Black Angel (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 17: What A Reclusive Race

I felt numb. I can't even begin to think about class. I think my teacher called on me, but I couldn't even try to force myself to focus. Too many thoughts swirling around in my head. Like each individual thought is picked up and revolving around this huge eye in the center of the issue. The eye of my emotional hurricane: Gabriel. A part of me feels that I handled everything very diplomatically. I mean, it could have been completely different, right? I could have gotten pissed and stormed out. Or punched him. Which is so not part of my character. I've never hit anyone before in my life, but at that moment, I was willing to make an exception for Gabriel.

Or I could have gone Krusnik.

Horror clenches at my gut. That could have happened. I could have gotten so mad that... well, screw socking Gabriel in the face; especially because he really needed it, I could have seriously gone after and killed him. No matter how mad I am at both Gabriel and myself, I would never be able to get over even slightly hurting Gabriel in my Krusnik form. It's bad enough that if I even so much as cut him with my nails, or he me, it will actually hurt more than if another Krusnik cut me or another Vampire him. And seeing as I've already done that, I most certainly do not wish for a repeat.

I interlace my fingers and prop my elbows on my desk, staring blankly at the carpet in front of me. That entire argument could have gone so far out of control. I could have gone Krusnik if riled far enough. I was even keeping a check on my power, had I released any. With both Six and Five Hundred skulking around here, if I did, I'm dead.

My chest tightens and I can feel the physical stress building in my shoulders. All of this stress is probably not good for me. It's probably why I'm so short. It stunted my growth.

I take a brief moment to smile lightly at that. Anything to distract myself from all of my worries and fears. But it doesn't work for long. Another horrifying, if not even more horrifying thought crosses my mind: what if I went Krusnik and attacked Gabriel, killed him and then kept going, killing other Vampiric classmates?

In my mind's eyes, I see a news headline, "One of the few Krusnik children lost control at school today over a dispute with a former friend and went on rampage" or "Krusnik boy looses control, kills innocent Vampire children" or even "Krusnik boy kills untold number of classmates, manhunt in pursuit".

A cold finger of fear runs down my spine. I shift in my seat uncomfortably, overwhelmed by my own thoughts. My eyes dart around the room as if my classmates could hear my thoughts and are preparing to run for their lives. All of them, human and vampire, screaming because of the big bad Krusnik boy. Even though I can't hurt humans, I would still be feared like I can.

Frankenstein's Monster.

Gabriel said that to me. Humans are afraid of being destroyed by their creations. An itch crawls over my shoulders on my back, making me shift. I'm noy sure if I'm uncomfortable with my line of thought or if it is the itch.

That's right. My race wouldn't have been created if not for the ingenuity of humans to fight vampires, whom were created through evolution. Compared to both races, Krusnik are unnatural. Freaks of nature. Not something Mother Earth had intended on creating.

"Luca?"

I blink slowly, trying to stop myself from imagining a horrible plague wiping out my race. Or a tsunami. Or a tornado. Or genocide. It's not working out so well.

"Luca Kade?"

Admittedly, it's very unlikely you would be able to get all the Krusnik together in one place for a tsunami or a tornado to take out--if we are capable of being killed by such means. But the first and last are... possibilities.