My identity is blown, I thought. Luckily, my body acted before I could think. I grabbed the lamp that was on my bed side table and whacked him upside his head with it. He was out in an instant, a trickle of blood running from his forehead to his chin. I quickly put on my bracelet and slipped my clothes back on. I sat and tried to calm myself down for a minute. Who was this man? Why was he in my bed? Why did I so eagerly fall to his will? Those questions rang through my head for a quick moment when I realized I heard the boys outside my door.

A knock came from the door. "Allison? Are you alright? We heard something break."

I quickly straightened myself and walked to the door. I sighed and opened the door reluctantly. Thomas and Jeremy eyed me suspiciously. I ushered them in and pointed nervously at the unconscious man.

"I woke up and he was next to me. He just suddenly started doing thingsto me."

Thomas and Jeremy glanced at each other nervously. They seemed to have a silent conversation among themselves. Jeremy and Thomas glanced at me and Jeremy nodded towards Thomas before leaving the room. I wanted to ask Thomas a question, but Jeremy was back before I could ask, and he brought Grey with him. Grey glanced at me and scowled, then looked at the man and paused.

"What happened?" He asked angrily.

"Well, I woke up and he was in bed next to me. He started trying feel up on me, so I pushed him off the bed. I think I went a little too far when I threw the lamp, but he touched me. So, I think that made it even." I replied.

"Well, maybe he deserved to be slapped, but to be hit with a lamp is quite extreme. But that is to be expected from a barbarian such as you," Grey said coldly. He bent over and picked up the man. Then he turned towards her and narrowed his eyes, "This is my brother. Although I do not take liking to him, do treat him with more respect."

They left and I closed the door behind them. I dug through my junk and found my uniform. It consisted of a dark navy blue blazer, a yellow polo, and pants or a skirt. I threw it all on and debated between the skirt and the pants. I grabbed the skirt and slipped it on.

I was about to leave when I thought about the bracelet. He could try to take it off again, I thought. I turned back around and rustled through my bag again. I found a small wooden chest that most people would keep jewelry in. I opened it and saw a cross. It was metal with a beautiful design and a sapphire in the middle. I stared at it, debating if I wanted to use it or not. It would burn a tattoo into my back so that it would restrict all powers until it sensed I needed it most. I closed my eyes and inhaled, making my decision.

I walked into the bathroom and stripped down to my tank top. I balled up a towel and bit onto it as I set the cross against my back. A chill ran through me as the cool metal hit my skin. I grazed my index finger across the sapphire and what would have been a shrill cry was muffled by a towel.

Searing heat and pain spread into my shoulder as the cross worked its magic. Tears came down in rivers as I pressed the cross harder into my back. It'll be worth it, I kept telling myself. The cross in general is supposed "get rid of" all traces of your powers, but it also heightens your senses as an average human. For example, if you were a normal vampire all your life and suddenly you had to use this cross, it would leave or heighten your senses. For a vampire to lose there heightened senses is like a human suddenly going blind and deaf.

The cross cooled down after a few minutes. I pulled it away from my skin and looked at my back. A tattoo of a beautiful rose sat there. It was a slight pink color as it still pulsed. I glanced at the clock and saw the time. I gasped and grabbed my jacket, buttoning it up as I ran out her door. On my way out, I grabbed a bag that was stuffed with a journal and some food.

"This is going to be a long day . . ." I muttered to myself.

Grey waited until 8 o' clock for that scoundrel of a woman. He headed to class and sat down in his desk in the very back corner. He was about to take a nap when he heard the door slam open. He opened one eye to an angry slit when he saw a panting Allison at the door. Her long dark brown hair sat against her back. He slowly remembered the frightening dream of her hair floating around her. And the fangs. The fangs were the things that freaked him out the most. Just a mere human, Grey kept telling himself.

The teacher cleared his throat and peered over the glasses that sat on the tip of his nose. "I suppose you are Mrs. Cross? I look forward to you being in this class," The man actually smiled, which made Grey become stunned. The only emotion he'd seen from him was different types of anger. "Your seat will be in the back by Master Hamilton."

Grey immediately buried his head in his arms. No way in hell was this happening. He heard the chair roll back, and someone sit in it. Oh, it's happening alright, Grey thought. He peeked through his arm like an elementary school kid and saw her paying very close attention. He saw how she had a very pale look to her. A sickly pale look. He smelled the air and smelled blood. Oh no, Grey thought. He raised his head and stretched. He looked out the window to his left and heard a thump to his right.

Grey looked over and saw Allison's head on the table. She was breathing awfully hard. Grey glanced around and slowly touched Allison's forehead with the back of his hand. It was a feverish type of hot. A quick panic set over Grey. He didn't know what to do. The nurse would know, he thought. Grey stood up and sighed. He pulled out Allison's chair and scooped up her limp body. She was surprisingly lighter than he thought she would be.

Grey walked to the door. The teacher went to protest when Grey sent an angry look over his way. The teacher's face went pale; trickles of sweat rolling down his face. He bowed and allowed Grey to leave with Allison.

Grey hurried down the corridor to a part of the building no one really ever went to. He adjusted Allison in his left arm and opened the infirmary door with his right. He quickly moved one of the perfectly white privacy curtains out of the way to set her down on the recovery bed. He hesitated before heading back to the nurse's office.

Grey knocked on the door to the office. There was a dead silence except for Allison's heavy breathing. He went to turn the knob, but it wouldn't budge. Grey sighed. Just my luck, he thought. He walked back over and looked at her. A strong scent of blood emanated from her. He cringed in reaction to the smell. He closed his eyes and prepared himself mentally. He couldn't bite her no matter what. He slowly turned her over. He adjusted her face so she wouldn't suffocate herself in her sleep. He peeled her jacket off and her polo caught his attention. A crimson color stained from her left shoulder to farther down her back.

"What in the hell?" He muttered.

He pulled of her polo gently, only causing her to wince once. He could see a tiny bit of the problem. Blood seemed to be seeping from a non-visible wound. It completely stained the white tank top she was wearing.

"What is on her left shoulder that would be bleeding so intensely?"

He grumbled to himself as he grabbed some disinfectant wipes. He slowly wiped away the blood and threw the dirty wipes away as he went along. When he got to her left shoulder, her body twitched. A hiss like sound came out of her mouth. So, it's definitely her shoulder, he confirmed. He cleaned all the blood and went to put the trash can up when the thing on her shoulder caught his attention. It was a rose. Not an ordinary rose, though. It was a Vampire's Rose. It was an intricate rose tattoo with a faint cross in the back. It was a beautiful design, but a mere human to have the design was quite odd.

Well, maybe she's not a mere human, a thought nagged at him. He wanted to wave it away, but it bothered him. She wasn't normal. She wasn't human. Maybe she wasn't a vampire, but something else.

"That sounds so stupid." He muttered to himself.

The door to the infirmary creaked open. Grey turned around to see a man in a lab coat. He had to have been in their age group.

"May I help you?" The man in the lab coat asked.

"No. It's just that my fri- um, this girl passed out. So I took her here. I guess. I leave her in your hands."

"Yes. And you would happen to be?"

"You work here and you don't even know the headmaster's son? My name is Grey Hamilton. And you are? I've never seen you around."

"Well, I'm new here. So, sorry for not knowing your identity," A sly grin crossed his face briefly, "My name is Steven. I guess you could call me Nurse Steven."

"Well if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."

Something was off about that Steven guy. He felt like he should go back. Like that man was planning something, but he sighed and kept marching backing down the hall.

I woke up with a jolt. My left shoulder was heavy. I groaned and fell back onto a soft bed. I looked around to examine my surroundings. I suppose I'm in an infirmary, I thought. I shuffled and sat up. I was slightly light headed. Everything was tilting. I grabbed my head in an attempt to try to stabilize everything, but it was a failed attempt.

The curtain that surrounded the bed opened, and I was surprised to see Steven. He wore the school uniform, which sort of surprised me. He handed me some water and two pills, which I suspected was a pain killer of some sort.

"So how did I end up here?"

"Well, you apparently just passed out during class, so I escorted you here since no one else seemed to notice."

"Do you know why I passed out?"

"Not enough food or sleep? That would be my guess."

"Maybe I haven't gotten enough sleep at all lately." I pondered.

I looked back up at Steven and he looked slightly nervous. I stared at him with a look full of question.

"I was wondering if you could forget about what I tried the other day. That was an honest mistake on my part." He said with a dejected look.

I hesitated, and then smiled. "Of course. I don't want that ruining my friendship."

He smiled. "That's good."

I thought I heard him chuckle when I turned my head. I looked back at him, but the only look on his face was a relieved smile. I stood up and stretched. I rubbed my left shoulder as an aching pain ran throughout my back. I could've sworn someone was touching my back, I thought. I removed my jacket and glanced in the full body mirror that sat there. The clothes were nice, crisp and clean. Just like they were new. I felt my brows furrow as I thought. I feel like something isn't right, I thought.

"What's wrong? We should head back to class." Steven said.

"Ah, it's nothing." I said. I threw my jacket back on and we walked back to class.

"Alright! Class is dismissed! Have a nice weekend!" Mr. Hill yelled to us students as we walked out.

It had been a tiring day. Passing out during a class can really drain a person, I thought. I walked through the extremely trafficked hall. I lost my sense of direction completely. Suddenly it went silent and people started moving to the sides of the hall. I felt a hand grab my arm and tug me into the mass of bodies. I looked up to see a tall guy. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Sorry about that. It's just that you don't want to be out there when the top four are walking."

I stared blankly at him. "Who are the top -?"

Suddenly everyone bowed. I just stood there stupidly until the man grabbed my head and pushed it down. I looked over at him and he held a finger to his lips. I nodded and he let go of me. I stayed bowed. A minute passed until I heard a few pairs of footsteps. I slowly stole a glance at the people and stared stupidly. It was Grey, Jeremy, Thomas, and Grey's brother. Grey seemed to look around and found me; making direct eye contact with me. I put my head down immediately. I heard the footsteps stop. Then I felt a hard thump on the back of my head. I glanced up and Grey was standing there with both his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Come on dimwit. You're probably going to get lost on the way back." He said.

I stood up slowly and I could feel lots of eyes on me. I was about to walk forward when I remembered the guy next to me helping me.

"Ah! I almost forgot! Thank you, sir!" I smiled and waved quickly.

I got out of the mass piled group of people and walked down the hall with the four guys. Grey's brother kept giving me weird looks out of the corner of his eye.

"Could you stare any harder?" I asked.

He jumped, but didn't say anything. We walked all the way back to our dorms in silence. Once we stepped inside, though, the commotion started.

Grey's brother pointed at me and shouted. "She's the half-blood!"

"Yeah, and I'm a gryphon." Thomas muttered.

"Come on Cain! This is a ridiculous accusation, definitely for you." Jeremy said.

"Let me show you!" Cain said.

I glanced over at Grey. He stood in a corner of the room and watched. I looked back at Cain, who was now right by me. I jumped slightly and he glared.

"Show me your hands."

I lifted my hands and he shoved back my coat sleeves. He grabbed my right arm. He examined the bracelet and tugged at it. He tugged harder and I winced. When he went to tug it the third time, I willed it off. The bracelet's latch snapped. He stared at me. He poked my cheek as though that would cause all of my half-blood powers to come seeping out.

"What the hell?" He asked.

"Well, I did happen to hit you with a lamp this morning. Sorry about that. Maybe you just remember it wrong." I suggested.

Cain was about to protest when Grey walked over. Grey put a hand on Cain's shoulder. Cain flinched then backed away.

"We should all eat and go to bed. You can call room service to bring food to your room if you desire. Now, goodnight." Grey left the way they just came.

"Where is he going?" I asked.

"To go find a meal." Cain grumbled as he shuffled past.

I walked into my room and grabbed a pair of clothes. I slowly stripped down to my bra and underwear. I pulled on some shorts. As I went to put on my tee, something caught my eye. The whole entire back of my blue bra a purple color. I unhooked it and examined it. It had no smell, nor could I tell what could have possibly stained it.

"How odd . . ." I thought aloud.

I stayed up late into the night studying and watching movies.

I awoke with a jump. My eyelids were heavy from exhaustion. A textbook sat on my lap. I grabbed the clock that sat on the table next to my bed. It read nine o' clock. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Something sounded familiar about that time. I stumbled into the shower, turning it to a teeth chattering coldness, and soaked to wake myself up. A thought rang in my head. I was supposed to run by my mother's friend's store to pick up something.

I quickly washed myself. I stumbled into a pair of capris. I fit a tank top over my head, than threw a jumper on. I grabbed some sandals and slipped them on my feet. I stuffed my wallet and phone into my pockets. As I was running out the door, I braided my still dripping wet hair.

Grey felt like an idiot. He had gotten up as he saw Allison go rushing out the door. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had gotten dressed and quickly followed after her. The streets were still crowded for nine in the morning, but not as much as they would have been in three hour's time. He could follow at a close enough distance that she wouldn't notice him. She seemed to know her way pretty well. Even Grey didn't know his way well, and he had been living there all is life.

Allison stopped and stepped inside a small book store. Grey wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if he should go inside or not. It wouldn't be wise, he thought. He stood outside and waited. He waited for a few minutes, periodically glancing at his watch. He sighed and decided to walk around the block. He stepped in front of the alleyway that was next to the book store, and a wretched stench emanated from it.

His nose wrinkled in protest. He turned to look down the alleyway. It was dark, but for him it wasn't. It was very clear as to what happened there. Someone had been ripped limb from limb and staked to a fence. The wretched stench didn't appear to be from a rotting corpse, but from a different source. It was the smell of a tainted vampire's blood. It didn't smell like anything to a human, but to a Vampire, it stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Grey?" He heard a voice say.

Grey recognized the voice a minute too late. Allison pushed her way past him. She seemed to wince slightly and wrinkle her noise. She squinted her eyes and then gasped. She went pale with a slight shade of green. Grey reached out and pulled her close to his body. He placed a hand over her eyes.

"Take a few deep breaths. Calm down as best as you can." Grey said soothingly.

He pet her damp hair instinctively. Her breathing seemed to calm down a little.

"Are you going to be alright?" He asked.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about that man." She said.

"You have a phone?"

She nodded. She pulled it out and handed it to him. He dialed his father's phone number.

"Hello?" A voice rang.

"Dad."

"Well, isn't this a rare sight? Grey is actually calling me?!" Boisterous laughter echoed from the other side of the phone.

"It's a Code 67." Grey said in a serious tone.

The laughter was cut short immediately. "A Slayer?"

"They are the only ones who use those things."

"I suppose they do stick to the traditional style of the stake, don't they?"

"But it looks like they've found a more effective way to use it and a way to send a message."

"I see," His father pondered the situation, "This is a problem. Where is it?"

"An alleyway near the corner of Burns and Washington."

"Ah. Near a book store?"

"Yes." Grey responded.

He heard his father grumble something in the background. "Alright. Leave. People are on there way."

Monotone beeping filled his ear the next second. He shoved the phone into his pocket.

Something moved in the darkness. He looked around but couldn't see anything. A chill ran down his back. Only one thought ran through his mind:

I probably just involved Allison in something she needs no part in.

I am soooo sorry it took me forever to publish and write. I personally don't like this story now. Or, I don't like the way I went with it in the first chapter.

I lost complete inspiration in the story all together. One thing I always know is I refuse to write something I hate. I need to be inspired, or it's going to be shit.

I am planning for 2 more chapters until it ENDS. Maybe. I really like what I'm planning to happen next *insert maniacal laughter here*.

The only reason I truly found any hope in publishing a new chapter was because of the reviews. That is the only reason I put any effort into finding inspiration for this shit hole of a story.

If you want me to continue this fanfic, PLEASE review. It helps me know whether or not I should put my time and effort into a work when I could be working on something else people really want updated.

I am a very slow updater, so please don't harass me. I write as a hobby, not as a job.

- Mehbutterfly

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