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Getting Use to Powers

First: my powers had to remain a secret from people that would make it to where I was no longer me but my powers.

Second: I was unable to change anything unless willing to deal with the consciences.

This would work for now, but I may need to come up with more. These rules were based off the fact of my powers without looking into the future to see what would happen. Some girls at the front of the bus started to shift around and let out a strange and delouses smell fill the bus. I thought for a minute about what the smell could be and the only thing that I could thank of the whole time was blood.

A boy in the back stood up and shouted, "Who forgot to change their pads I can smell it all the way back here?"

The top girl of the girls at the front of the bus stood up and shouted, "It was Susan!"

I rose a little bit of the road which made the bus rock and spill some girls' purses. Gina, the girl that shouted, had her purse fall and she was so embarrassed when all the boys started to call her coco sal which is Haitian Creole for dirty pussy. I could feel the joy from the boys from teasing her about the smell, and the sadness from Gina for being made fun of. It was what she gets for trying to get the blame the over powering smell of blood on someone else. The smell was making me hungry for it. Being part vampire was not fun. The smell was making it hard to breath, and hard to keep control. It felt like I had a very dry throat and a glass of water right in front of me, but I couldn't drink it due to the fact that it was not mine and I was trying to be nice. It was hard to be nice and secretive right now. I felt so hungry for blood right now that I thought about stopping time so I could feed from someone without them knowing, but if I feed from someone without getting used to having to hold back I would be no better than any other vampire. I felt something hit my legs so I looked under my seat and saw a nap sack. I picked it up and looked inside for a name. I found all my stuff in the bag and a box that held my room in it. It was so cool to see thousands of things shrank to a microscopic size to fit in a nap sack and still had room for more stuff. I noticed this strange looking device that reminded me of my computer in my room, but it looked like a cell phone. There was a pocket on the outside of the bag. I looked in it to see a wand with an orb on top of it. I noticed the bus that was in my bag when we got to the museum. I closed the nap sack as everyone started to stand up. When we got off of the bus we were put in are groups. My group had the girls from the front of the bus. Gina, Lily, and Leona were the girls' names. They were very evil girls. When I got next to them I got a strange vibe. The vibe reminds me of the way I felt when my dad hung himself. I looked at them with all of my fields of vision. I noticed that they were descends of Samael, an evil angel of death. I looked at what they could do as I was seeing what they were. They were just half so they didn't have much of the powers. They only had the power of helping a soul out of a body, which was not much of a good power for someone that was retaliated to an evil angel of death. I could not help but smile when I was through looking. They had no clue that I was looking at them, because I was looking at them with the eyes I have in the back of my head. I liked having my powers, but I was still learning all I could do. We went to see the cloths that were worn in the Prehistoric Era.

"These cloths are so not wreath our time!" Leona said with a flick of her hand.

"Let us go look at the kid zone!" Lily said with a kiddy smile.

Lily was a little kid, but it made it fun to make fun of her. Gina gave off a smell of blood, but it was not a period blood smell it was a smell of dying body blood. It still made me want blood. We got to the kid zone when they started a contest to see who could name dinosaurs. Gina signed all of us up to see how stupid we all were. I was able to name all of them without a problem. I was given a bag of candy, and a gift card for the gift shop. Gina decided to go to the gift shop and look at all the stuff that was in it. A wave of pleasure and terror swept over us as a robber came into the gift shop and pointed a gun at everyone. Susan started to run for the door to get some help, so the robber shot her in the head. Blood went everywhere as Susan hit the ground. I let out a high pitched whistle which called for the dogs that security uses. When a security officer came following a dog he saw the robber. The officer shot the robber in the head which made it to where everyone had blood on them. The school had to call Susan's family and tell them what happened. Gina helped the soul, so it would not be stuck in a useless body. We had to tell the cops what happened, and it was nice to get back on the bus. The teachers decided that we were just going to go home for the rest of the day. It was noon so we stopped to get lunch before we left town. I got me a rare stack so I could have some blood. Everyone looked at me like a psycho for eating something with blood after I just got the blood from Susan and the robber off of me. I did not bother to explain it to them. I just ate my food without looking at any of them. I was looking at the people or things that have powers that match part of my list of powers. I thought about going and meeting them, but I had to wait for a little bit. I wanted to get through High School before I left. This was my last year, so I didn't have long to wait. I just needed to make it through this year. They dropped everyone off at their houses. I was the last one to be dropped off. My mother was home alone and yelled at me to get to my room when I walked through the front door. I looked inside her and saw that a man was coming over, and she did not want me to be in the way of them acting like breeding rabbits. I stopped looking inside her when I got to my room. She could not see the way my door had changed. I could see it no matter what I saw it as. I could look at it like a human and still see it, but no other human could. I walked into the room and went to the playground. I loved to swing. I played around without caring if anyone heard me. My room blocked any sound I happen to make that was not what a normal human was used to hearing, so no one would know what was going on. My mother was not used to me making any noise, so all sound was blocked from her and whoever she had over. I could hear everything they did, but they didn't hear me. It was kind of fun knowing I could have had a party in my room, and no one would be the wiser. I remembered my hunger for blood when I looked at the kitchen. I let go of the swing and flouted to the fridge. I looked in it, without opening it, and noticed same raw meat with very little blood. I pictured the Blood Bank in my head, and suddenly I was turned on to orbs as I was transported to the Blood Bank. I turned invisible as soon as I got there. It did not have a lot of people at this time, but I still wanted to be careful. I copied a bag of blood, and orbed back home. I made a lot more copies of the blood and put them in the fridge. I kept one out and drank all of it gone. I ate the bag so there was no chance someone would find out about me. I didn't want anyone to know about what I was right now. I did not go to bed again, but was able to go to school with no problems. I took some of my food on to the bus today. I shared with everyone like I normally did. I looked at everything in a human way so I could remember all of it for when I was no longer in the town. The drive was shorter today than it normally was, but no one cared. I walked to my class and sat at my desk. The class was very slow to get in to the class room. I was the very first one to get into class. The class did nothing but write letters to the families that lost family members yesterday. Susan was the only student that got killed, but the killer was killed. Our school thought it was a good idea to give remorse to both families. We made cards all day in every class. The school felt like it was taking forever to end because of the cards we made. I made the best cards for both families. I had a photo of the lost family member on the front, and I wrote about all the good things about the lost family member. I had the biggest cards out of everyone, and mine were handmade.