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“You’re late,” the teacher said ten minutes after the bell rang.

“I know,” a
young woman
whispered.
“You know how Jarvis is, he drives like a damn grandma!”

The teacher laughed.
“Jarvis is in town?
I thought he was in Russia
til
l
Christmas
.”

“He was, but he came home for the party Friday.
Jarvis wanted me to let you know that he’ll stop by before school lets out and play catch up with you and Miss Dawson
; he has some pictures of architecture
from
the late Muscovite period he wants to show you
.”

“I’ll enjoy that,” he assured her.
“You’ll have to share a table with Mr. Ashton.
Try to play nice,” he said with a chuckle and waved her away.

Jay Dee is a bird?

I looked up.

Who in the hell names a bird Jay D…holy shite, who would name
that
Jay Dee?

The tall, leggy blonde sighed and reluctantly
headed
down the aisle.
Her fitted jeans expertly showed her curvy figure and the boggin vintage band shirt she wore made her
breasts
look absolutely amazing.
She ran her long, slender hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face in frustration and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Usually I didn’t find blondes attractive, not at all, but
the
mortal was stunning; long white blonde hair with a slight curl to it
hanging mid-way down her back
, thick black lashes surrounding large onyx eyes, full pale pink lips, light tan skin and delicate features.

Huh.
This village might not be so bad after all.

Jay Dee’s mouth twisted into a sexy pout as she eyed me; obviously I sat in her seat.
However, without complaint
,
she slid into the chair next to
mine
and rummaged through her bag, producing a spiral journal and a pile of pencils.
Nervously she drummed her pencil on the table, her large eyes moving around the room, studying the rude looks that nearly every person was giving her.

Strange.
Someone so
bonny
usually gets adoring eyes and envious glares, not hate-filled ones
as
this bird is getting.
Is it because she’s white?
The population of the school is ninety-eight percent Native American
, I speculated.

Before I could stop myself,
I leaned
into
her.
“Do they always look
as if
someone shite in their cornflakes or is this a special occasion?” I whispered.

Jay Dee sighed and turned to look at me
,
and it startled me for some reason.
“Daily occurrence, but it’s only fueled by me sitting next to
you
.
I’m rather confident that each and every one of them bitches would like to bump uglies with you.”

I laughed.
“I beg your pardon?”

“Bang, shag, stuffed, end away….is that enough hometown slang for you?” she smirked.
“I watch a lot of PBS
,” she admitted
with a mischievous smirk.

I will admit
;
that was sexy.
An American spewing British
slang with her strange accent;
speaking of,
I had
never heard her particular accent before which was saying a lot considering
I had
been all around the world.
There was something familiar about it but I couldn’t place it
at that moment
.

“I assure you that I have no interest in any of them,” I said with a smile, minding to keep my fangs hidden.

“Good luck with that,” she scoffed.
“Eventually small town life kicks everyone’s ass and they hit the sheets in order to find something, or someone, to do.”

“Good to know.
Is that what you do?” I cringed instantly upon hearing the words out loud.
“I mean...shite, what is it that you do to pass the time?”

Her large eyes moved over my face many times
,
and her luscious lips tw
isted into a contemplative pout, and
I couldn’t help but envision what it’d feel like to press my lips against hers for a snog.

Evidently Jay Dee found something in my eyes, face
,
or expression that put her at ease and she sighed and shook her head in aspiration.
“I work at my uncle’s shop after school.
It helps to pass the time,” she said softly under her breath.

“Like a café...
a
coffee shop?” I pressed since she was obviously uninterested in the topic.

She laughed, thankfully.
“God no,” she snorted softly and it made me smile.
“Have you driven through town yet, or did you blink and miss it?”

That wa
s an u
nderstatement. B
ut no
,
I hadn’t checked out the village.
I’d been pouting the entire time at
the house
.
I had to leave nearly everything at our estate in Pari
s all because of my daft sister, so it
left me rather gutted
.

“No.
Are you offering a guided tour?” I asked
with a
smirk.

Jay Dee rolled her eyes, obviously not impressed
or interested
.
“No.
There isn’t much to see
,
but if you happen to head down Haxton, on the corner of Ruth, you’ll see his shop.
Feel free to stop by
...
I work Monday through Saturday.”
She started writing in her journal; obviously the conversation was over in her opinion.
I tr
ied to see what she was writing,
but it was just some thin lines in a geometrical pattern that was absent of words.
Her apparent indifference towards
me irritated me for some reason
,
but I wasn’t entirely sure why.

“I’m Jay Dee by the way,” she eventually said and it made me smile; she wasn’t completely ignoring me after all.

“Tanis,” I said and started to offer her my hand but stopped midway through the motion.
A human wouldn’t be hyperaware of the fact that my skin was slightly cooler than theirs, but it always caused questions about health, diet
,
and poor circulation to come up, a pathetic attempt at small talk which drove me nutter.
Vampires
weren’t
frigid like ice but
weren’t
toasty like dinner…I mean humans.
My body temperature was a nice, subtle warmth compared to my siblings; perhaps I should have offered her my hand after all.

The bell rang and I grabbed my bag and stood up.

“May I walk you to your next class
, Miss Jay Dee
?” I asked.

Bloody hell, why did I ask her that?
She has to think that I
am
a pillock pillow-biter.

Jay Dee smirked.
“Sure,” she said and stood up
,
then stepped around me and plopped down in my chair.
“Thank you, Mr. Ashton.”


I beg your pardon?”

“I have Contemporary English Lit this period.
I’ll see you around,” she playfully sang
the latter
and smiled wide.

I could have sworn that I saw a pair of fangs in her dazzling white smile.
I discretely sniffed but she didn’t smell like a vampire.
I caught the
scent
s
of the werewolves in the front row
who were
softly growling under their breaths at me, the nauseating designer-imposture perfume from the
girl
in the third row, and the faint traces of lavender rolling from this
young
woman’s
skin, but nothing more than that.
Then again, some humans
did
have more defined canines; it got many killed back in the vampire trials in the eleventh through nineteenth centuries.

Reluctantly I nodded, not wanting to leave her for some reason, and headed to the door where
I
ran into Romeo out in the hall.

“How was class?” he absently asked, watching the arse of one of the teachers
as she
walked past us.
The middle-
aged
woman
looked over her shoulder at him and winked.

I discretely closed the classroom door behind me so Romeo didn’t look inside and see Jay Dee.
“I do not remember,” I said.
There was no way in hell that I was going to tell him
about the six-foot blonde super
model that I just left in the back of the class; he’d rush in there and hump her leg before she knew what hit her.
“I
glared at the
looming clouds
through the window
.
What did you have?”
I asked.

He grinned, looking slightly evil and completely up to no good.
“Home Economics.
Twenty-eight girls plus a teacher so I walked out with twenty-nine phone numbers.”


That is simply
brilliant
,” I mumbled.

Girls
were
not worth the drama that
came
with immaturity.
My rule was nothing less than two centuries old, anything less than that
was
just a
passing through village
quick shag.
Regardless of the slightly tolerable blonde in first hour,
it
was going to be a very long decade in
the
shitehole
known as Lummi, Washington
.

 

 

Interesting.
Not what I was expecting when I pictured a vampire.
There are way too many movies and books floating around my head.
Tanis is really, really cute, and that British accent is
so
hot.
But
I know that it’s one of their natural abilities to entice their meals; looking pretty.
That I know to be factual but I never expected, I mean, wow.
Tanis is….not an option.
He’s a vampire and I’m a werewolf.
Two species that don’t blend well together, that don’t harmoniously….well, anything!
I’m surprised that he was so cordial and nice to me, even though I’m a werewolf.
I wonder if
he got the same pep talk that
Dad
gave me about playi
ng nice in the sandbox together?

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