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The kiss... Thats all I was able to think about the rest of tonight. The way his heated lips felt against my chilled ones. But why were the temperature change? Why are my and him polar opposites joined together. Its like a Romeo and Juliet story waiting to happen. I can't think of anything that would explain that. There has to be something that I'm missing. Like a piece of a puzzle. A key element to whats going on.

I roll over and I see Frank laying in bed staring at the ceiling intensely. He looks like he's concentrating on something. Swimming in his own thought that he seems almost beautiful doing so. He looks like there is always a blacklist forming around him. The way that he glows with some sort of dark fury. The way that he seems to feed off of every weakness of every person around him. I look at every inch of skin exposed and I notice something that I haven't seen before. There are black marking circling around his wrist almost like a bracelet. But not quite.

I look over at his face and he glowering at me and fixing his sleeve where it covers his wrists.
"Get to sleep, Gerard." He says to me trying not to wake the others in here. He rolls over and so do I. He's right. I should get to sleep. Instead of letting my mind wander to the kiss I focus my thoughts on what tomorrows lesson is going to be.

I don't get a single bit of sleep that night.

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"Okayyy!" My professor says to the class to get their attention. My head bolts upright and I look around dazed. I must have dozed off for a moment. I take out my notebook and pencil and get ready to take notes. Todays lessons in about demons. I look over at Frank make a remark about this lesson but he gives me a small shake of the head as if to tell me to shut up. I bet I look a little hurt because Frank gives me an apologetic smile and reaches over and squeezed my hand. Both of us look a little shocked by the touch but we are learning to get used to it.

"Today, as you can tell we are learning about demons. Demons are unique creatures, actually. They don't fit in with the living or the dead. In fact, they are nearly total opposites to the undead. Like Yin and Yang. They are both opposites but they circle around each other and keep each other in balance. Demons may be considered dead but they are actually a part of the living. They feed off the life of the living and eventually when they eat the livings soul they become.. the undead," I look up shocked and slightly mortified. My brain couldn't wrap the thoughts and words together and I just end up sitting here copying down noted like a damned machine.

Its page after page of information about these creatures. Explaining the reasons that they are neither living nor dead. But a little but of both. But total opposites of them. My head is spinning. This all seems too familiar. The polar opposites of the dead but so much alike at the same time. And that if a member of the undead comes face-to-face with a demon it either causes mass destruction of a bloodline rival, or a match made by the devil himself. Information keeps flooding in and I sit there listening intently and slowly make connections.

By the time the lesson is over my hand is cramping but I stalk over to my professor and stand their waiting till everyone else in class leaves.

Once everyone is out I open my notes and take a deep breath, "Sir, about the lesson. It interests me greatly and I need to know more... The stuff about being total opposites... well... does that also mean temperature wise. Like hot and cold flesh?" I ask and bite my lip softly, but hard enough for one of my fangs to puncture my lip I slowly lick away the blood and the professor chuckles.

"Gerard, you are a vampire your self. Considered to be a part of the undead. Because the undead are well... dead. They don't have heat coming off of their body. They don't even need to breath. They are cold, solid creatures. Demons on the other hand are hot creatures. Coming from the depths of hell. Their blood is always boiling, and very hot to the touch." The professor smiles at me and I franticly copy down what he says in my notes.

"What happens if a demon and a vampire touch?" I ask. Pencil ready. And notes open in front of me.

"The demon feels ice, while the vampire feels heat," He says glancing at me full of curiosity. But I know that he knows what I'm asking about. Has too. What professor doesn't know his own students talent? It feels like my stomach as dropped. But I have one more question to ask.

"What about markings on the body?" I ask and gulp.

"Markings on a demons body could mean that it is, in fact, a bond. A bond with blood that ties a demon to its master. They the demon must do anything that the master asks. No matter what the cost," The professor smiles at me as he makes his way out the door. There are still so many unanswered question. But I know that if I ask them it would bring me more harm than good.

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I keep running, in and out of obstacles and taking down prey with extreme speed and agility. The scent of blood gets stronger as I search for the injured woman. I can smell her. I can smell her fear. I know where she is. I close my eyes and take in a picture of my surroundings as I open my self up to my super human abilities. I open my eyes, fangs enlarged and I run forward. I swing around a tree and see her there, cowering and crying. I feel sympathy for her. But I know I must show no weakness. I kneel down, pin her arms and legs to the ground, and but her neck.

The scene around me fuzzes up and then evaporates. I stand up, ignoring the applauds of my instructors and walk out of the training facility. They make the training seem so real. The trees smelt and felt real, it seemed like I was running for miles. But in reality I was in a white box of a room, about the size of a gymnasium, with instructors adding effects and obstacles and ways for e to turn. Making it seem like in in the middle of the forest. Isolated other that the subject (me) and my prey. But there is only me and instructors watching from a glass window up high.

When I'm outside I race to the cabin, grab my notebook, and run into the real forest, to where me and Frank first kissed, and re-read them all. Soaking up all the information that I could possibly need. Or the very little information that could be useless.

"Hey," I head someone say from behind me. I jump and spin around. Its Frank. He's leaning against a tree watching me.

"Why didn't you tell me," I hiss. I know its not my place to be so worked up about this because we haven't known each other for very long. Even though, I'm falling in love with him and i feels like my heart is shattering for some reason.

"Tell you what?" Frank looks slightly shocked and I let my tears fall.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were a demon?"

(A/N: dun dun DUN! sorry for the late update :( My computer crashed while I was in the middle of writing it and it took me a while to fix it and re-write it! Please R&R and I'll ee you guys next week! Love you!!!!)