The Vampire's Redemption - The Vampire Redemption Series - Part 1

Treesha, who also let out a grand sneeze that made Jenny's seem like a hiccup, darted for the other basin in the bathroom. Treesha spewed her own regurgitated lunch cocktail of beans and hotdogs into the seccond basin as she gagged to get it all up.

The man, if you can call him that, had grey eyes and smoky white skin that looked pale against his long bleached hair that flowed to the middle of his back.

A gust of wind flew through the open window flapping his long white coat in the breeze.

Victor Paul, the 8,011 year-old vampire wasted no time sinking his long teeth into Little Jenny's now bluish neck. After Jenny went limp, he laid her gently on the floor.

Treesha who's head still hung over the other basin wiped her mouth.

"Jen Jen," said Treesha whose voice echoed in the white tiled bathroom. No response.

Treesha looked up and noticed Victor behind her. She let out  scream that shook the foundation of the school and that could be heard from the other side of this sleepy valley town named Aurora in the middle of Missouri. Victor grabbed her mouth from behind to muffle her scream as he sunk his fangs into her soft bluish and caramel colored neck.

As he dropped her gently to the floor, Mrs. Benoit, the High School principal bursted into the bathroom. Mrs. Benoit glimpsed Victor who wasted no time darting out the window like a stealth vapor.

"Hey," shouted Mrs. Benoit out of the bathroom window. It was no use.

Victor was gone.

The girls on the floor did not stir.

She ran over to them feeling their necks for a pulse there was no pulse. A little bit of bluish blood from Jenny's neck got onto her fingers. She flashed it off and wiped her fingers on her new Donna Karan red skirt.

She felt Treesha's neck with the same result no pulse.

Two security guards for the school rushed in.

"Listen, stay with them," she said as she got up. "I have to get help."

Mrs. Benoit jumped into action running back to the center of the cafeteria.

Three more security guards for the school ran over to her. All the kids were turning blue in rapid fashion. They looked like a sea of smurfs chucking up their lunches on the tables and floors.

"Get the boxes of emergency germ warfare masks," she shouted to them through her hands that formed a temporary human mask over her mouth and nose.

"Quickly, quickly."

They jumped into gear running so fast they almost dropped their batman looking utility belts complete with flashlights, pepper spray and chrome magnums.

Mrs. Benoit jumped on top of one of the white folding tables when Little Gadriella Murphy chucked up her lunch all over Mrs. Benoit's shoes. Mrs. Benoit looked down in disgust but quickly refocused her attention on the children.

She felt like Guiliani in 9-11. Never in her Ten years stint as Principal did an emergency of this magnitute cross her path. The school fire alarm and warning sirens started to blair. She felt dizzy and her head started to spin.

The security guards returned all donned in their surgical masks. One of them threw her a mask as they gathered around teh table where she stood.

She bent down and shouted in on of their ears.

"You triggered the alarms but they can't hear a thing. Get me a megaphone quickly. Hurry, hurry."

Dr. Colan's Medical Office flashed in her head. She had to get the children there, she thought.