CHAPTER 6

After I dug her grave, I carried the dead doctor's body and dumped it in like it didn't matter. I had killed a hundred people in the past and had buried their bodies, this meant nothing to me. I could do this over and over again without getting tired or feeling remorse; of course, I had no feelings left in me. I picked up the shovel and began covering up the grave.

When I was done, I headed to school and was planning to behave like nothing had happened. If Solomon found out, I would be in big trouble. I had to keep out today's morning event as long away from him as possible. I arrived in the hallway and noticed people walking up and down. It was time for our next class, history.

I strolled towards the class, my hands in my pockets. I wore neither a hoodie nor a jacket which made my hands feel awkward in my jeans pockets. I made my way into the class and sat down at my usual spot. I leaned back on my chair and folded my arms on my chest. Hope Wallace and Kate McCullough came in and took their normal sitting positions. 

As Hope took a seat beside me, her sunflower fragrance invaded the air in front of me and was sucked into my lungs. Her fragrance burnt in my throat roughly. To be honest, she did smell nice but it was making me feel uncomfortable presently. 

The teacher came in slowly and kept her handbag on the desk. I looked at her bandaged wrist and memories of yesterday flew back into my mind. I had almost emptied her blood vessels yesterday. She was lucky Solomon was there to stop me or she would have been buried in the woods with the unlucky doctor. I smirked as I thought of this.

"Is something funny, Mr Hawthorne?" she asked. I sat up erect and looked up at her.

"No, Mrs. Jerome,” I answered.

"I hope so,” she said and got back to reading from her textbook. She was explaining a riot that had happened in 1913. The workers were underpaid by the government and they retaliated by showing their anger to them. But the government didn't still increase their pay. I took it upon myself and slaughtered the whole council of leaders with their families, and I enjoyed every second of it.

I was brought back to the classroom as Hope swung her hair. Her sunflower scent flushed into my lungs again. If she continued this way, I would get mad at her, and not even I know what I might do to her. Kate and she were talking about a movie, which was of no interest to me but I paid attention anyway.

The bell rang after a long while and I was glad that it did. I stood up and walked out of the room without looking at anyone in particular. My next class was biology, meaning I would spend the next hour with Hope sitting a foot apart from me. My body shuddered in disgust as I thought of this.

I got into the lab and sat on the stool. Solomon came in and sat in front of me. He didn't even look at me. And then he turned and looked at me with narrowed eyes. I knew he was still mad at me and he was trying to read my mind to find out if I had don't anything bad today. Luckily for me, I had locked away such memories.

"Be nice to her Desmond, we need to know what she is,” Solomon pleaded.

I sighed and nodded in agreement. Hope walked into the class slowly and looked up at me as she approached our table. She tore away her eyes when our eyes met and I noticed her blush. She looked down as she walked up and took a seat beside me. Her sunflower fragrance filled the air around us. Of course, it still burnt in my throat.

She got her textbook out of her bag and placed it awkwardly on the table. Her heart pounded fast and I could hear her blood flushing quickly through her veins. Our skins touched as she shifted on her stool uncomfortably and she withdrew her hand immediately when she found out mine was dead cold. She was afraid and I smiled in satisfaction.

"Sorry,” she apologized softly.

"Do not worry about it,” I accepted.

"Oh, so you speak,” she said, turning to look at me in surprise. I didn't answer her. She sat back and bit her lower lip. She knew she had said something bad. We were quiet for some moments and then she spoke.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that,” she apologized again.

"Why do you keep on apologizing for every single thing?" I requested in somewhat disgust.

"Well sometimes because it's the right thing to do,” she pointed out.

"No, it just makes you look feeble,” I explained.

"That's what people like you think,” she hit back.

I was surprised by her sentence. I chuckled softly careful enough to not let Mr Brown hear my voice.

"What do you think of me?" I asked.

"You're a bad person, I think,” she replied feebly.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you don't talk to anybody apart from your brother, who by the way seems so nice compared to you,” she said straightforwardly.

I chuckled again. I didn't know what to say. She had hooked me badly.

"Well, okay,” I said.

"I didn't mean it that way", she added quickly and apologetically.

"Then?"

She opened her mouth to speak then closed it again. It seemed like I had hooked her too.

"I don't know what to say,” she finally spoke.

"Then don't,” I said and kept my shut. 

That ended our conversation till the bell rang. I stood up and placed my hands into my hoodie's pockets. I stepped out of our table and walked out of the class not waiting for Solomon.

I took a sit at my usual table in the cafeteria. Solomon walked slowly to our table and took a seat. The good thing about this table was that nobody dared to join us at our table. Maybe they felt unworthy to sit with two unexplainable beautiful teenagers. I chuckled in my mind as I thought of this. 

Solomon looked at me and chuckled out loud; I guessed he had read my mind. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and insecure any time I was around him because he made me feel naked going through my thoughts. This was also a reason I left Winekove in the 1800s. 

"How did you feed?" he asked.

The question took me by surprise. The thought of the dead doctor's body buried somewhere in the forest came back into my mind and quickly disposed of it before he read my mind.

"I have my ways,” I answered.

"I hope it was decently?" he asked again, crosschecking if I kept the deal we made with Celestial pack.

"Do you not trust me brother?" I hit back.

He simply folded his hands across his chest ignoring the question and sighed. I pushed my eyes toward Hope's table and saw her eating and talking with Katie McCullough.Then, the unexpected happened.

Melissa Whitmore walked into the cafeteria and glanced around. I had completely forgotten about her since that day we had sex. She spotted me and headed towards us. I forgot to compel her to forget about me.

Damn! I exclaimed in my mind.

She approached us and took a seat beside Solomon. She looked up at me with a huge smile. I felt like throwing up. As I attempted to compel her, an idea came into my mind. Since I couldn't kill anybody, I could just make her my feeding bag. Anytime I get hungry I would just feed on her. I was a genius. I gave her a fake smile.

Solomon narrowed his eyes at me as he found out my plan. 

"What the hell are you doing, brother?" he spat.

"I'm rearranging the deal,” I said comfortably. "As far as I'm not killing her, I haven't broken the deal, Solomon".

Melissa just stared back and forth at us as we spoke. She must have heard everything we had said and I had to fix that.

"Forget about the conversation we just had,” I commanded.

She nodded in agreement. I leaned back on my chair satisfied that it had worked.

"Would you love to come over tonight?"I asked with a smirk.

"Sure,” she accepted, nodding her head too.

"7pm?"

"Yes.”

The bell rang and she stood up to go to her next class. Solomon just sat back watching me. We were having gym class next and I thought of joining the basketball team. I hope Solomon would comply too.

"Sure, why not? Let us give it a try. I'm bored,” he agreed.

We stood up and went to gym class. The locker room was filled with half-naked boys dressing up for training. They turned and stared at us as we walked in. It wasn't awkward anymore because we were used to it. 

A man in his late thirties; blonde with blue eyes came in dressed in a black shirt, red shorts that stopped above his knees, and a baseball cap. A whistle hung on his neck and he held a register. I guessed him to be the team's coach.

"Alright old ladies, go into the court and begin your drills,” he ordered.

The boys hurried out of the room obeying his orders while I and Solomon stayed back. The man scribbled something on the register he held and then looked up at us.

"And who the hell are you guys?" he asked rudely.

"We want to join the basketball team,” Solomon offered.

"No, we are enough, better luck next year,” he said and turned to go.

I zoomed in and held him back. I made him face us and held him by the neck of his shirt. If he didn't want us to join the basketball team then we will force him to.

"Desmond forget about this,” Solomon said.

"No,” I said turning to face him. I turned back to the coach and compelled him. "You will let me and my brother join the team because we are the best players you have ever seen.”

I let go of him and he blinked twice. He looked at us with a confused face at first.

"Desmond and Solomon right? Why are you guys still in your clothes? Change up and join the boys,” he ordered.

"Yes coach,” I said chuckling.

He nodded and left the room. I turned to Solomon and laughed out loud. Solomon just stood looking at me with his hands folded. I rolled my eyes at how serious he was.

"Why cannot you have fun a times brother?"

"Humans are not puppets, you can't control them to do your every bidding,” he warned. 

"I am the immortal one, I am the one with the abilities meaning I can do anything I want Solomon", I pointed out. "And do not act like I wanted these abilities in the first place.”

He was silent; of course, he had to be. He knew what his mother and he did. And with that, we changed up and went for training.