AUTHOR’S POV

Rinka’s eyes widened as she heard JR mutter those words. She felt disgusted, yet excited at the same time. How was she special? Was it because of her hair color? Her strange name? She would have to ask someone to translate her name for her. Her father could’ve done that, but it’s too late now. Xiqs had their own language. Meaning, their names would be impossible to translate for some other type of vampire.

She shuddered and took JR’s hands out of her hair. “Stop.” She said and walked over to the end of the hall, staring in awe. She stopped at another picture of her father. How come this school had so many pictures of him? How did they know about him? She froze and whispered to herself.

“Dad…” She could’ve sworn she said it loud enough for JR to hear her. But he didn’t. He walked up behind her staring at the same picture.

“Do you know who this man is?” JR asked her. She didn’t know what to do. Should she lie and say she didn’t? If she said she did, JR would want to know how, then he’d bother her until he gave in. She wasn’t in the mood to be annoyed. Especially since the headmaster was the man who slayed her father in the first place!

Ugh, Rinka! Make up your mind! She thought and clenched her teeth.

“No. What’s his name?” She lied.

JR smiled and walked closer to the picture, touching it gently. “Kim Ilhoon.”

Rinka now knew that that man, was positively her father. Kim Ilhoon was his name. But she wasn’t so sure how they knew about him.

“Who was he?” She asked pretending like she didn’t know. All of those flashbacks crept up from the back of her mind, all the way up to the front.

“Be careful with vampires, Rinka. You never know if they’re the good ones or the bad ones.”
“Is Jackson a bad one?”
“Yes. He’s a VERY evil man. So stay behind me all the time okay?”
“Dad, don’t fight him please!”
“I’m sorry, Rinka. It’ll keep you safer. And because of that, I have to.”

Rinka looked down, tears building up. She remembered that conversation between her and her father before he fought Jackson. How come she started to remember this? The only thing she was supposed to remember was random colors, flying out of her body, into her father’s palm. She blinked and one tear fell from her cheek, to the glossy white tiled floor of the hall. She didn’t want JR to see her like this. He’d ask why she was crying, then she’d have to make a stupid lie that didn’t make sense. Instead, she quickly wiped her tear and looked up.

Just as JR was about to explain a lie to her, he heard footsteps, quickly heading towards them.

(Ren’s POV)

Damn that JR. He goes off on SooYoung and ShinYeon and then takes Rinka away?! I angrily barged toward them.

JR turned around, he looked as if he were about to strike, but he looked at Rinka and remembered he couldn’t. I  smiled and gently grabbed Rinka’s wrist, making her turn around to face me.

“Rinka! I wanna show you something!” I lied and dragged her along with me while she looked REALLY confused. I felt JR dart behind us and grab her other wrist, yanking my grasp away from her.

“The only thing you have to show is your low life.” He growled. I clenched my teeth and slowly felt my fangs start to grow. I tried hiding them but they peeked through my upper lip. Rinka wasn’t paying attention thank god. She was focused on how quickly JR got her out of my grasp.

“JR what the hell is wrong with you? I wanna go with Ren.” She said.

That’s right, .

“Let her go with me, JR, If you don’t she’ll witness things that she’s not supposed to. Especially since she’s not what we are.” I said barely opening my mouth. If I talked like I normally did with my mouth wide,[i]she’d see my fangs. I bit my lip and blood drew from the corner of my mouth.

JR’s eyes widened and they turned red.

Red meant hunger, thirst.

He pushed Rinka away from him and dodged toward me but I simply took a step back, wiping my blood off. “I would never let you take blood from me.” I said to him and quickly grabbed Rinka by her shirt. How was I going to explain this? I had no idea.

“Come on Rinka I wanna show you something cool.” I said. She only stared at JR with wide eyes.

“Is he—wearing contacts?” She asked. I slowly nodded as JR almost dodged toward us again, but I quickly ran off into a different classroom with her, locking the doors. How the hell could I explain this?