The Queen And The Freak

*Blair's Point of View*

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"Hey, girl! Watch it!" I yelled at the dumb human who just bumped into me.

And guess what? Unfortunately, she fell on the floor with all her coffee splashed in her dress-what a weak creature. But I don't know if it was hot, though. But I couldn't care less.

"What the hell!" She cursed as she got up on her own.

Why would I help her? She's the one who bumped into me. I'm the victim here.

Then, I kept my phone in my jacket pocket, and I just raised an eyebrow at her without saying anything.

I'm about to turn around when she speaks again... or should I say yell or shout? She's losing her temper, and I think that I'm in tiny trouble here. Should I exit now? I better should.

"Lady, are you not going to say sorry?" She angrily asked, and okay, she's mad, and I kinda liked it.

Her face is turning so red, and I'm laughing inside. No, I will just laugh at it later. She kinda looks cute with her cheeks blushing. No, no, not cute. Just a bit.

"Sorry, but it's not my fault that you fell on the floor with your coffee all over your dress," I countered and rolled my eyes. I'm sorry, babe, but I'm not sorry.

I turned around to leave this bookstore/library/coffee shop. Well, I don't know what place this is. And, what am I doing here, actually? Oh, I remember now. Marge told me to buy a vegan recipe book. I'll just tell her that I didn't find it here since someone is about to spit fire at me.

Before I turned around, I saw the girl's beyond-angry-face. Oh, well, I think this is going to be fun. And, as I expected, she grabbed me by my right shoulder with her sticky hands that are coffee-flavored.

'Sh*t!' I cursed in my mind while trying to keep my cool. She is just a young little weak human, Blair. Relax.

And, I finally faced her and gave her a what-the-f*ck-is-wrong-with-you-? look. Then, she blurted out.

"Don't you know that a passageway is for the people who are passing to it and not for the people who stand on it? Bystanders are not allowed in this place. See that signage? You better just leave if you have nothing else to do or purchase anything here." She sneered, and I just stood there unmoved while blinking my eyes. Who-what did she just say to me? I'll just pretend that I didn't hear those. Humans are more complex to deal with than I thought. Lucky for me, only a few of these creatures approach me back in my hometown.

"And, for you to know, Blondie, I was just standing here, and you were the one who was walking and making some motions, and then, you bumped on me. So, it was not my fault." I retorted while emphasizing that I am still in the same spot where I was standing earlier. I need to defend myself. It would not have happened if she was just not so clumsy. It really wasn't my fault. Where was she looking at earlier, though?

But honestly, I feel a little sorry. She looked like sh*t right now with coffee stains on her dress-poor tiny human. Still, I will not accept that it was my fault.

Well, she is trying to make herself calm. And then, she speaks again after three long seconds of silence.

"Do you know who you are messing with?" She asked in a calm tone of voice and stared at me in the eyes with her electric blue ones.

Why the heck would I care to know who she is? The only human I know around here is Marge, so far.

"And... Do you know who I am, who is messing with you?" I responded with the same tone of voice she used and stared at her eyes with my green ones.

And that's the start of the staring contest. I looked deep into her eyes and deep down to her soul, and... Boom! She looked away while rolling her eyes. Hah, I won!

"You don't know what you are dealing with," she let out in disbelief and crossed her arms on her chest. Well, I don't know you, so, back off, would you? Also, you are the one who doesn't have any idea who and what you are dealing with, darling.

"Oh, is it indispensable to know who I'm messing with? And for your information, I mess up with everybody who gets in my way. Every. Body. So, just move along. Now, you are the one who is blocking my way." I uttered, and with that, there she got angry again. Why is this girl so short-tempered? Is she in her period? Oops, no, I should not think anything about blood. Damn it!

"Ms. Winsley, is something wrong going on in here?" A woman asked her, and she was about mid-forty, and handed her a small towel.

Then, she turned her gaze to me and looked at me sharply. Silly old human, I'm not afraid of you.

Hmph, that ain't gonna work on the sticky coffee on her dress and arms.

"Thanks, Mandy. And please, put this girl in front of me in her right place." The blondie ordered as she pointed at me, and it made me raise my left eyebrow. Woah, am I kind of a thing that is misplaced? These people are hilarious.

She took the towel and was about to walk away when the woman named Mandy turned to me and said, "Lady, you better not mess with the owner of this establishment, or I have to call the police."

I silently chuckled at her statement. Well, there's nothing more stupid than them. Call the police? What did I do that is so hideous to be considered a crime? Murdered someone? Well, no, I haven't killed anyone yet in this country.

"Hey, ma'am, for you to know, it was your owner who bumped into me. So, back off, or you will know the real me, and I bet you won't like it even a bit." I explained and warned her, and she turned to her owner. Yeah, that girl with blonde hair and nice electric blue eyes owned her. This older woman is a worker here, I guess.

The fussy girl turned to me again, and before she could speak, I stepped closer to her till our faces were four inches away. I'm so tired of this already, and I want to go home so I can eat and sleep for the rest of the day. It's still so early on a Saturday morning in the summer. People here are so damn hot-headed. I should have stayed in my room.

I stared deep into her blue eyes to warn her that I am not afraid of whoever she is.

"So, you are the owner of this place, eh? And what do you expect me to do? To bow on to you like you're a queen and do everything you say? Not gonna happen, Miss, even in your wildest dreams." I let out, and there it goes. I lost my temper. I'm just so pissed already. Why am I even wasting my time here?

She seemed stunned upon hearing my words, and I can see through her eyes that she was about to explode in anger, too. Okay, let's see what you got.

"We are not yet done here. We will meet again, and I'm going to make sure that you will kneel in front of me." She growled while trying to calm her voice so she would not sound mad.

Then, I grinned as her statement registered to my mind. That sounds interesting. She wants to see me again! Why for? Hmmm.

"Alright then, I can't wait to see you again. By the way, it was so nice meeting you." I replied and winked at her before I turned around and left before she could say anything.

I walked confidently through the doors while wearing a big grin on my face.

'Stupid humans.' I muttered.

"You will pay for this, Freak! I'll remember your face, and I will make sure that you won't get away with this! You..." I heard her yell, but I did not pay attention to her at all. I just went straight to where my motorbike is parked.

'So, I'm in debt with that girl? How much could that dress and her coffee cost? And, why the f*ck do I care? We'll probably not see each other again. America is so damn wide, let alone Cali.' I thought as I wore my helmet and then revved my baby.

'She looks gorgeous, though'. I thought of her again while smirking as I am driving on the highway, but I quickly shook it off. Why am I even thinking of a girl who is looking so nice? No, I am not crushing on her. I was just thinking that she is cute. Nah, erase that. She's a total pain in the ass.

*Blair's Point of View*

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"Shut the hell up, you f**king clock!" I shouted as I reached for the noisy thing on the nightstand, and the alarm clock turned into pieces as I threw it to the wall.

Monday, and I really hate this day. But no matter how much I hate it, it still comes. It's like a lifetime curse that you cannot run away from. Like, who the hell likes Monday? Well, I do like it if there are no classes.

"What was it, Blair?" Marge yelled as she hurried to my room and came in. Then, I just buried my face in my pillow.

"Okay, you just broke your clock. That was just new. First time using it, and it's now dead. Nice. I should have glued it there." She remarked, and I'm sure that her hands are on her waist even if I'm not looking at her.

"Yeah, that thing is so noisy," I replied sleepily and hid under the sheets, so she won't see me using her deadly laser eyes.

"Get off from your bed now, young lady, or I have to pull you out of it myself." She told me with her stern mommy voice. Argh, here she goes again. I thought if I agreed to live here with her in her home, she would let me do the things I wanted.

"Can I just not go to school, Marge? I still want to sleep, and you know how much I need to sleep. I need it like how I needed oxygen to breathe." I asked her and reasoned out something lame, and I just knew that she wouldn't listen to me.

I peeked, then I opened my left eye, and I saw her raising an eyebrow while glaring at me with her eyes that never blink. Oh, please, give this human some sunglasses!

"Please?" Alright, I need to beg her with my ultimate best puppy dog face. What I remember is that this one works well before. I don't know about it now. That was three years ago.

"No! Get up now and take a shower, you stinky being. Food is ready downstairs." She replied and turned to leave my room. Ugh! It's not effective on her now.

"And... don't even think of sleeping in the bathtub!" She added and finally went out of my room.

"Argh, fine!" I groaned and involuntary got up from my lovely bed to do the morning rituals.

That woman is Margarette Kendall, and she is not my mother. I think she's my mom's best friend or just somebody who has taken good care of me since I was born. Well, I don't know who my mother is. I never saw her face, and I don't know what she is. Marge told me that she died upon giving birth to me. And, my father? Well, I don't know either who he is, and what he is, or if he is still alive. I have been bullied when I was young because of my family. They said that I was a killer. A mother killer. Sh*t, was it my fault that she did not know how to give birth, and she died? I think not. What do I know during that time?

I don't even know why I am different from the one who raised me. She is a human, and I am not a normal person. I am very far from being one. But Marge accepted me and took good care of me like her own. I am a vampire, and I don't know why. Mostly everyone that knows me back in Transylvania looks at me like I am a monster, but I know my truth.

Yes, it's true. I did kill people a lot. But they are just the crazy and ruthless vampires and werewolves who want to kill humans to suck their blood and ease their thirst and hunger. I am not known as a hero. Because they also accuse me of killing my kind because they ridiculously thought that those monsters are my foes in killing humans for my needs. Well, the hell with their minds! I have never ever killed a human being for blood, not even sucking directly from their skin and flesh. Marge has provided me blood bags and from hospitals since I was still so young, and I haven't had to drink blood every day since the time that Marge gave me a special and magical necklace. She said that it was from my mom, and she told her to give it to me when I turn eight. It's just so amazing because it could hide my vampire form.

Well, I'm a human now, and that's because of this necklace always hanging on my neck. It has a small crystal-like rock on its pendant, and I guess it has a magic spell to make me human whenever I wish to be one. Marge said that it is a wishing crystal.

I am paler when I'm a vampire, and I have red eyes and straight nice brown hair. And, I have green eyes and still brown hair when I'm human. I stand about 5'8" in height and have an average body. But I don't know if I look good or not in this form because it's not my thing to look at myself in the mirror. After all, I cannot see my reflection whenever I am a vampire. And, I don't care about my looks, human or not.

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I walked down the stairs with my backpack in my right hand. And then, I sat down on my chair while staring at my food intently in dismay.

"Marge, do I really need to eat this thing?" I asked her as she sipped from her coffee mug.

"Yes, Honey, it is what they call bacon and eggs." She answered, and then she stood up to wash her mug and plate at the sink as she has finished her breakfast.

"Why do people here eat this kind of sh*t?" I asked her in disbelief, and I crossed my arms on my chest with my eyebrows meeting each other in turmoil.

"Watch your language, Blair." She remarked, and I gasped. Damn, I forgot again. Yeah, we got a deal that if we're already here in Cali, I shouldn't curse or anything. But I can't help it. It's difficult to adjust.

"Sorry," I apologized and poked the bacon with a fork.

"Why do they eat that? It's because it is what they are used to eating. Are you really not kidding that you haven't changed your diet, Blair? Oh, well, this is totally Mr. and Mrs. Leroy's fault. Well, mine in the first place. Finish off your breakfast, and we are going to leave before we get late for school." She uttered and murmured as she looked at her wristwatch.

Well, both of us need to go to school because I'm in my senior year now.

I moved here from Transylvania two weeks ago, and Marge is a science teacher at the school I was enrolled in. Well, she's the one who registered me in that one hell of a place.

She left me at Transylvania, or should I say I made her leave me there when I was fourteen as she searches for a new life here. I stayed with the old Leroys on a farm, and it was great. Those humans treated me nicely even if they knew that I was a vampire and committed a few crimes there. Fine, a lot. And now that I just turned seventeen, Marge decided to get me there, and I have to live with her here. We just got into a very intense fight when she found out that I did cruel things back there when she was not around for three years. She was so mad at me, and I just went to explain to her the reasons why I did those things that I did. Thankfully, she understood and let it pass. It is also because she wants me to experience a new life- human life. And, I just hope that I will enjoy this and will survive this.

"Um, Marge, can I just eat an apple instead? Two maybe?" I asked her, and she turned to look at me.

I just don't like this kind of food. Call me vegetarian, but I would never eat their food. I prefer cereals and vegetables and others that aren't meat. The meat just tastes just like cardboard to me, since as a vampire, I only need the blood and not the meat of anything.

"Okay, I understand you, Blair. You should have bought me that vegan recipe book." Marge answered while looking at me sympathetically. She doesn't quite know that I am still on this kind of diet since we never shared a meal when I got here. I mostly sleep the whole day, and she always goes to the academy where she works to prepare for the incoming classes.

And, oh yeah, I remember now. I wasn't able to buy that recipe book because of that blonde gorgeous b*tch who owned that place. Now, I wonder if where does she reside. Hmm.

"Yey, thanks! Maybe next time, Marge. I will surely buy you one." I rejoiced, and I happily headed to the fridge.

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After devouring two apples, Marge already took her keys from her purse, and she said, "Let's go, Blair. Get your---" and I cut her off.

"Marge, I can drive myself to school," I told her, and her face pouted.

"But-" She began again, and I cut her off again.

"I got my bike. And... I already promised that I'm not going to hit the speed limit again. Okay? I don't want to be chased again by traffic men, who can never really catch me." I explained as I picked up my bag, and I was ready to leave.

"Okay, just text me if there's any problem, or go to the faculty office." She replied and headed to the door.

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"Your schedule paper is in your notebook. And, you got your books in your locker." She added, and I smiled widely. Alright, I am just so lucky. I got a mom, a sister, a best friend, a nanny, and a teacher all at the same time in the house. All in one, right? Well, I couldn't be more thankful that I have this wonderful woman in my life.

Then, I grab my keys from my jeans' left pocket as I head to the door.

Marge is still in the garage, so I waited until she got out.

"Good luck on your first day of school, Blair! Don't do something bad, okay?" She yelled, and then she finally drove away to school.

Well, I got one word to describe school. Boring.

I finally closed the garage and put on my helmet, then followed Marge's car to head to the academy that is about five minutes drive from here.

*Blair's Point of View*

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"PRYCE WINSLEY ACADEMY." I read the name of the school that Marge enrolled me in. This one seems like a good place. Better than my previous school.

'Act like a human and be a human.' I thought to myself as I got off my bike and pulled the helmet off of my head. It's only what I need to think of all the time. No one would probably know that I am a vampire, not unless I'll announce. And if there would be one that would know, there is only one person I can blame- Marge.

"Well, this will surely be another one hella year of boredom," I mumbled as I walked through the hallways with a sea of noisy human students. Some of them are staring at me, and others are letting out murmurs with their group of friends. Well, I'm used to people staring at me, but the people in Transylvania are afraid of me, so they are just going to stare at me. They don't dare to talk to me or get near me. And, these students here are staring at me like I am a piece of chocolate on their plate.

I just walked straight to where my locker could be to put my helmet in and grab the books that Marge placed there during enrollment.

I got English as my first subject. F**k, this is going to be as tedious as hell.

I looked at my watch, and I only had ten minutes to find my room. In my schedule paper, it is written there 'Room C-04'. And where the hell on earth is this f***ing room?

Then, I walked past a classroom, and it was named A-01. I went to the 2nd floor and looked at the classroom called B-09. Damn, how many classrooms are in this f***ing building? F*ck, I really should stop cursing even in my head.

And I walked straight into the corridor, and as usual, almost all of the students' eyes were on me. Sh*t, I know I'm new here, so don't fricking stare. Don't they know that it's rude?

Finally, I made my way to the 3rd floor of this building, and there it is... a classroom that is named C-01.

"Hey, Miss! Are you new at this academy?" A guy behind me asked, and I didn't bother to turn to him, but I answered, "Yeah."

Then, I just continued on my way to the 4th room from where I was.

"What's your first class?" He nosily asked me as he tried to walk faster to catch up.

"English," I answered shortly and looked at my schedule paper.

"Oh, so you will be in my class. I'm Mr. Bernard Colton, by the way." He replied as he stopped in front of the classroom that I'm looking for. So... he's the English teacher? Hmm, he's about forty years old, and he is somewhat bald.

"Okay, that's cool. Nice to meet you. My name's Blair," I spoke as I was about to enter the room.

"Next time, I should be the last one to arrive in the classroom, Ms. Blair. But don't worry, you're just new here, so I will let this pass." He uttered as he opened the door and let me in first. Is it being rude or being nice of him? I guess it's the latter.

Then, the bell rings exactly as I am standing in front of my classmates.

My eyes searched for a vacant seat, but before I could find it, Mr. Colton said, "Well, there will be no more seat for you, Ms. Blair, but if--" and, he was cut off by an eerily familiar voice of a girl at the back.

"She can sit here, Mr. Colton." The blonde-haired girl spoke without lifting her head to look at the teacher or me.

"Well, Ms. Blair, you can sit beside Ms. Winsley." The teacher told me as he gestured his hands to the back part of the room.

"Okay." I nodded and walked my way to the back of the classroom as the students stared at me like I am some kind of walking food. Some have an afraid look on their faces, while some are worried and others are smiling. Why do they look like that?

I just passed by them and stood a few feet from the said seat of mine at the back. Then, I cleared my throat to say something nice to my seatmate-to-be. But when the blonde-haired girl lifted her head, and her electric blue eyes met my green ones once again, I kinda panicked.

Of all people and all places in the whole wide world, why is that, that blue-eyed blondie is my seatmate? Just why??? F**k my human life!

And, I can see that she is more shocked than I am, but I just continued to walk, and as I was in front of her, she spoke.

"What are you doing in my school?" She asked in disbelief but trying to sound calm and professional.

"Your school? Mmm... Sounds fun." I let out as I looked at her and smiled sweetly.

As I finally sat beside her, the teacher introduced himself since this is the first day of school.

I'm very lucky. I just knew that I wouldn't get bored in school for the rest of the school year.

And, I was grinning like an idiot as I thought of my situation again when the teacher said,

"I want you all to introduce yourselves so that we will know each other. Some of you might have been classmates last school year, but we have new students. We will, of course, start at the back." He started and looked in our direction, where we are in the center of the room, but we are at the very back part. But still, we can hear what the teacher says because the students are not making any noise. This is very different from my previous school.

The girl beside stood up and introduced herself, "My name is Pryce Winsley. And, for those who do not know me yet, better know your places, or you will know where you should be. There is a handbook that states everything you need to know as a student here in my academy." It was all the girl said, and she looked at me sharply.

Oh, so she's the owner of this school, too? Obviously, she got the name. Damn, she might be so damn rich. What did I do to her again? F*ck me, I think I'm in big trouble here. Maybe she has forgotten what happened at her bookstore about a week ago, but I think it's not possible. I don't know if I am lucky or the other way around. Damn, she did threaten me about something if ever we will meet again. Jeez.

"You're next, Ms. Blair," the teacher said as my seatmate took her seat, and I stood up.

"Alright... Uh... First of all... My name's Blair- Blair Kendall. Just call me Blair because I don't want to sound like the Science teacher." It was all I said.

What else can I say? I can't say that I'm a vampire, and I drink blood. They would probably go crazy, or they would think that I'm crazy. Probably, the latter. So, I sat down and turned to the girl beside me.

She's not looking at me and just handed me a small piece of paper.

'What a small world we have, Freak. Remember me?' I read the paper she gave, and a smile crept on my face. Oh, so you want to have a conversation on paper? Then, I'll give it to you.

'Well yeah! So, you did miss me. Huh?' I have written my reply on the back of it. And I gave it to her, while I was smiling widely, then, suddenly, the bald teacher called my name.

"Ms. Blair, is there something funny that you could tell the whole class?" The teacher asked, and all heads turned to me. Oh, sh*t!

"Um... No. Nothing, Sir." I answered, and as I looked down at my table, I saw another paper from my glorious seatmate.

'Never in your freaking dreams!' was her message.

I picked up the paper, and I smiled at myself. And I decided not to respond to her.

All I have to do is ignore this beautiful creature beside me for me to be away from any trouble. Damn it. She owned this place. She may be the queen here, but I'll stand my ground. As long as I abide by the rules and policies, I should not worry about anything.

Then, throughout the period, I just listened to my classmates introducing themselves.