Dies Irae

“Hm.. I really should control that..” I wiped my mouth, looking at the blank corpses at my feet. “Well, that’ll teach you for next time.”
Quickly I stepped over the several bodies, taking one last glance at their swollen necks.
“I wonder who they’ll blame,” I laughed, feeling the point of my right fang.
Someone came up to the scene of the crime, a feared shriek was all I needed until I closed my eyes. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me.
Which in my case is true.
See, if I close my eyes and I can’t see the person/animal/thing then they can’t see me. It’s quite handy.
“Oh my god!” Was yelled over and over as I walked away, heading to a class that was supposed to teach me art.
How can I learn anything else about art after I interned for Leonardo Da Vinci?
“What’s your name?” A short brown haired woman asked when I walked into the room.
“People have been taking a liking to Freak, but it’s Mercy” I shrugged, pulling the purple skirt of my knee-length dress down to cover the awkward gap in between the purple and pink striped stockings and the black shorts I had on.
“Why are you late then, Mercy?” She asked.
“I’m new. I had trouble finding my locker. Then there was a situation I needed to deal with.” I smirked as I fixed the long fitted sleeves.
“Whatever.” It was apparent she was new too, and by the paint smudges on her face it was apparent how into art she was.
“I promise to never be this late again,” I shrugged, pulling my hair up into a ponytail with the purple ribbon I had in my hair.
“Well.. That’s appreciated,” She shrugged, flipping through some papers on her desk.
“What’s the ‘F’ on your neck stand for?” A girl next to me asked curiously, not in a mean and mocking way. In a truly curious way.
“Freak..” I swallowed, trying to figure this girl out.
“Why?” She got up and traced the burned letter.
“I was.. In a circus..” Something about her was just so.. Open?
“That’s horrible!” She looked so shocked, “The circus sounds cool, but if it means getting burned..” She shook her head disapprovingly.
“You’re fun,” I laughed, unable to decipher what made her so.. Different..
“Thank you! I try,” She looked happy at my comment. “Oh! I’m Bec” She grinned.
“I’m Mercy..” Bec really fit her, since she was kinda country.
“It’s great to meet you Mercy! Are you from Russia? It sounds like you’re from Russia,” She flew all of these things at me.
“I’m from Russia.” I nodded, unable to keep up with her.
“That’s awesome!” She exclaimed.
“I.. I guess,” I fixed the cuff of my sleeve.
“I’m just from Seattle, but my brother had us move here, at first it was just in Los Angeles. Then he moved us to San Fransisco.” She told me, even if I didn’ care.
“That sounds entertaining.” I shrugged, not really knowing about the difference to her.
“It was,” She laughed. “But I liked Los Angeles a lot more than San Fransisco, but don’t get me wrong, you’re pretty fun.” She made sure to get her point across, hoping my feelings hadn’t been hurt.
“Oh my god..” The art teacher started freaking out.
“What?” A suck up student asked.
“Close the door, shut the windows.” She repeated, over and over, locking the door.
“Why?” The same student asked instead of taking action.
“Go!” She pointed at one set of windows, running to the other.
“What’s happening?” A few other students asked.
“Stay calm, students.” She shut the blinds, draping the room in a dark confused haze.
“What happened?!” A few started panicking.
“Just stay calm,” She felt her way back up to the front of the room, adjusting to the dark.
“Five students died,” I crossed my arms, just stating it.
“How did you know?” She looked at me, eyes wide.
“I’m pretty good at hearing things, no matter how quiet.” I blinked innocently, it wasn’t a lie. I could hear things, ranging from a dog whistle to a plant growing. There were many things I could hear.
“Just stay calm, students.” She repeated.
“That’s not very calming.” I smirked, sitting on the table.
“Shut up okay?” She looked at me, uncomfortable with how easy I was taking it.
“Well, just to let you know. The killer won’t be making anymore moves for now.” I picked at my permanently silver nails, something I was able to choose to do as a vampire.
“How do you--” God she was getting irritating. Quickly I snapped, making her eyes glazed and still.
“Now go to your desk. And stop being irritating.” I rolled my eyes as the teacher mindlessly made her way back to her desk.
“Woah...” Bec looked at me, “How’d you do that?”
“Just manipulation,” I smirked. “A little mind trick.” I dumbed it down for her.
“Cool!” She exclaimed, not getting it.
“Sure it is.” I slouched back in my seat, putting my feet up on the table.
That class was horrid. Too long and too boring. Bec, although overpowering in cheeriness and having a cute human personality, she was quite irritating. Just because I sat next to her it meant that I got to listen to her life story. Her charming little stories weren’t anything I cared to hear about, I was able to tune her out without difficulty. But with the little incident that had occurred earlier that morning, we were being shipped home for safety purposes.
“What happened?” Sid, the guy who adopted me asked.
“Some kids died.” I kept it as blank as I could.
“Oh jeez, really? Mercy, what did you do?” He pulled out of the parking lot. “We had you go through those classes...”
“Nothing will stop it. Truth be told they were asking for it.” I shrugged, crossing my legs.
“You can’t just kill people left and right because they were ‘Asking for it’. I know you don’t want to go to school and that you’re not used to it, but you have to.” He rubbed his temple.
“Whatever..” I looked out the window, not entertained with this conversation.
“You need to give it a try. And you need to give not killing people a try.” He pulled into the driveway of our home.
“Sounds boring,” I fixed the buckle on my shoes, something Sid didn’t approve of since they were heels.
“You can’t kill people, Mercy.” He parked the car and looked at me.
“I can’t promise anything,” I shrugged.