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"Ms. Alvarez, you have been caught drinking in the library, writing profanities on the school walls, and having sexual encounters with Jessie Alexandrov; who, as you are quite aware, is a member of one of the highest families in the Elite!" Mrs. Ivanoc sighed. "I would give you suspension, but I know that you'll just think of it as a vacation. You are hereby on probation for 2 months, during which time if you break any of the rules you will be expelled." She went back to scribbling on a file, signaling my dismissal. She was right, I would've been excited for suspension, but probation was hard. I'm a partier, it goes against my natural wild nature to abide by the rules. I rose from the stiff chair, stretched leisurely, and strolled out the door into the hall where a nervous 16 year old girl was pacing outside.
"Why'd it take so long? Did she suspend you again? You know I can't stand going to School without you." She glared at me when I started to laugh at her worry, "It's just probation. Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior." I thrust out my chest and stood as straight as I could with my arms stiffly by my sides. Her face broke out in a smile and we both dissolved into giggles and walked down the hallway towards our dorm room. She sighed and said softly, "I just couldn't stand not being with you again. You remember how that went last time..." My mood dropped and I reached out to take Cat's hand, recalling the week I had been suspended.

When dhampyr (upyr-human children) are born, they're assigned to a single upyr as their protector and they spend the rest of their lives gaurding their upyr in wars and assasination attempts from other upyr. The Elite like to keep their dhampyr close partly because they need our blood to survive and partly because they know we're the only ones who can kill them. Humans minds are far too easy to manipulate by the upyr, and even if they could find and see them, humans would never be able to take one down even if they had fifty crosses and a gallon of holy water. Dhampyr have better senses than humans, but nowhere near the power of upyr. Except for our sense of smell, by some weird genetic mutation we have as good-and sometimes better- scent tracker than most upyr. We also aren't damned, so we aren't affected by holy objects which can come in handy in a tight situation.
So when I was born, I was assigned to Catalina. We spent our childhood together, always playing with each other and snubbing our mother's requests to play with other kids. When we were six, I dared Cat to lean out the window while we were driving to the park. After some protesting and a couple chicken noises from me, she had half her torso out of the car. I remember us laughing at the wind blowing her long, blonde hair like crazy, I was so happy. And then a car in front of us swerved and the next thing I know I'm in the hospital hearing the doctors tell us Cat will bleed out unless we find a female dhampyr her own age to let her feed from. The risks for the dhampyr would be great, being that Catalina would need to drink until the feeder was on the edge of death. Even at age six I recognized that it was me who was to blame for her condition, with my stupid dare. I ran up to the doctor and volunteered myself, not relenting until she swore she would let me save Cat. The rest is a little hazy, but I distinctly remember how helpless my best-friend looked, and that day I vowed I would never let her be this hurt again. It didn't hurt when she drank from me, it made be feel...alive, even when my life force was gradually being depleted and just when I thought that I was going to fall into a bright,shining light, she stopped. But not before a little part of my soul had touched the blinding light.

Ever since then, Cat has been different than any other student at the School. You see, upyr all have highly superior senses and movements; they're faster, stronger, and smarter than any human or dhampyr. Cat had all of those things, but intensified. The slightest smell made her dizzy, dripping water could make her scream from pain, her skin was so raw the air around her felt like acid. There were benefits, being the strongest upyr student, so fast it seemed as though she teleported. When I'm with her, it goes away and she's a normal student. But I have to be in close proximity, or else the pain starts to return and she can't leave our room. You may wonder how I know she's telling the truth. The thing is, we know what the other is feeling, just by looking at each other we're aware of their mood, desires, needs. What Cat doesn't know, though, is that if her emotions are strong enough then I feel what she's feeling, like I'm really there. We've never told anyone about it, fearing that we'll become science projects for doctors all over the upyr world. Never able to live a regular life...

"Mercy? Mercedes,you there?" I forced a smile and tried to focus on what she had been saying. "Anyways, I was thinking you could ask Jason to the winter formal. I mean, he's definitely in to you and he's pretty cute." She winked and nudged me in the shoulder. "Besides, it'd be nice if you were in a real relationship for once." I raised an eyebrow, "And what is that supposed to mean?" Cat rolled her eyes, "Maybe the fact that almost all the guys talk about how they've, "Ridden the Benz"?" Original, I thought. Shrugging the insinuation off I tried to move the focus off of me by asking, "Well what about Peter? You guys look at each other like a married couple." Looking down, she murmured a , he's not my type, but I could feel her excitement at the idea of him liking her. I dropped the subject though and we walked on in silence. Mentioning she had to go pick up some books, Cat headed off in another direction while I decided to take a little detour to the roof. It was amazing up there, my own little getaway.

Jason's face intruded my thoughts and I pondered the idea of dating him. Despite my indifferent nature, the jokes about my roving romantic life hurt. Female dhampyrs were rare, and I was one of the only ones at the School. Upyr tended to have slim, petite bodies while I was taller than some of the guys and had pretty busty curves which I usually flaunted. Generally being cut off from the sun caused a porcelain skin tone amongst upyr which made my dark tan stand out all the more. I won't deny that I was pretty loose with my kisses, but I always drew the line. Most girls would kill to date Jason Ishakov, with his golden, sun-streaked hair and chiseled body, and he was sweet and funny. But he just wasn't the right guy for me, and it didn't help I had a huge crush on our combat teacher, Sergei....

"Hey! Watch it!" I literally ran right into one of the most popular guys at school, Marcus Belikov, score one for Mercedes. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, but a strong hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me back. "What the hell do you want?" The guy turned me around and I gave him my best glare, which usually made guys run away right then and believe me, a few of the ones in that group certainly looked uncomfortable. "You know what I want, Benz." His greasy face was inches from mine, the smell of cologne was suffocating. "Wow, creative. Never heard that one before." I smiled mockingly and an especially angry guy made a move to hit me, but Marc grabbed his hand before it made contact, snarling at him aggressively. "She's mine." He turned towards me again and before I could make a snarky retort he grinned menacingly and pressed his lips against mine. It took me by surprise and before I could react his hand was snaking up my shirt. When he pulled back, I smiled seductively and said, "So how do you like the Benz motor?" right before I twisted the hand on my waist with such force I could hear the bones crack. Marcus and his entourage's jaws dropped, and while I still had the element of surprise I brought my fist back and swung, hard, packing as much force as I could manage and aiming for his right eye. I missed by a little and instead hit his cheekbone, which was fine with me. I figured I could take out three of them, but that still left two more, so I would have to run back down the stairs. Spinning, I landed a roundhouse kick in one of the guys ribs, Stephen I think his name was. While he doubled over I focused on the one next to him, feigning a hit to the right and then using my height to hit him with a dropkick to the collarbone. Someone hit me in the side and I spun around to face my attacker, swing my fist at the same time which connected with abdomen. Stephen had apparently recovered enough to grab my arms from behind, I smashed my shoe down on his foot and then elbowing him in the groin only to be restrained by one of the guys that had stood off to the side. Another one grabbed me, and no matter how much I struggled, they were strong 16 year old boys with more muscle than me in their pinky finger. Marcus grabbed my shirt and pulled, causing most of it to tear off. "Not so cocky now, are we Benz?" Summoning up as much saliva as I could, I spit viciously into his face. "You bitch!" His eyes were black with hate and I couldn't help but fear as his hand went up to slap me. "That's enough, Mr. Belikov." The deep, calm voice of an older man filled the room. Most of the group scampered off separate ways, but Sergei had a hold of Marcus's arm, forcing him to stay where he was. "I'll be speaking to you later, Mr. Belikov." Marcus practically ran down the stairs, humiliation coloring his face. The sight of Sergei towering over Marcus made my heart flutter and my breathing quicker, and when I recovered I said smoothly, "That'll teach that chauvinist bastard. Thanks, by the way. I'm Mercedes." I looked up at him demurely and made it quite obvious that my shirt was exposing much more than it should have. Without looking at me he took off his jacket and shoved it at me, "This stairway is off limits to students, Ms. Alvarez." Without even a glance in my direction, he stalked off in the direction he'd come. Way to go, Mercy. Beat up the most well-known kids in this place and piss off the love of your life.

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"Ms. Alvarez, you have been caught drinking in the library, writing profanities on the school walls, and having sexual encounters with Jessie Alexandrov; who, as you are quite aware, is a member of one of the highest families in the Elite!" Mrs. Ivanoc sighed. "I would give you suspension, but I know that you'll just think of it as a vacation. You are hereby on probation for 2 months, during which time if you break any of the rules you will be expelled." She went back to scribbling on a file, signaling my dismissal. She was right, I would've been excited for suspension, but probation was hard. I'm a partier, it goes against my natural wild nature to abide by the rules. I rose from the stiff chair, stretched leisurely, and strolled out the door into the hall where a nervous 16 year old girl was pacing outside.
"Why'd it take so long? Did she suspend you again? You know I can't stand going to School without you." She glared at me when I started to laugh at her worry, "It's just probation. Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior." I thrust out my chest and stood as straight as I could with my arms stiffly by my sides. Her face broke out in a smile and we both dissolved into giggles and walked down the hallway towards our dorm room. She sighed and said softly, "I just couldn't stand not being with you again. You remember how that went last time..." My mood dropped and I reached out to take Cat's hand, recalling the week I had been suspended.

When dhampyr (upyr-human children) are born, they're assigned to a single upyr as their protector and they spend the rest of their lives gaurding their upyr in wars and assasination attempts from other upyr. The Elite like to keep their dhampyr close partly because they need our blood to survive and partly because they know we're the only ones who can kill them. Humans minds are far too easy to manipulate by the upyr, and even if they could find and see them, humans would never be able to take one down even if they had fifty crosses and a gallon of holy water. Dhampyr have better senses than humans, but nowhere near the power of upyr. Except for our sense of smell, by some weird genetic mutation we have as good-and sometimes better- scent tracker than most upyr. We also aren't damned, so we aren't affected by holy objects which can come in handy in a tight situation.
So when I was born, I was assigned to Catalina. We spent our childhood together, always playing with each other and snubbing our mother's requests to play with other kids. When we were six, I dared Cat to lean out the window while we were driving to the park. After some protesting and a couple chicken noises from me, she had half her torso out of the car. I remember us laughing at the wind blowing her long, blonde hair like crazy, I was so happy. And then a car in front of us swerved and the next thing I know I'm in the hospital hearing the doctors tell us Cat will bleed out unless we find a female dhampyr her own age to let her feed from. The risks for the dhampyr would be great, being that Catalina would need to drink until the feeder was on the edge of death. Even at age six I recognized that it was me who was to blame for her condition, with my stupid dare. I ran up to the doctor and volunteered myself, not relenting until she swore she would let me save Cat. The rest is a little hazy, but I distinctly remember how helpless my best-friend looked, and that day I vowed I would never let her be this hurt again. It didn't hurt when she drank from me, it made be feel...alive, even when my life force was gradually being depleted and just when I thought that I was going to fall into a bright,shining light, she stopped. But not before a little part of my soul had touched the blinding light.

Ever since then, Cat has been different than any other student at the School. You see, upyr all have highly superior senses and movements; they're faster, stronger, and smarter than any human or dhampyr. Cat had all of those things, but intensified. The slightest smell made her dizzy, dripping water could make her scream from pain, her skin was so raw the air around her felt like acid. There were benefits, being the strongest upyr student, so fast it seemed as though she teleported. When I'm with her, it goes away and she's a normal student. But I have to be in close proximity, or else the pain starts to return and she can't leave our room. You may wonder how I know she's telling the truth. The thing is, we know what the other is feeling, just by looking at each other we're aware of their mood, desires, needs. What Cat doesn't know, though, is that if her emotions are strong enough then I feel what she's feeling, like I'm really there. We've never told anyone about it, fearing that we'll become science projects for doctors all over the upyr world. Never able to live a regular life...

"Mercy? Mercedes,you there?" I forced a smile and tried to focus on what she had been saying. "Anyways, I was thinking you could ask Jason to the winter formal. I mean, he's definitely in to you and he's pretty cute." She winked and nudged me in the shoulder. "Besides, it'd be nice if you were in a real relationship for once." I raised an eyebrow, "And what is that supposed to mean?" Cat rolled her eyes, "Maybe the fact that almost all the guys talk about how they've, "Ridden the Benz"?" Original, I thought. Shrugging the insinuation off I tried to move the focus off of me by asking, "Well what about Peter? You guys look at each other like a married couple." Looking down, she murmured a , he's not my type, but I could feel her excitement at the idea of him liking her. I dropped the subject though and we walked on in silence. Mentioning she had to go pick up some books, Cat headed off in another direction while I decided to take a little detour to the roof. It was amazing up there, my own little getaway.

Jason's face intruded my thoughts and I pondered the idea of dating him. Despite my indifferent nature, the jokes about my roving romantic life hurt. Female dhampyrs were rare, and I was one of the only ones at the School. Upyr tended to have slim, petite bodies while I was taller than some of the guys and had pretty busty curves which I usually flaunted. Generally being cut off from the sun caused a porcelain skin tone amongst upyr which made my dark tan stand out all the more. I won't deny that I was pretty loose with my kisses, but I always drew the line. Most girls would kill to date Jason Ishakov, with his golden, sun-streaked hair and chiseled body, and he was sweet and funny. But he just wasn't the right guy for me, and it didn't help I had a huge crush on our combat teacher, Sergei....

"Hey! Watch it!" I literally ran right into one of the most popular guys at school, Marcus Belikov, score one for Mercedes. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, but a strong hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me back. "What the hell do you want?" The guy turned me around and I gave him my best glare, which usually made guys run away right then and believe me, a few of the ones in that group certainly looked uncomfortable. "You know what I want, Benz." His greasy face was inches from mine, the smell of cologne was suffocating. "Wow, creative. Never heard that one before." I smiled mockingly and an especially angry guy made a move to hit me, but Marc grabbed his hand before it made contact, snarling at him aggressively. "She's mine." He turned towards me again and before I could make a snarky retort he grinned menacingly and pressed his lips against mine. It took me by surprise and before I could react his hand was snaking up my shirt. When he pulled back, I smiled seductively and said, "So how do you like the Benz motor?" right before I twisted the hand on my waist with such force I could hear the bones crack. Marcus and his entourage's jaws dropped, and while I still had the element of surprise I brought my fist back and swung, hard, packing as much force as I could manage and aiming for his right eye. I missed by a little and instead hit his cheekbone, which was fine with me. I figured I could take out three of them, but that still left two more, so I would have to run back down the stairs. Spinning, I landed a roundhouse kick in one of the guys ribs, Stephen I think his name was. While he doubled over I focused on the one next to him, feigning a hit to the right and then using my height to hit him with a dropkick to the collarbone. Someone hit me in the side and I spun around to face my attacker, swing my fist at the same time which connected with abdomen. Stephen had apparently recovered enough to grab my arms from behind, I smashed my shoe down on his foot and then elbowing him in the groin only to be restrained by one of the guys that had stood off to the side. Another one grabbed me, and no matter how much I struggled, they were strong 16 year old boys with more muscle than me in their pinky finger. Marcus grabbed my shirt and pulled, causing most of it to tear off. "Not so cocky now, are we Benz?" Summoning up as much saliva as I could, I spit viciously into his face. "You bitch!" His eyes were black with hate and I couldn't help but fear as his hand went up to slap me. "That's enough, Mr. Belikov." The deep, calm voice of an older man filled the room. Most of the group scampered off separate ways, but Sergei had a hold of Marcus's arm, forcing him to stay where he was. "I'll be speaking to you later, Mr. Belikov." Marcus practically ran down the stairs, humiliation coloring his face. The sight of Sergei towering over Marcus made my heart flutter and my breathing quicker, and when I recovered I said smoothly, "That'll teach that chauvinist bastard. Thanks, by the way. I'm Mercedes." I looked up at him demurely and made it quite obvious that my shirt was exposing much more than it should have. Without looking at me he took off his jacket and shoved it at me, "This stairway is off limits to students, Ms. Alvarez." Without even a glance in my direction, he stalked off in the direction he'd come. Way to go, Mercy. Beat up the most well-known kids in this place and piss off the love of your life.