AIDEN
It was time to honor my side of the bargain.
I internally grimaced, wondering again why I'd decided to do this for her in the first place.
I stood in one of the balconies protruding from the second floor of the school building, and looked out at all of the humans peering up at me from below. It was just moments before when I'd told my entire "fan club" that I wanted to have a sort of meeting with them, and the news spread instantly like wildfire. I had to come up with a good place for them to meet with me, and the only place I could think of big enough to fit all of them was the school courtyard, which thankfully was pretty big. Still, I had a pretty good vantage point from here, and I could see that even so, they all barely managed to squeeze in together, making it seem like they were really at a Muse concert or something, rather than a sort of "meeting" for me. From here, I could see just how many fan-girls I actually had, and I had to estimate at least over three hundred.
Damn, all these people for me? I really am that awesome...
The thought disappeared however after I was instantly reminded that possibly all of these people had threatened to kill Diana in the most ruthless of ways. Even if it was Diana we were talking about, that was truly more savage than anything most vampires would do, and we drink blood to live. This may or may not sound surprising, but since the existence of vampires, there has always been a set moral code, or law, which was like our ten commandments in which murder, especially murder caused by blood-draining, was one of the worst possible crimes you could commit—punishable by torture, and even death. However, since then, they've put an end to that last part in order to adjust to modern times. Now we just follow the laws set by humans in their governments, though the moral code still exists more as a sort of social etiquette than anything else.
Even so, there were some vampires who hated this archaic code. I wasn't one of them; I followed it word for word because, believe it or not, I actually believed in that whole "with great power comes great responsibility" shit.
So considering this, it was embarrassing really to realize that it was these kinds of people—humans—that adored and admired me.
By the way they were looking at me, one definitely couldn't tell that these girls could actually be capable of such thoughts. They all just stared up at me with matching innocent looks of admiration as well as curiosity, and nearly all were squealing and screaming out how much they loved me, making me fear my eardrums would burst. By the way they all stood there, eagerly anticipating my next words, it was as if I was leading some sort of cult where they were my faithful disciples or something. The thought was cringe-worthy. Just looking at their gullible, trusting faces, however, I knew getting them to do as I say wouldn't take much effort, probably even no effort at all.
"Now you're all probably wondering why I've called you here," I began then, and already I could hear the squealing and screaming getting louder, if that was even possible. I mean it was typical (and even a bit flattering at times), but still extremely fucking annoying. I didn't even last a full second before they started their usual obsessed, infatuated cries.
Well this was a new record—usually it took them at least two seconds before they started.
Finally, I said my next words, "And it's because I have something very important to tell you."
I could see the expressions in their faces quickly change to one of hope, making me wonder just what exactly they thought I was going to tell them.
"It's about Diana Louis," I then said—instantly I heard waves of disgusted sneers, and even hisses too, coming from the crowd before me. They all looked revolted, as if I'd uttered one of the worst curses imaginable. I almost thought it was amusing that they hated her even more than I did, considering she hadn't even done anything to them and I had all the more reason to loathe her.
I made a silence gesture, which was basically just raising my hand (lame, I know), and instantly the noise disappeared. Okay, I'm not gonna lie; that was pretty fucking awesome. I should definitely try that more often; it would save me from a lot of unneeded headaches...
"Now I've been hearing that people, lots of people, have been sending Diana death threats over the past few days," I continued then. By the way they all began smirking along with the satisfied looks on their faces, my assumption that it was them that did it was confirmed. My fists clenched at the fact that they actually looked happy about it, but I still somehow managed to keep the anger from showing on my face.
"And I have to say I'm disappointed," I finally said, and it was the truth.
This caused them all to gasp and look at me completely puzzled and bewildered. Murmurs started across the crowd, and with my enhanced hearing, I was able to pick up on a few of the comments.
"What? I thought he hated her!"
"I wrote those letters for him! He should be grateful!"
"Why would he be disappointed? That bitch deserves everything I said I'd do for everything she's done to him!"
I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes after hearing this. They really didn't think they'd done anything wrong. I made another silence gesture, and again, they instantly got quiet, though this time they looked pissed as they did so.
"I'm disappointed to know that you all would go as far to threaten to kill Diana just because of this little 'feud' going on between the two of us."
Unable to take it any longer, one of the fan-girls suddenly blurted, "What's with the sudden change of heart, huh? Have you already forgotten how much she's tried to humiliate you over the past week? I would think you would want her dead!"
I looked over to see a chubby looking girl with coarse, frizzy brown hair, really bad acne, and glasses that looked way too big for her face. For someone with those looks, she sure had some guts. Her outburst was met with both gasps of surprise and murmurs of agreement. I had to say, I was fairly surprised myself; that was the first time any human other than Diana had actually spoken out against me.
Composing myself, I responded coolly, "No change of heart, even if me and Diana's situation was...much more peaceful, I'd still feel the same about your actions. Because vampires consider it one of the highest insults to threaten the life of another, be it a fellow vampire or human, especially for something as trivial as your reason."
Okay, I was partially telling the truth. Most vampires feel that way.
By the angry scoffs that followed my statement, I could tell that my speech still wasn't getting to the ignorant humans.
Damn. Time to try plan B: initiate dramatic acting skills.
I sighed heavily then, and lowered my eyes, making the saddest expression I could possibly think of, hoping I didn't look dumb as I did so, though that thought quickly evaporated after I remembered I was a vampire after all—no matter what we did we always looked goddamn irresistible. I tried to imitate those puppy-dog expressions I'd heard humans, especially human girls, seemed to be unable to resist. Hell, I even put in a stupid little pout just to add to the effect.
Using the most broken voice I could stir up (though to me it just sounded like I was going through puberty), I said, "It really saddens me knowing that you all wouldn't respect my wishes."
Peering up through my lashes, I saw that the plan had worked, a little too good might I add. Thank God for Mr. Vlad and the other vam-pussies, it was to them I had to attribute the inspiration for my current "role." No longer did the fan-girls look pissed; now they all just looked heartbroken, as if they couldn't stand the sight of me in "pain." Too bad it was all completely fake. I had to resist the urge of breaking into laughter and pointing at them while calling everyone "suckas."
"And why would I want to still be around people who won't respect me?" I continued then, "If you continue to do so, I don't think I'll even want to be friends or even associate with any of you anymore. In fact, I might as well just stop talking and sitting with you all along with even letting you hang out with me from now on."
I knew saying this sounded so childish, and that there were a bunch of factors that made accomplishing my claim very near impossible, however this didn't seem to faze the fan-girls since they all just gasped in shock. Following right after were desperate cries and wails of protest—I swear I could even see one girl actually bawling her eyes out!
I tilted my head to the side then, mainly for dramatic effect, but also to draw the fan-girls even further in by giving them a more enticing view of my attractive, angular bone structure.
Suddenly, I heard a lot of the fan-girls yell out, "Please, don't! We'll do anything. ANYTHING!"
I appeared to think it over, again for dramatic effect. Heaving a great sigh as if this was the hardest thing for me to say, I finally responded, "Fine, I'll make a deal; if you all promise me you won't ever mess with Diana again and let me handle her, then maybe I'll consider changing my mind..."
I didn't even have to fully finish my sentence before all of the fan-girls enthusiastically began agreeing and desperately nodding their heads. I couldn't hide the small smirk that made it's way across my face at how easy it was to manipulate them.
"You have to swear," I said then after the idea popped in my head suddenly, "Raise your right hand and swear you won't do anything to Diana again."
Okay, I know that that was over-doing it just a bit, but what can I say? Can you blame me for wanting to take advantage of my situation just once more?
As I'd told them to, they all raised their right hands and swore not to mess with her again, and then suddenly, the atmosphere changed and it was as if everything had gone back to normal. Everyone went back to obsessing over me and treating me like a king—not once did I hear Diana's name again. It was as if this whole problem with her hadn't even occurred in the first place.
I smiled to myself as I thought of just how much Diana owed me for this.
Mission accomplished.