RHTMAV) Chapter 5 Part 1 (Patreon)

Homeroom had yet to start, but the stares of those around me did not drop at all. For some reason, I had become the center of attention. I am not sure if it is because I was no longer hiding my face or what, but all I can say is that I am really tired. No matter how much I tried not to think about it yesterday, my mind was completely stuck on the scent from the meat fridge. Even now, I could feel my saliva filling my mouth. So, I ended up not getting any sleep.

It might sound strange, but I do think I might have an idea of why this may be, especially since I Googled my current appearance and came up with only two options. I couldn’t sleep, so I had nothing better to do but self-diagnose myself. One was albinism, which I know I do not have since fangs did not fit the bill, not to mention my hair is not white but silver. And the other was a vampire.

Being a vampire would explain a lot. For one, the sun. Being in the sun did not turn me to dust as the stories say but it does make me feel very weak. The second thing is that I have crazy reaction speed, borderline possession with how I move on instinct. This also includes my crazy strength I suddenly have. My eyes and fangs were the third thing. And finally the sweet scent of the meat fridge that had bloody meat inside.

If, for some reason, after being reborn, I am truly a vampire, it makes me wonder even more just who my mother truly was. She had the same appearance as me. But from what I know, Vampires do not age. Nor do they die easily. If they get wounded, they will heal quickly. This I checked myself last night as well.

I am not one to self-mutilate, but to test it out, I did cut myself with my razor, only for the cut to instantly heal. Strangely, though, the blood that flowed from my cut did not smell at all. It also had no taste. I was trying to confirm my doubts about blood, but I do not think a vampire can actually feed off their own blood.

At any rate, all signs were pointing towards me being a vampire. Crazy as it may be, I am not actually all that surprised but more relieved to know what is going on with me. But it still does not explain why no one else has noticed my strangeness.

One thing I do question is, though, will I need to drink blood, and how will I deal with that? It's not like I can go up to just anyone and drink their blood. I could probably knock out the green tea bitch and drink her blood. However, I have a feeling it might end up tasting like shit.

As I was lost in thought, the homeroom teacher walked in with a familiar figure walking behind her. Brown hair braided into pigtails. Thick black-rimmed glasses. It was the same girl from yesterday. It’s kind of strange. This girl never entered my class in my past life.

I watched her out of curiosity. She was like a small cat looking around at everyone in the room. When our eyes met, though, I saw a smile bloom on her face. “Everyone this is Sophia… Sophia?”

The homeroom teacher, who was wearing her normal tracksuit since she seemed to hate dressing up for school, was just as confused as everyone else when the girl named Sophia suddenly ran over to me and gave me a big hug.

“Um… Just so you know I am not like that…” I figured I would make things clear from the start.

“Pfft! Hahaha!” Sophia was not the one who responded, but Mr. Idiot, who had also been staring at me all morning. Billy Harris seemed to find my words very funny just now. Why? I will never know nor do I care.

“Umm Sophia?” I asked, gently pushing the girl back.

“So-sorry! I just saw you and couldn’t resist. Thank you so much for yesterday.” Sophia grabbed my hand and smiled at me. “If not for you, I do not know what would have happened.”

“It’s fine. I was just doing what others would have done. Those three idiots got what they deserved.” I replied with a soft smile. I could tell Sophia was truly grateful and was not speaking out of courtesy.

“You really are like how I imagined! My name is Sophia Blackwood. I hope we can be friends.” Sophia looked a little anxious as she asked to be my friend. To be honest, it was strange. Being able to make a friend in high school was something that never occurred to me. I figured it would need to wait until at least college.

But Since Sophia seemed sincere, I saw no reason to reject her. “Sure. Let’s be friends.”

“Miss Blackwood. Can you please introduc…” I watched as Sophia suddenly turned her head and glared at the homeroom teacher. Seeing the cold look that made one think she was about to murder someone made me rub my chin. This girl seemed to be much more than she appeared. I guess as the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover, is on point when it comes to this new friend of mine.

“You… just take a seat ove… Miss Blackwood? That seat is already…” It seemed my homeroom teacher was not having a good day. I watched as Sophia turned to the girl sitting next to me and put her foot on her chair.

“Move, before I make you move. I wish to sit next to my friend.” Yep, I really should not judge a book by its cover. The seemingly harmless-looking girl was currently kicking the chair of the seat next to me, scaring the crap out of the girl currently sitting in it. She was rushing to collect her things in a panic.

“I will move! I will move! Just let me get my things!” The poor girl was slightly chubby and had all her things all over her desk. It was not easy trying to gather everything when the chair was being kicked non-stop.

I felt kind of bad since it seemed to have somethign to do with me. Also, this girl never actually did anything to me in my past life. “Sophia, was it? Can you let her finish gathering her stuff. There is no need to rush her.”

Sophia suddenly turned around and looked at me while nodding her head like a docile lamb. This girl was indeed interesting. “If Elle says so! I can call you Elle right? Since we are friends?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I nodded with a smile before turning my gaze to the homeroom teacher, who was currently ignoring the situation. Blackwood was a name I had heard before, but I really can not think of where I heard it though. I do not think they are part of the business world. At least, I don’t think so anyway.