Moonlight Lovers

SPIKE'S POV

I walked into the dreadful hellhole. I had just been forced to leave my home and life behind. I mean EVERYTHING was left behind even Quote The Raven my black cat with one green eye and the other blue. I only got to bring my clothes and English dictionary. Right now all i knew how to say was

"I go by Spike my middle name not Natila my first name"

Ok I knew a little more English but why leave. I didn't mean to kill the family, they just got in my way of the boy. Oh but it was worth it, his blood was the wonderful mix or sweet and sour. I tasted his thoughts, his feelings, his dreams, everything about him as I drained his life. Yes I put him through the misery of watching his entire family fall. I did enjoy the look on his face and his begging. He was lower than an earth worm at that point, and I made him know it.

I was forced to move to Belleville, New Jersey by my family, to live with my uncle's best friend, Nathanial Rennalds or something like that. On my plane i started missing L'Aquila my home. I had to start school as soon as I arrived in the Americas, as soon as I landed in the New Jersey air port and was driven to that place where they torture Mere children with knowledge. Ok I'm only 16 but still, I am smarter then all of them. I know the history like i know the back of my hand, or the blade of Blood Raven, and I knew both of them very well. Math was easy I just used my knowledge and street smarts, the rest of the classes I was supposed to take were stupid and insignificant. As I walked to class wearing my favorite outfit, I lit a cigarette and took a few drags. Yes I smoke, so what. A school security guard ( I guess) walked up to me and took my cig from me, and crushed it under his heel.

"Scusa?" I said staring him dead in the eyes, burning into his skull (I'm sure glad it was stormy outside or i would of had to wear my sunglasses"

"You... You need to..." the guy stammered

I walked past him into the building, putting on the most innocent face I could master. I made my way to World History, and walked into the class. The first thing that hit me was the smell. I loved it. I smelt everyones blood. My eyes had turned their gray color and i noticed a tall, skinny, lanky boy looking at me, then going to talk to his short friend. I noticed hints of Italiano in them. My heart skipped beats looking at the skinny kid. The teacher stood up and introduced me to the class. I had to stop her and tell her my name. I hated the name Natila, I preferred Spike my middle name. I was named after my madre and zio. My madre died when I was very young and I remember it. My babbo raised me, after all he did kill my madre. My zio took me in and raised me, until i had a little fun. The ceto was forced to say hi to me, then i was sent to sit next to the secco fanciulla or skinny kid. I spoke in Italiano and only the breve fanciulla knew what I was saying and helped out amico. Their blood taunted and begged me to take it, but for the first time in years I didn't want to hurt them. I was really jumpy that class. I found out (by reading his mind) that this fanciulla Mikey was in all of my classes, I was drawn to him, but had to stay away, I was starving. Then close to the end of lessons a very cocky boy walked over and sat next to me, and he had the audacity to speak to me. I felt jealousy in Mikey

"wow does he like me" I asked myself

I hated the stench of the àsino's blood, bitter and gross. The bell rang, and it was loud, i flinched, then stood up. I felt eyes on me, and I knew they were Mikey's, I booked it out of there as soon as i could, once i got outside the sun had come out.

"merda!!" I cursed loudly, lighting another fumo.

I noticed a very attractive àncora looking at me from under a albero, he was Mikey's brother.
I noticed Mikey coming over to his brother with a goofy expression on his face, innamorato i would call it, I have seen it many times. I got on the motocicletta Nathanial had given me and headed to my new "home".