The sun and its heat these days are tolerable yet I chose to seat far from the windows. Eunji too.

“Hmm.” That would be Bomi’s mind speaking. She still says ‘hmm’ in her thoughts, adorable.

“You’re staring, Park Chorong.” Okay maybe I am being this crazy stalker vampire. I should at least stop.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I- I was looking at the windows.” That’s partly a lie because I am definitely looking at her yet partly true because the windows are within my visions. Smooth I should say.

“You like the skies?” Bomi asked checking out the scenery outside. Finally she’s starting a conversation, something that I cannot do. Not in this situation where I know that this girl I’m in a conversation with holds my heart oh so dearly.

“Only at night.” To be fair that’s an honest answer, there’s no vampire who’d go sunbathing and hurt themselves just to see the morning sky.

“You’re a night kind of person?” Bomi asked me with such curiosity in her eyes. She's interested in me just like before, isn't she?

“I am.” I swear I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been giving a lot of killer answers to the conversation, and before I know it the professor started giving out board exercises and our little chitchat ended.

I continued watching her in class, and guess what? She’s still that lazy girl who accidentally falls asleep during lectures. Sitting up straight with her half-dyed grey hair covering her face, ‘unattractive’ people would say but then again, I’m crazy for her. She looks hot. Yes hot.

“Ahh the late girl is not just late but also sleeping in class.” I heard the professor’s mind. This isn't good.

I look at the board and saw the complicated equations written on it. Knowing that with thoughts like that, he will call Bomi to answer. I wonder why they tend to teach the difficult way when there is a much simpler solution to these math problems.

“Miss Yoon Bomi.” There, just as I predicted.

“Bomi can you give me the answer to question number three.” 250. The answer is two-hundred and fifty. 

“Oh . Uhh- uhmm.” Even her thoughts are still the same, scattered. I love listening to her more than any random minds in this room. Her voice, her thoughts, they are music to my ears.

To spare her time (and class participation), I stood up then excused myself in class and managed to drop the piece of paper on her chair desk as I passes by in front of her.

250

Reaching out of the room I didn’t go off just yet but instead rested my back on the walls to wait and listen.

“Two-hundred fifty?” She answered, but with such an unsure and uneasy voice.

“Units? Give me the units, Bomi.” Uh oh. Oh no.

“Meters.” I really should give her credits but it’s just that to me, she’d always be the softest, my clueless dumb dumb.

“Very good. I see that you’re smart but please refrain from sleeping in class.” 

Since I’m out of the boring class, I decided to visit Naeun in the school’s infirmary like those students who excuses themselves for not feeling very well but only to get some sleep in the clinic’s bed.

“Good morning! How can I help-” I will be needing to write this down on my journal. Naeun as a school nurse. Welcoming and friendly, that’s definitely far from how she is with strangers. “What brings you here?”

“Nothing really.” I answered her thoughts.

Naeun is cold, distant. I remember having a hard time breaking in through her walls when we were young.

Years when Chorong first open her eyes.

Purebloods only gets to open their eyes at the age of fourteen, and the years before that? We are just like normal kids that our parents raise.

Everything was dull, no colours, no sounds, nothing. But when I finally got to taste a fresh blood, it’s like a fresh start. All of my senses were at it’s best, I feel so powerful, so strong.

“We know how it feels, tremendous. But we have to train you young, Chorong.” My father says and I look at him knowing that I should follow his orders so I nod.

My parents brought me to this small town. 

“You’ll be living here but I want you to see this as a training not a feeding program.” He may be uptight but not all the time, he still manage to utter the most weird set of words.

I was trained to be around humans, around all these blood living creatures. Everyone is my prey and as a predator, I sometimes give in to what the monster inside me wants. Fresh pumping blood. 

I failed on the first town and we had to move places because reports of ‘animal attacks’ have increased and it’s no longer a habitual place for our kind.

“She’s Son Naeun.” My mom introduce me to this girl and I assumed she’s special just like me because of the mark she has on her left wrist, mine is at the back of my ear. “She woke up years after you but don’t be discourage my dear when I say that she already mastered the way of living along with the humans.”

I don’t know if being competitive is part of me being a vampire or not but I’m hyped, I’m all fired up to finish this thing and reach her level or so exceeds her capacity. 

“I see. Skills are really not base on how powerful your clan is.” She said, or she did not. I’m sure I heard her but she didn’t even open . “You can read minds, I can read minds, us purebloods can.” She said once again and I’m dumbfounded at the learning I just had.

We didn’t start off as the best of friends as she’s been really just into teaching me and not into being a friend. She’s cold, distant. But one conversation gave me the access to Naeun’s heart, to her real self.

“Don’t you feel lonely knowing that for the rest of our lives, we’ll be this kind. We’ll never get to enjoy the life like them?” She asked me