Wake Up & See The Sky

Vic groaned quietly as he leaned his head on his fist, his other hand doodling on the margins of what he supposed was now homework. He could hear pencils scratching against paper and soft murmurs from the other student who were forced to take the class same as he was and he couldn’t help but feel a headache come on. His brown eyes flicked up to the clock in the front of the room, and when he saw that they only had a few minutes left, he wasted no time in throwing his stuff in his bag and pulling his hoodie back on. He had just zipped it up when the bell went off. Grabbing his bag he threw it over his shoulder and ran out of he room, pushing past all of the others trying to leave. Immediately he spotted his brother, which was actually pretty easy considering just how freakishly tall he was.
“Mike! Hold up!” He called, smirking when kids started to move out of his way when they realized who was trying to get past. When he finally reached the younger Fuentes their other two friends, Tony and his mate Jaime, had reached them as well. “Hey.” He greeted, pulling his phone out.
“Hey to you too. Did you hear about the new kid?” Mike asked as they started to walk towards the cafeteria. Vic shook his head absentmindedly as he unlocked his phone, his fangs poking his gums gently in hunger. “Of course you didn’t you don’t care either way. Anyway, apparently his dad is that big shot in the vampire/human government. His last name’s Bostwick or something I think. Dad was talking about him last night.”
At that the other three stared at him incredulously Tony’s arm tightening around Jaime’s shoulders as his eyes narrowed. “That bastard has a kid? Whoever he mated with must have been pretty fucked up to do that.” Vic said frowning, shoving his phone back into his pocket. They didn’t say anything further on the subject as they walked to their usual table, shooing away any unsuspecting freshman and dropping their bags on the floor. Plopping down on their seat they started talking about stupid shit like they usually do, joking around and pushing each other lightly-because Tony got uber protective over Jaime when he got hurt.
Mike was about to start up on another rant about just how gloriously awesome Harry Potter was when the room suddenly went quite. Now, they were always in the loop, being the most powerful and well respected vampires in the whole state of California, and when something happened that they didn’t know about, they just had to turn and look.
Spinning in their seat, their eyes immediately zeroed in on the tiny kid at the doorway, clutching his bag as if it were a life line. Vic let his eyes wander over his body and inwardly nodded his head in approval, the kid obviously had money, or just a good enough sense of style to know what to buy that would actually look good on him. He wasn’t really anything special, dark shaggy hair, eyes that looked a little too big for his face, a thin nose, and his wasn’t very big. But then it hit him: this was Bostwick’s kid.
“Mike-that’s him right?” He asked, nudging his brother who also seemed to be practically eye raping the boy. “Mike!” He snapped, waving his hand in front of his brother’s face.
“What? Oh-yeah, that’s him. Dad showed me a picture, thinking that because he’s in my grade that I would have to be the one to show him around. Too bad that job only falls with the seniors.” He said with a smirk, his lip ring glinting in the florescent light. Glancing over at Vic, his smirk grew even wider when he saw the frustration on his face. “Cheer up hermano, maybe you’ll take a liking to him.”
Not wanting to give his brother the satisfaction of a reply, Vic heaved himself up, not sparing the kid another glance, and stalked over to where the blood packs were sitting, organized by blood type and freshness. He quickly swiped a bag of O positive, his favorite, and sank his fangs into it. As the blood spilled into his mouth he gave an almost inaudible moan at the taste. He hardly ever got to feed when at home, hating the prospect of taking a bite out of those fleshy things called humans. Just at the thought of it cause his nose to scrunch up in disgust. It wasn’t as if he hated humans per se, he just didn’t hold them in the highest regard. Vampires clearly came first, and then the humans tried to push their way into the world, taking claim on anything they could get their dirty hands on.
“Hey, Vic…?” A voice suddenly said, snapping him out of his thoughts. His eyes immediately flicked to the person speaking, but he relaxed when he noticed it was just Jaime. He was only half paid attention as he indulged into his lunch even further, making sure he got every drop out. “He’s staring at you.”
Just those few words made Vic stop, and with his mouth still attached to the empty bag his eyes slowly moved up towards the door where he saw the boy now sitting by himself. He was still holding his bag tightly in his hands as it sat in his lap, but this time his eyes were indeed on the Mexican. Vic released the blood bag, tossing it into the nearby trash can before standing up, brushing his long hair out of his eyes. “I think we need to have a talk with the new kid. He doesn’t seem to know his place.” He said with a smirk fixed on his face. “But later. He’s a fertile, I can smell it from here. Talking to him now wouldn’t give off the right signals.” He said, reaching down to grab his bag. “I’m leaving, you can guys can stay if you want.”
As he walked away from the table, leaving his brother and his best friends sitting there confused, he swung his bag over his shoulders, shoving his hands in the pocket of his skinny jeans. He could feel a smirk playing at his lips as he walked past the crowded tables. He was about to hurry out the door, wanting to to leave as quickly as possible without looking like anything other than calm, when he felt a tug. And not like those ones you get from little kids when they want something, but a hard tug, right smack dab in the middle of his heart. His steps faltered ever so slightly in surprise before he composed himself, his eyes already searching the room. He could still feel it, actually it was more like it never left. It was like a string being pulled from the center of his chest in his heart towards the kid siting by himself.
The boy was staring at him, but that wasn’t what caught is attention. What caught his attention was how he was gently rubbing his chest in exact same spot Vic had felt the tug. He scowled, immediately coming to the conclusion that the boy was the reason behind the tug. He didn’t want it to look like he as targeting the kid, because walking up to and demanding to know what he did wouldn’t have left the best impression, but he did shoot him a warning look, adjusting his bag on his shoulders. Hurting fertiles, male or female, was strictly forbidden, and could at times be punishable by death no matter what family you were from.
Vic shook his head slightly and continued out of the cafeteria. He was confused to put it bluntly, he had never felt that way before. As he made his way out of the school his let his eyes wander, lost in thought. He was alone, so no one could see him drop the emotional barriers that he put up in front of others. He was still caught up on that tug he felt, and he couldn’t help but feel that there was a reason behind it. He could faintly remember a comment that his grandma had made some time before she passed, it was right on the edges of his thoughts, but he couldn’t grasp it.
”Oh well. Must not be very important.” He said out loud, finding himself on the school’s front steps. He dug around in pocket and pulled out his keys, making his way towards his car. Maybe he would just skip today Yeah, that sounded good to him.