles at me; he actually has quite a nice smile and probably a nice personality under that shell, and now I come to think about it he has a good sent as well, not evil, ok he would be a good person to hang out with. Hmmm but he wants to play it that way does he? Well two can play at that game. I smile back at him.

"Ok, so if you're a mind reader, what am I thinking right now?" His smile falters, seriously? How could he not have seen that coming?

"Um, er, um, well" I give off a little laugh.

"Calm down I know you're not a mind reader, I know what power you have." he frowns.

"Oh" is his only reply. I just raise an eyebrow questioningly. He sighs but answers me anyway. "My power is useless."

"Oh really? And what powers do you think are useful?"

"Well, mind reading I guess." Interesting…..

"Your right" he looks at me questioningly. So I continue, "Mind reading is useful-"

"See" he interrupts me.

"Let me finish" I say with maybe a little more force than necessary. He shuts up instantly. "Mind reading is useful. But have you ever tried drowning people with their thoughts?" He looked shocked at what I was getting at.

"But I would never-"

"I know" I interrupt, "You are too nice, I'm just making my point." He studies me silently.

"I get the feeling that there is more than meets the eye with you." I smile.

"What else does your 'feeling' tell you?"

"That it would be a mistake to ask what that is."

"See, I am right, you are smart."

"You never said-"

"I know, but I was thinking it. Which you would have known if you were a mind reader." I say and wink at him. "So you have two powers then." He looked confused.

"You are a water user and you have a good sense of those around you. You use the latter less as you are not as aware of it."

He looked amazed; he didn't have a clue what to say. I tend to have that effect on people.

"I have never heard of that kind of power before. And you managed to get all this from talking to me for 5 minutes?"

"Yes" He expected me to elaborate. I don't. Brian walks me to the office so I can get my timetable and then walks me to my first class.

"Do you need me to walk you to your next class as well?" He offers, how sweet. I can tell he is hopeful that I will say yes just by his face.

"Yeah that would be nice, thanks." I reply. Brian is shocked, but glad. I walk in to my first lesson, which is maths, and everyone stops and stares at me. Oh joy. I don't even know why I'm even surprised, this happens every time. The whispers start instantly. What, rumours about me already? I only just walked through the front gates. I walk up to the teacher's desk and gave him the slip that I am supposed to give every teacher today.

"Class be settled please" the teacher says. I started to sort through information in his mind to give me more info on my new teacher. It's an invasion of privacy I know and I would absolutely hate it if anyone did it to me but being able to slip in to people's heads undetected is just too tempting to pass up.

I found out that he is a 200 year old vampire. He was getting quite bored of life at one time after watching all of his friends and family die, but then he tried teaching and found that he had quite a passion for it. Hmmm well this should be interesting. Let's see how much he enjoys teaching me. I have been known to challenge and or publicly irritate my teachers. After a few classes they decided that teaching wasn't the right career choice for them. Of course, they were all human.

"Class, we have a new student with us today" he motioned to me. If they couldn't work out that he meant me then I'm seriously worried about their intelligence level.

"This is Angela. Angela why don't you tell the class a little bit about yourself"

"No" I replied rudely.

"No?" he asked as if he hadn't heard me right, which would be incredibly unlikely considering he has enhanced hearing.

"You heard right, no."

"Not even your last name?"

"No" I answered bluntly.

"Why not?" he did not seem very pleased with my answers.

"I do not have one." He looked surprised at that but continued trying to get me to share something about myself.

"Would you like to tell the class what kind of supernatural you are?" Everyone looked interested now. I heard everyone's thoughts at once. Many appearing more than once - 'what power does the new girl have?', 'what is her problem with Mr. Bentlen? 'and 'why was she talking to that loser Brian?'

That last one bothered me, just because he has sight and skin problems and maybe his family do not have as much money as others does not make him a loser.

But I answered simply.

"No" the teacher looked a bit impatient now.

"And why is that?"

"Because it's none of yours or their-" I glared around the room "-business." Mr. Bentlen folded his arms across his chest and looked me straight in the eyes and I returned a steady glare of my own. I felt a little tickle at the edges of my mind.

"Isn't it considered kind of rude to try and enter someone's mind without permission Mr. Bentlen?" he looked taken aback at being caught and the class started to whisper again.

"Quiet" he ordered and the class fell silent. So, the class fear this vampire teacher do they? Can't think why, I know for a fact from searching through his mind that he has always been a big softy. When he was a little boy he had two cats. One plain brown one that he named Fluffy and the other a pure white one that he called Snowball. Wow how original. I'm sure the class wouldn't fear him quite so much if they knew that.

"How do you know my name?" my gaze was starting to make him paranoid.

"It's on the form-" I motioned at the piece of paper in his hand. "-and on my timetable." The class laughed, then silenced instantly at a glare from Mr. Bentlen. He looked kind of embarrassed at being so foolish but he hid it well. But not well enough, I could still pick it up. Thanks to a certain empathic French baker whose name I cannot recall, but then again it was over 100 years ago.

Mr. Bentlen signed the slip, handed it back and motioned me to an empty seat. Right next to a jock. Oh fun for me. The teacher set some work and the chatter started up again.

"Do you need any help?" the jock I had sat next to asked me. His name is Johnny, but everyone calls him Jo. And the real question he wanted to ask me was, 'do you want to hook up after school?' Which I had taken directly out of his head. Hell no was the answer to that. I looked down at the work for the first time since it was handed to me, Algebra.

"No I'm okay thank you; I did this at my last school." And even if I hadn't, taking maths lessons from him would be a bad idea. I'm serious a monkey would most definitely have a better chance of getting the answers right.

"So what's your name?" he asked. HELLO did the teacher not just introduce me like 5 minutes ago? I expect Jo was too busy looking at my chest.

"Angela" I answered anyway.

"So, Angela. Are you new here?" For God's sake! This guy is a complete moron! OMG and I have to sit next to this idiot every lesson? Oh God someone help me.

"Have you seen me around before?" I say repeating my words from earlier but with a little more force. He wasn't expecting that answer. Am I to have this conversation a lot today? Because if so I might just punch someone. Which would cause a lot of damage to said persons face.

"So, uh, you got a last name?" I think it might be Jo that I punch. I decided to just ignore him this time and he started to talk to a pretty blonde sat on his other side instead, deciding that I would be a little more difficult to get in to bed then he originally thought.

Man guys like that bug me. And so do blonde haired, blue eyed, big chested, skinny wasted bimbos. Those girls are so fake. Real girls don't look like that without surgery.

I met Brian outside of maths and he walked me to English. Something was bothering him.

"Hey are you alright?"

"Um, yeah. I'm fine. Do you mind if I get going because my class is on the other side of the school."

"Oh yeah sure, see you at break."

"Alright, cool." he said while plastering a fake smile on his face. I knew what was bothering him I just wanted to know if he would tell me.

I walked in to English and handed the teacher the slip, there was no introducing myself nonsense she just showed me to my seat. Next to yet another jock. Seriously? This is not my lucky day. But he was in the middle of flirting with his girlfriend so I'm safe. For now.

"Hey" a small voice said from my right. I turned to see a tiny girl with dark red hair and little brown eyes. She was 16 but didn't look it. It doesn't help that she is meant to be in the year bellow but got moved up.

"Hey, I'm Angela." I decided to be nice to this girl. It turns out she doesn't have many friends in her year or this one. She smiled.

"I'm Abby."

"So what are we working on in this class?" I asked.

"Macbeth" she replied.

"Ahhhhh" I said with a smile.

"You like this play." It wasn't a question but I answered it anyway.

"Yeah I've done it once or twice." And acted in the original play, interesting times those were. Abby showed me what bit we were at and let me use her notes to help me.

"So where have you moved from?" she asked. Then after a thought she added,

"If you don't mind me asking." I searched her mind to see if she had heard about my conversation with Mr. Bentlen but she just didn't want to be rude.

"Paris."

"Cool, I've always wanted to go there what is it like?"

"Alright I guess, not the best place I have been, I prefer the countryside. I just love the shopping centres there" I say with a smile thinking about how much I spent. She laughed.

"Fair enough, I know what I'm like when I go shopping." She frowned and in her head she was also remembering how much she had spent on her last shopping trip, and how annoyed her parents were when they found out. The bell went and we packed up our stuff.

"Hey do you have anyone to hang around with?" she asked me.

"Yeah I'm hanging out with Brian." she seemed surprised. "If you want to come hang out with us then you are welcome, I don't really know a lot of people here. And by what I've seen most are jerks." That made her laugh and in her head I heard her agree with my comment.

"Sure that would be great thanks." She replied. We walked out in to the courtyard to try and find Brian. We dropped by the office first as I wanted to transfer one of my classes.

"Already got a class you think you won't like?"

"Something like that." It was easy enough to change my class and then we headed out to try and find Brian. "I think I know where Brian might be." I said to Abby, we walked around the cafeteria and sure enough there he was, sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. He was so deep in thought he didn't even hear us approach.

"Hey, Earth to Brian." I said with a smile.

"Hey Angela, oh hey Abby" he smiled at both of us and then said to me, "so, making friends already I hear." Oh he heard about maths then.

"Is the response - the jock was an asshole he deserved it good enough?"

"The jock? I meant your conversation with Mr. Bentlen, no one stands up to that teacher."

"Aw. Everyone's scared of the big, bad vampire?" I asked mockingly.

"How do you know he's a vampire?" he asked, wide eyed.

"Oh come on. It's totally obvious." I replied, trying to doge the question.

"Oh yeah, how so?" he asked.

"Well you pointed out yourself that everyone is scared of him. It was either that he is a vampire or the entire class is a bunch of wimps. Although I'm sure most are." Abby and Brian laughed at that.

"So what was that about a jock? What happened, who was it and is he still able to walk?" I laughed, he knows me so well already, I am sure that is in large thanks to his power that he subconsciously uses to get a better view of people. That is quite an interesting power he has. And as he has it I also now have it, I have never met anyone else who can do what I do, I don't steal people's powers they still have them and remain unaffected when I use their powers.

I was about to answer him when I saw a rugby ball flying towards Brian's head. I spun, and caught it in mid-air a few inches from Brian's face. The dumbass rugby player that threw it looked stunned. I threw it back at him. Hard. It hit him right in the stomach and he barrelled over, winded. Damn I should've aimed lower.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"You think that's my bad side? Then if you ever do get on my bad side you are in for a rude awakening my friend." he wasn't quite sure what to think of that and remained quiet.

A gang of rugby players came over to us including the one that I hit with the ball now that he had finally recovered, although he will have a nasty bruise tomorrow. He's lucky I didn't break any of his ribs. Abby, Brian and I all stood up as one when they got closer.

"What the hell was that?" the leader asked. He thought he was tough, just because he scored a few touch downs. I took a step forward.

"Well that was me, testing your star quarterbacks' reflexes. Not looking too good is it?" The leader, whose name is James was fuming. Brian tried to hide a smile with a cough and failed miserably. James didn't seem to like that very much.

"You're new here. So I think you need to be taught the rules. Jocks are at the top of the school. Newbies who do not yet have a social status are right at the bottom of the student body." He said with a smirk and his mates laughed along with him.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah that's right."

"Well I don't give a shit." The jocks didn't seem to like that reply either. Oh well, cry me a river. James took a step closer to me, he was towering over me now and most would find it intimidating and I think that was what he was going for. I however remained unflinching.

"I think you need putting in your place." he said trying to act cool.

"And I'm guessing you're going to be the one to do it are you?"

"Hey mate that sounds like a challenge to me, are you going to let her talk to you like that?" one of his friends asked him.

I heard James' thoughts and that was a clear 'NO'.

"Yeah that's right" he said to me with a smirk answering my original question

"Well James, how is this for putting someone in their place?" I asked and I took a step closer, I was right in his face now; I lifted my leg ever so subtly and kneed him in the nuts. He fell to the ground, his hands on his crotch. Well he won't be using that department for a while I thought with a smile. But for now I had bigger problems, most of the crowds either laughed or let out 'ooooos'.

But the other jocks were not impressed. As one they all stepped forward, Brian and Abby were pushed away and the jocks formed a circle around me. So, I'm getting in to a fight on my first day? Well, I just set a new record. One jock threw a punch at my mid-section and I caught his hand in my fist. They were shocked at that but the jock whose hand I had, whose name was Adam, was more concerned about his hand and whether or not he was going to still be able to use it after I let go. I tightened my grip some more and I heard some of the bones break, none of the major ones though. Not yet. Blood started to run down his hand. Then, another guy from the circle aimed a kick at the back of my legs to knock me off balance, I kicked backwards and hit his leg and I heard a huge crack as I snapped his leg in half and he fell to the ground in agony. Well, serves him right. Three more jocks charged at me and I disposed of them just as quickly. Then I knocked Adam and two others out and I was just finishing off the last one when someone grabbed me from behind and tried to pull me off. I lashed out with my foot without even looking and hit my attacker in the stomach, i didn't understand why the hit didn't seem to faze my all that much, he grabbed my wrists and spun me around to face him. I expected to see another jock, but no.

It was Mr. Bentlen.

Oh crap.

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