I'm taken to a room at the end of a dark hallway. Jackson is leading me. I realize that there are other guard following him as well. They are scared. Nervous. I know now that we are in the huge Cathedral but it isn't a cathedral. This place is an actual school. I can tell because we walk past ing actual classrooms.

“Eden High is going to be your new home for the next year,” Jackson lets me know, “Most all the vampires went through it so don't feel stressed.”

“That's easier said than done when half the school freaks out over a blood type. I'm not even AB. I don't even know what that means.”

“When you were human you weren't AB. When you change into a Vampire your blood type changes. Class A blood are vampires who are good at physical labor. They tend to be stronger vampires, faster. They do a lot of field work, manual labor and some even act as policeman or security around the city. Class B are more mental vampires. They are the politicians, the businessmen and are master manipulators in the city. Some even have the power to hypnotize. Class O... they are good at both of those things.”

“Is that why they are so special?”

Jackson nods, “Yes. Class O blood type are well rounded vampires. They are trained to become King's Guard.”

“So when you were in school you were Class O.”

Jackson nods, “Top of my class.”

I nod interested, “Wow. So what about me? What are AB blood type good at?”

Jackson shrugs, “No one knows.”

“What?”

“Never been an AB blood type before...”

Never was a long time. I get even more nervous as Jackson takes me down the hallway. The idea that I'm the only one who is an AB blows my ing mind. Jackson hushes me before I can say anything. He's taken me into an area that I don't know.

“Where are we?”

“These are the dormitories. Class O sleeps together, they train together, they study together. They do everything together.”

“Sleep together?” I ask.

“Take your mind out of the gutter, Jr, I mean literally sleep,” Jackson corrects me, “Class O have a special bond. These people are going to be who you will get to know for an eternity. You'll fight Rogues together. You'll be the face of Eden's defense against Rogues.”

“I'm confused. What do the rogues want?”

“What does anyone want? To get into paradise,” Jackson answers me before leading me into the room.

“They are asleep.”

“They have the right idea. Classes begin tomorrow.”

“Wait ok. Wait. I'm not ready for this...”

“I'll have clothing and toiletries delivered to you. Since you are now an honorary of Class O you are only allowed to wear gold.”

“Wait...you can't just leave me here...wait!”

I don't have time to stop Jackson. He slams the door behind me. I realize now that I'm in a dark room. I look in the room. I don't know what I'm expecting. A part of me is expecting a room full of coffins. That's not the case. There are beds in the room. They are bunk beds. I look through the long hallway and see that everyone is pretty much asleep.

“You mind keeping it down?” a voice says, “I'm trying to sleep.”

That's when I see the person turn over. He's on the lower cot. It's the boy with the silver eyes. He doesn't have a shirt on. He doesn't seem to have noticed it was me and when he turns and open his eyes, he gets up immediately..

“My bad,” I respond in a whisper.

He's standing up. That's when I take a look at his body. The other 5 are sleeping in their cots but he's staring at me. His body is everything. That's the only way I can describe it. He has a small waist and muscular biceps. His silver eyes look European, the shape of his eyes look asian, his lips have that black weight to it, his skin is seems to have that mid brown Hispanic hue to it. He looks like he is the world's child. In the darkness he stares at me.

“It's you...the AB...”

“Is that what I'm called?” I ask him.

“Everyone's talking of you. Can I taste you? I never tasted an AB...”

He's brave. He doesn't wait for me to answer. In the darkness he is on my neck. I have to admit having him so close turns me the on. I almost feel his lips press up against my neck when I jerk back. When I pull back though he seems confused.

“Um no. You can't taste me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Never really had someone say no to me before when I asked to taste their blood. Is that things that AB blood type do?”

“Get used to it. It's a hard life out there.”

He laughs, “Is it an AB thing to be rude too?”

I'm looking at this guy with a strange look, “Wait. You just tried to on my neck and you're calling me the rude one.”

He snickers a little bit, “Look we started off on the wrong foot. I am not going to lie...I just am intrigued by you. Honestly I think everyone is. So how about we start over? My name is JB.”

JB. y JB. He flashes me a white smile. His teeth are the whitest teeth I've ever seen in my life. How the did he get his teeth so white? How the was that even possible? How the were his lips folding over his mouth in the way they were. Why the was this man so handsome? It wasn't even ing fair.

I walk past him and go to the only empty bed, “I'm not here to make friends man.”

Someone else had smiled at me before. Someone else had been nice to me before. I wasn't going to let another Roman happen. This JB guy was handsome. I'd give him that. Handsome was getting so played out though.

***

“He smells.”

“He can't help it. He recently turned.”

I don't dream that night. I wonder if it's just tonight or if it's just a thing that vampires don't dream. I mean I literally don't dream. I wake up and it's almost as though no time has passed but I'm very sure a lot of time has passed even though the only window in the dorm still reflects the everlasting red sky.

They are over me. There are six of them. Three boys and three girls. They are watching me with interested looks. When I open my eyes one of the girls literally takes off jumping so high she reaches the ceiling and then falls flat back on her .

The other two girls don't seem nearly as surprised or moved by me.

“He doesn't even look like an O,” the one girl says.

I assume she means I'm not as gorgeous as the rest of them. She would be right. The girl who is talking is a bombshell. She looks like some teen beauty queen. She has huge lips, almond shaped eyes and jet black hair. Her eyes are a hazel color. Her skin is tan. She raises a dark eyebrow at me and crosses her arms. She's dressed in golden color.

“He isn't an O, Candy,” the other girl states, “He's a stray.”

This second girl is a white girl. She had short red hair that cut into a bob. She has freckles and looks like someone's supermodel from the 1980s when supermodels actually existed. She takes a look at Candy as though wanting some sort of assurance from the darker girl. The darker girl doesn't give her one. She's too busy looking at me being disgusted.

“I'm also awake,” I state.

I get up at that moment.

“He's short,” the boy next to JB states, “He has fat. Actual stomach fat. I'm not joking. Candy, take a look at this . He's built like a Type B.”

This motherer has the nerve to then poke my stomach like I'm the Pillsbury doughboy and when I slap his hand away I see nothing but fangs. He is an asian boy, about 6'2”. When he points out my belly fat I realize it's because he doesn't have any. None of them do. They are all shaped like all they do is go to the gym all day. They are shaped like Jackson was. It's clear now that the O blood type was the genetically superior one. I mean these people weren't human. I look over at JB and this boy and between them I swear I count 16 abs. I didn't know 8 abs on a human were even possible until today. This third guy in the room is the biggest. He's damn near 6'6”. He's a giant and he's standing silently but his body is no different from the other two boys as far as tone is concerned. The rude one I have to admit is handsome. He has blond hair and looks like an all American boy. He hisses and turns to me. There is a look of anger in his eyes as though I'm the one who offended him.

“He's with our class now Bambam,” JB tells the blonde boy.

The blonde boy, Bambam, doesn't retract his fangs. He's looking like he's ready to rip into my flesh any minute now. A part of me thinks that if JB is standing between us right at that moment that he will.

It's the girl Candy that they seem to all be focused on. For some reason Bambam and the other girl seem to be following her lead. The way they look at her is almost like they are waiting on her every word or something like that.

She walks over to me, “What is your name new boy?”

“Jr.”

“Silly name,” says the girl whose name is ing Candy, “The Captain of the Guard Jackson asked me to bring you these clothes.”

She has a stack full of golden uniforms in her hands at that moment. She is about to hand them to me. I lean forward in order to grab them but before I can get anywhere close she runs. She is quick as a cheetah as she gets to the window. She opens up the window at that moment and tosses the clothes out of the window.

We have to be on the 5th floor. I watch as the clothes scatter across the courtyard outside.

I am speechless.

I take a step forward and I swear I don't know what I'm going to do