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Steve Leopard, Re-Born
Steve glared out into the playground, his teachers watched in disgust.
"What happened to that boy?"
"He used to be......better."
"Ever since Darren died...."
"He's changed."
Those words were spoken a lot now. Much more than Steve Leopard would have liked. He traced the gouged cross on his palm with his fingernails, wincing at the pain from the fresh scar.
"I'll kill him....He's dead to me.... I'll kill him." Steve muttered the curses from his place beneath the great maple tree by the playground of the school. It happened everyday, Steve cursed and attacked his classmates, ending up with a trip to the offfice and dentention. He'd skip his classes, not bother with homework, and retreat to the tree at recess. The school therapist called it trauma, Steve called it anger. He couldn't tell anyone of Darren's betrayal, who would listen?
"S-s-steve?" A girl trembling all over walked to Steve.
"What." His strangled voice came out in a quick rasp.
"Miss-miss Greem wants you. Something about a skipped detent-"
"GO AWAY!!!" Steve grabbed a rock and pelted it at the girl. With a cry and a scream, she ran away as the rock connected with the back of her head.
"STEVE LEONARD!" Miss Green began her "anger walk" towards Steve. Teachers! Steve thought angrily, what could they do? Steve stood up, and walked right by the oncoming adult.
"Get over here now, Mr.Leonard."
"I don't need the stupid crap! I hate this stupid school! I HATE ALL OF YOU!" Steve picked up dirt raggedly and pelted the children on the playground equipment. A few piles of the dirt and sand mix made their mark, and the screaming children retreated. The recess monitors began to run towaards Steve, preparing to cart him to Detention. He sneered and ran too. He dashed towards the fence, bounding over it easily. His feet pounded in a rhythm, Dar-ren, Dar-ren, Vam-pire, Vam-pire. Steve howled like a rabid dog and wrenched his bike from the rack. All that was left was rage, all the time. Steve turned into a raging monster with the slightest tick, screaming and howling. How could he do this to me? Steve thought everyday and night, he betrayed me to be what i've always dreamed of being. Steve pedaled the bike through the small town, hugging the curves of the road. He sped like a raging, angry bullet across the town. He sped to, of all places, the library.
"I'll find him, and kill him." Steve needed to know vampires. How they worked and behaved, and their enemies.
Steve flung the bike to the rack, and walked into the library calmly. The few people there recognized him, the bad seed. No dad, barely a mom. Wreaking havoc across town, traumatized and haunted by his dead best friend.
"Best friend my-" He reached the fantas section, and traced to the V's. Fantasy. Steve giggled at the stupidity of humankind. He looked for the book he always lokked for, but was never in. A History of Blood: Vampires through the ages. He looked, nothing. He smacked the shelf, and it almost toppled. Then he turned, there was a goth kid checking out HIS book. The kid suddenly placed the leather book on a nearby table, to talk to an equally goth girl. Steve slipped by and snatched the book off the table. As no one looked, he made his way to the exit. As he walked by the censors, he tossed the book over them. Steve then casually walked through and caught it. Genius. Then he raced out the door. Steve turned around the corner of the building, and ran along the side of the library.He settled in behind the library, and quietly opened the book.
"W.....W..... Weaknesses." He flipped the pages like they were on fire, until he reached a page that caught his eyes.
"Vampires have few enemies, other than the sun.", Steve read. "But the worst enemy to the Vampire has to be the Vampaneze, Vampires who broke away from the clan thousands of years ago. They murder they're victims when they drink, and have purple skin and red eyes. They have made honest pacts, to never lie and stay with honor, but some mad vampaneze have been known to kill vampires." Steve grinned like a hungry wolf, as a plan formed like clockwork in his head.
