Skyler hated to be the new kid in school. Everyone stared, people gawked, others, the braver ones, even dared to pick on him. Not that it particularly bothered him, it was simply more annoying than anything. The junior wasn't the type to let insults bother him, to let others humiliate him with their words. He was raised better than that, better than to be belittled by others, to be made fun of just so others could have their fun. It was probably a good thing, too, because since he didn't really care, he couldn't get emotionally hurt by such things. Some that were bullied would cry and moan over the fact that they were bullied (which also just made them get picked on more) but by not responding, he wasn't hurt, and those that thought to pick on him for being the new kid at school had nothing to work off of, and so it stopped. Well, until they actually heard him speak, and some thought it funny and decided to tease him about it. Too bad that road didn't work either, and so it stopped again. He liked his accent, thank you. The British boy actually missed him home back in England, where he had lived with his family, with his mother and sister.

A thin, bony hand blocked dark eyes from the bright sun as the boy stepped out from the school building, out under the sun and sky. Honestly, he hadn't a clue where he was going...he just was. Being the new kid at school, he hadn't an idea of where anything was, really. Except for the barn, he knew where it was, if only because it was the first place he had gone when he arrived, to see to Dodgers, his bay Thouroughbred that he had actually owned before coming here. One of the few lucky ones to know their horse long before attending the school. But other than the barn, he didn't know of any other places, really. Inside the building, and out. He could locate the cafeteria and his dorm, and that was about it for him. He was sure to be able to figure the school out within the next couple of days. Or maybe weeks, who knew? He just hoped that he wouldn't end up lost within the building, because that would suck. Majorly. He wasn't one to like to get lost, and within a school was even worse, even if it was a boarding school. The junior might meet a teacher, and he hadn't yet met a cool teacher, though he had heard other speak of such educators. He had yet to meet one, so he highly doubted he'd find one, so meeting a teacher when lost was a bad thing. They could be so sicky sweet with their words, and it was extremely annoying, to be honest. Who wanted a grown man or woman crooning at you like you were a little kid? Not many, I'll bet.

Looking around, Skyler sighed. He did wish that he knew where things were in the school, for it would help him a great deal. All he knew was that he was in front of the school. He could get to the stables from here, but he didn't particularly feel like at the moment. Perhaps later he'd visit Dodges and exercise the stallion a bit. If the bay wanted to, in any case, the temperamental equine. Skyler loved the horse to pieces, though, having owned it for many years, watching him grow. A fond smile crossed his lips, before he shook his head. He probably looked like an idiot, standing here as he was, by himself. With another sigh, he set off down the path, dark brown eyes looking around him, looking for anything that perhaps might pose interesting to him.

With having no clue where he was going, he somehow ended up in the parking lot. Blinking, he looked around. There were two paths that led from the parking lot, besides the road that lead to the town outside the grounds of the school, as well as a third path that went up a set of stairs, but that obviously wasn't it. And, having turned around every which way, he honestly couldn't remember which path had lead him here. Both of them seemed to go towards the school, but he couldn't say which one actually did. So it was official, he was pretty much lost. Sinking down with a groan onto one of the curb stopper things (one that was right next to the stairs) that were in half a million parking lots (seriously, what were those things called?), he looked up at the blue blue sky. He didn't know how to get back to the school, nor did he particularly want to, but he also was already pretty lost, and didn't want to follow another path (assuming it was the one that didn't lead to the school) to get even more lost.

Skyler jumped as a skateboard landed next to him with a clatter, a girl soon following after. He just stared as she yelled several curses, but did nothing to stopper the bleeding on her arm. He stopped staring and scrambled to get up, going over to the blonde girl. "Are you all right?" he inquired, british accent evident in his voice, despite the two years he'd lived in America. Besides, several people told him they liked it, so he made sure not to let it fade away too much. "Oh nevermind that, it was a stupid question to pose," he muttered, searching his pockets for something to stop the bleeding. She could bleed to death if the girl wasn't careful. Luckily for him, he had several napkins in his pocket? Why, I don't know the answer to that myself, but he did. He knew he was probably being a bit forward, but unless he was causing it, he didn't like other people bleeding. Well, unless they deserved it. And he hadn't seen any way for this girl to deserve such a thing. Glancing at her for a second, he reached for her arm, pulling out the napkins from his pocket at the same time, meaning to press them to the wound. Skyler only hoped that he'd let her. You never know with women. "I'm Skyler, by the way. May I inquire as to your name?" Yeah, he had a bit of an odd way of speaking, but that came from his British raising. Brits spoke a bit differently than Americans, which attracted odd looks from them, because they weren't used to such speech. But they could get over it.

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and this is just the prologue

It wasn't like Skyler had intentionally gotten lost. (If he did, he'd be rather screwed up) It had just...happened that way. Of course, if he hadn't spun around, attempting to get his bearings, when standing in the parking lot, then maybe he wouldn't be lost. But of course, he hadn't thought of that then (obviously not knowing he'd get confused), and so here he was, lost in a parking lot, of all things. That would be expected of him. To get lost in a parking lot. Why was the parking lot kind of far away from the school anyways? Parking lots should be at the end of the driveway, near the school. Not far away-ish like it was. It was totally lame. Not to mention the things (like trees and bushes and shit) that blocked his view so he couldn't see what path would take him back to the school. Stupid school. His boot-clad feet kicked at a few rocks that littered the parking lot. You would think that he'd be able to guess which path it was, except that he had gone to the middle before turning about, and the paths were basically in the same place, just on opposite sides. Apparently, the world was just against him today, seeing as how he was lost in such a stupid place.

With the arrival of the blonde girl, he thought that maybe the world wasn't as against him as he had previously thought. At least it was someone that could end up helping him out of the place. If she didn't laugh at him first. Which was completely possible. Having she had only just appeared and not a word, not including the shouted curses, had been spoken that hinted to her personality. For all he knew, she could be the type to just laugh at his predicament and wander off, being cruel and heartless towards the troubles he was having. But he honestly hoped that she wasn't that way, simply because he would rather at least know the way back to the school, even if he didn't go there immediately. That way, if he decided to take the other path that led him to who knows where, he could at least backtrack and know what way to go from there. Yeah, he was pretty much fucked at the moment.

In general, Skyler hadn't a problem with blood. He didn't faint or get sick at the sight of it, hell, he'd even drawn blood before, though not his own. But unless he personally shed another's blood, he generally didn't like it. Again, it wasn't the fact that it made him ill in any way, he just didn't like to see others bleed, for it generally meant one had to get hurt, and he didn't like to see others in pain. Again, unless he caused it. Yeah, he was a pretty screwed up person, but take him as he was or leave him as he was, there was little one could change about him.

When he approached, he noticed the odd look the girl gave him. Yeah, he knew the question had been stupid. Which is why he took it back, but he also assumed that the look was also from the interesting way he spoke, not to mention his clearly british accent. Sure, they were on the coast, but still, british accents were somewhat rare in the United States. And his way of speech would be quite odd, even among some of the Brits, simply because it was a more older way of talking, but that's how he had been raised in his wealthy family, attended a rich private school that was really really good. And they basically talked that way and taught them to talk that way. Another thing you couldn't change. Not without a lot of time trying to teach him differently. He couldn't help the way he was, and he liked it that way, thank you very much.

At her question, a light blush covered his pale cheeks. Honestly, he really didn't know himself why he was carrying napkins around. He just...happened to have them. Skyler attempted to think back to when the napkins had gotten in his pockets, but he couldn't remember. He was pretty damn sure, though, that they had been in his pocket before today, this particular day the first time he had worn the pants since he got here. Yes, they were clean. Someone just must have slipped them in without him realizing it. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly, he usually failed to notice such a thing. "I..er...don't really know myself, to be honest," he replied as he pressed a couple of napkins against her wound, his slender fingers holding her arm carefully.

Now that the emergency bit was over, he actually looked over at her, more so than he had. Of course, he had noticed before that she was a girl and was blonde, but in the rush to help her, he didn't really look over her, notice anything, but as he looked over at her, really and truly, he noticed that she was, all in all, rather pretty. A light blush covered his cheeks, and he ducked his head, hoping to hide it, before she said something that made him look up. Of course, being here, he went to the chat rooms, where he even typed as he spoke, and one girl in particular gave him a bit of a hard time about it, calling him an 1800s vampire. As she spoke those words, he blinked. Then pouted lightly. "I am NOT an 1800s vampire," he said, before she introduced herself. "Oh, you're Brianna?" he inquired, pronouncing her name right. Honestly, he hated the other pronunciation. Not to mention it sounded odd with a British accent, whereas her name sounded quite pretty with his accent. It was interesting to meet the girl behind the name, the girl who constantly teased him about his speech and such things. Continuing to press the napkins to her wound, occasionally looking to see if the bleeding had stopped (which it hadn't, only slowed down some), and replacing some as they were soaked with blood. "If I were a vampire, for one, I wouldn't be out here in the sun. Not without burning, or sparkling as the case may be," he gave a shudder. He honestly didn't like Twilight, despite the fact that he did love reading, loved words. "And for two, the sight or smell of blood would most likely entice me, and I would attempt to drink it or whatever, instead of trying to stop it." Looking back down at the wound, Skyler applied a bit more pressure to the wound. He was glad he had a little bit of training in such things, and knew that pressure was to be applied. The junior looked back at Brianna, waiting for her reply. He knew she would have a comeback. Even if it might not make too much sense.

i'm the narrator
and this is just the prologue

Skyler had to fumble for the napkins in his pocket, being that there were several of them, all packed against one another. Not to mention he was still rather startled at the sudden appearance of the girl. And that she was bleeding. Like I said before, the junior wasn't too fond of blood that wasn't his own, or any that he drew. In all honestly, he was still a bit in a state of shock. It wasn't every day a girl fell down next to you, bleeding. Much less a pretty one. So forgive him for being all fumbly and shit. A light blush coated his cheeks at the chuckle that fell from Brianna's lips. He didn't know why she was laughing. Presumably at his response. Which was completely true. He hardly ever lied, and would only do so if it convenienced him, and hardly to a lady. Because, well, he was raised better than that. Honestly, he was rather startled at her lack of response. From what he knew of her, though it was very little, seeing as how they had only talked in the chat box a few times, she usually had several scathing remarks up her sleeve. Oh well. Perhaps she was different in real life.

Of course, he was wrong, though he didn't realize it right then. Skyler still really didn't know her, so he also didn't know what to expect from her. At her reply, he mentally smacked himself on the head. No matter what he said, apparently, she was stuck on the idea that he was from the seventeenth century. And a vampire. A light pout crossed his lips. "I am not, thank you," he muttered, looking up at her from under his eyelashes. But he had a feeling she would continue to press that he was indeed one. When he put a little more pressure on the wound, Brianna gasped. The junior let up on the pressure by a fraction, not wanting to have too little pressure, but still enough that would help to stop the blood flow. "Hey, it's alright. Just a bit of pain," he murmured softly. Of course, he didn't know how she would react to such mutterings, but most people found it helped, even the tiniest little bit. He just wanted to reassure her, in any case.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her sarcastic reply. "No need to be snipey," he replied easily. "I simply didn't expect it. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Brianna." He was the type that generally used one's long name, despite the fact that they might have a shortened version, or a nickname. A few others within the chat room had called the girl Bri, but nicknames were reserved for those close to them, unless the person openly said others could use it. Besides, her name was very pretty, and he would rather say it in full. Call him old fashioned, if you will. (Though, in a way, she had already done that, seeing as how she thought him to be from the 1800s.) But that was how he liked to do things. And he wasn't changing that. Not now, in any case. He hadn't found himself to be close enough with the girl to call her anything but her given name. So that was how it was for him.

Skyler had a bad feeling about the smirk that played upon her lips as he listed his second reason. A really bad feeling. So far, she had taken all of his perfectly legit reasons for him to not be a vampire and easily came up with a retort that would still prove him a vampire. And he didn't doubt she was about to come up with some more. He wasn't wrong, either, as she replied to his words easily, proving his reasons useless. An eyebrow rose at her beginning words. "Young Padawan? I wasn't aware that we were within a Star Wars movie," he remarked dryly with a smirk pulling on his lips. Star Wars. That brought back memories. He grew up with Star Wars, and, man, it was a good series of movies. He loved them.

A light grin pulled on his lips as she rattled of her replies to his insistence that he was not, in fact, a vampire. If anything, her remarks were amusing. "Ah, help little girls, do they? Well, that's the first time I've heard of vampire being the protagonist within a tale. Or, well, the obvious protagonist. I've never heard of a truly helpful vampire. Do tell more about them. It would keep me interested," he replied easily. Sure, it didn't prove him to not be a vampire, but there was little to work off of from that, in any case. Besides, he did find the tale of a nice vampire interesting. "If anything, a vampire's sense of smell would grow stronger over the years. And blood so close would probably break even the oldest vampire. I would not bet on any immunity to blood with vampires. It might just get you killed by one. Blood is needed for a vampire to exist. Without it, he would wither away," he said softly, looking over at her with a coy grin. "It is to vampires and oxygen and water is to us humans. It is essential for life." Skyler gently lifted the napkins and looked at the cut that marred her arm. Pausing, he waited to see if more blood would rise to the surface. He then set the material aside and inspected her arm closely. "Well, it looks as if the bleeding has stopping, in any case. A few beads of it may appear here and there, but for the most part, I do believe you're fine. Though you may want to get rid of the dried blood around your wound, though. Not to mention clean it up and bandage it when you get back to your dorm. Else it may get infected." Yeah, he was pretty well trained in first aid. And he would rather her be in good health. He wouldn't want to wish anyone to be in bad health. Not unless they truly pissed him off.

i'm the narrator
and this is just the prologue

Skyler rolled his eyes at the girl as she complained at the pain, though it was in a friendly, joking manner. Not in a rude manner at all. He wasn't like that. At least not to those he had grown to like. And he had definitely grown to like this girl in front of him. In a weird, odd way. Weird and odd simply because the way the two bickered slightly. An amused smile pulled his lips up slightly, the smile at her retort, and at the way she mimicked his accent. It didn't bother him in the least that she was making fun of him. It was simply the way he was, to let such things to slide off his back (figuratively, of course) and not bother him, not annoy him. "Perhaps, but I don't think it truly hurts as much as you're saying. I know a little bit better than to suspect it hurts so much." It was true. He had caused pain before. Excruciating pain. He wasn't glad that he had, no, but at the same time he wasn't sad. And, even for a girl, the pain that she endured was mild at worst.

Once again, he was astounded by her simple answer. "Mkaay then" wasn't what he had expected. He didn't think anybody that had spent any time in conversation with Brianna would expect such a simpleton response. They would expect something more witty, sarcastic, snarky, even. Not a simple "Mkaay". It just didn't seem her, even if he hadn't known her long, and even a shorter amount of time knowing her in real life. The computer was one thing, but in real life was a whole other place. He simply mentally shrugged and dismissed it. How she responded was none of his business. She could do as she liked. He only wished that she stayed consistent in her attitude. It would make figuring the girl out a whole lot easier, at least.

Another amused smile pulled at his lips as she uttered the word "fellow". It wasn't a word used by most people these days. And definitely not in America. It was a pinch more common in England, which is why he would use it himself, but here in America, it was exceedingly more rare. And it simply amused him that she had used him. Perhaps his presence was rubbing off on her, but he dismissed the idea. It was hardly likely. A light smirk lighted upon his lips as he responded. "Perhaps not," he started, checking the wound briefly. "But what I do observe is remembered in great detail." Skyler grinned over at her, a spark of...something in his eye. What the something was, it's hard to say. It wasn't pure amusement, nor wickedness.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as she replied. Of course he had seen her hair. It was hard not to, with the stark blonde color, nearly white in hue. "Well, obviously I see it. Seems a bit of a beacon, with it's bright color, but color means nothing, it's simply a sterotype. And you had seemed smarter before, but perhaps I was wrong in my assumption. My apologies. In simple terms, you're showing the vampire as a good guy in your previous statement, and I was simply saying that I've never heard of a vampire being an obvious good guy," He paused, looking down at her, as if making sure she had gotten all of that. Protagonists were really the main character, but he was using the word in the sense of good character. Because they usually were. "It seems to me, they're mostly protrayed as the antagonist, or generally the bad guy, in tales." He shrugged lightly. "But perhaps you've heard different tales. Ones of good vampires. Would you enlighten me about them? And Edward Cullen does not count as a good vampire." Yeah, he kind of didn't like Edward Cullen. Or any of the Cullens. Or even the whole entire book series. Sure, he liked vampires in general, found them rather fascinating, but the Twilight series ruined the good name vampires had before. And it wasn't because he was a vampire. Because he wasn't.

When he finally was finished coming up with words to go against what she had said, he took several deep breaths. He hadn't paused to breath several times, and he was a bit out of breath now, but another chuckle fell from the junior's lips as she responded. "How do you know I'm not simply a vampire hunter? Would not a vampire hunter also know the details about vampires and how they work?" he inquired of the girl, smirk in place on his lips. Skyler found it a reasonable excuse. Vampire hunters would have to know a lot about vampires, wouldn't they, to hunt them? To understand how they work, their inner mechanisms, what their thought processes were like, to know where they might be, who they might feed on, and why. So it made sense to him. If it would to her, he wouldn't know. Most likely, she'd find some way to turn that against him, to find a reasonable retort out of that. But it was all in fun, in any case.

Yeah, he could kind of be a bit of a mother hen at times. But it was just a part of him. He didn't like people getting hurt. He didn't particularly like blood. He cared deeply for the human life, and knew it was a precious, precious thing. Of course he would, one who was scared of the dark simply because he had been there when his mother and sister had been killed in it. To this day, he still didn't know why he, and his father, were spared. But he had been in the room as well, frightened that he would be next. That he would be killed. Of course, in the dark room, he hadn't known that his mother and sister had died. Not until the next morning when light finally seeped into the room. Sure, before that event, he probably would've taken lives for granted, but now he knew that you couldn't. You only had one life, it was precious, you needed to take care of it. So, yeah, he could be mother hen-ish when it came to something relating to life and detracting from it. Skyler watched as she got back up....and back on the board. He hadn't anything against skateboarding, really, but she was just healing from the scratch that marred her skin. "Are you seriously just going to get back on there?" he questioned in his lilting accented voice, worry on the edges of the question. Well, it was in his nature to kind of worry. Well, maybe not really, but this girl had somehow wormed her way into the "worries about" area in the friendship part of his heart. He didn't know how she got there, and so easily, but she was there, and she probably would stay there forever. And he couldn't let this go that easily. He still didn't know how to get out of here.

i'm the narrator
and this is just the prologue

Another smirk lighted upon Skyler's lips at her response. It was obvious the girl was having fun teasing him, and, somewhere deep, deep down in his heart perhaps, he was as well. Though it wasn't like he disliked it, either, or found it annoying. It just was. She was having fun, good for her. He could care less, really. If Bri enjoyed herself by teasing him, then so be it. He didn't care. "Perhaps I am psychic, or at least well aquainted with various levels of pain. No matter the case, I'm still not a vampire, psychic or no." He replied softly with a slight grin. Of course, he wasn't psychic, though it'd be pretty awesome. Having taken fighting lessons (not to mention learned to fight with a knife via one of his friends), he knew what pain was. Sure, Brianna was a girl, and therefore generally more suceptible to pain, but it still was a miniscule amount of it, compared to things that might hurt more.

As the other teen chuckled after his reply, he wondered, breifly, what she found amusing. Then, of course, he realized that it wasn't his business, for she could be laughing at something that had happened within her circle of friends, and that was a personal thing. He had no business snooping around in other people's personal matters. With her reply, Skyler shook his head. "Not necessarily. If I observe something that greatly matters, and detail is necessary, I would think that it would be quite helpful in such a situation, wouldn't you agree?" he inquired with a smirk. As she sighed, he had half a notion to do so as well, but, instead, he ran his other hand, the one obviously not holding down the napkin against Brianna's skin, through his coffee brown hair, ruffling it slightly. It was a habit he had. Probably not necessarily a good one, but one nonetheless.

Skyler shrugged lightly. "Perhaps I am, but it's not something that I can really change. Just a part of who I am." Really, he was rather analytical. Most of the time, he studied a situation before taking action. Like when she had fallen, he had taken inventory of what had happened, and the fact that she had cut her arm, before he acted. He was cautious. Caution didn't get one killed. And living itself was a deadly task. Especially when you had problems like he did, though he was getting better and better at controlling his angrier, more violent side. A soft chuckle escaped from her lips at her next exclamation. "Well I do believe that you are. Congratulations. You now have the vocabulary of a seventh grader," he replied with a smirk. It wasn't a remark made in cruelty, but in jest, and he hoped that she could tell that. He didn't make such remarks with many people, and of those, usually only friends were on the receiving end. She had definitely found herself a nice place within his group of friends. At least in his head. Of course, he hadn't a clue if she thought herself his friend. He only hoped so, because she definitely seemed interesting, and better a friend than enemy.

Should the two of them have been sitting in chairs with this discussion, and the girl not bleeding, he would've sat back when he was finished with that explanation, in a sort of triumphant way. Because, really, that was a pretty good comeback, if he did say so himself. And, judging by Brianna's expression, she thought so as well. And blocking off Edward Cullen probably helped too. The dispicable so called "vampire" was a disgrace to the race. Well, if they were real. Really. Sparkling? It was nonsense. Besides, the movie portrayal of the character was kind of fugly. Not that Skyler liked guys. Because he didn't. He was straight. But even he could sense the fugliness of the guy. But no matter. Another light chuckle fell from Skyler's lips at her response. It wasn't a mean laugh, but simply one of amusement. Hey, it was a weak reply, and he found it somewhat funny. "And you can prove such vampires exist? Besides using me as an example, of course. There would have to be stories of other good vampires, wouldn't you say? Even if they are rare as you say."

When Brianna pointed towards a person, as he could only assume by her statement, he turned to look. Sure enough, some person was walking across the parking lot, looking straight ahead. They had probably seen them and decided to not wonder about what they were doing. Most of the staff disliked the crazy teens that attended the school. There were only a few staff members that were, overall, cool with the kids. Skyler smirked lightly. "Not quite. Do you think that I would so easily reveal the fact that someone is a vampire? I don't know what side you are on, therefore, I couldn't so easily release that fact to just anybody. The secret of one's race is to be kept quiet until the time is right," he replied simply, a larger smile than before on his lips. Sure, Brianna might be teasing him about the whole vampire thing (which he didn't like) but he was still having fun. "But since you, mortal, have decided to openly reveal the poor person's true race, I shall admit that I, too, knew he was a vampire." Though, of course, it wasn't true. Vampires weren't real (as far as anyone knew) and it was highly unlikely that the person was actually a vampire. But it was fun, though.

The junior didn't reply, simply kept quiet as he watched her. Of course he was a bit worried. The girl had just cut open her arm by doing this, and he didn't want to see her get hurt again. He was pretty sure that he didn't have enough napkins for another injury. As she started to slide down the rail, he closed his eyes, not wishing to watch. Soon, however, came the sound of board hitting the ground. No sound of the human body smacking the ground, and nor was the sky filled with her colorful language, as it had been when she had fallen before. Skyler cracked open an eyelid and looked. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he saw her in one piece before him, unharmed. He looked back up the rail before glancing over at her once more. "That's rather impressive. At least from one that doesn't skateboard, or even has the slightest clue how to," he told her, clearly impressed. Really, he couldn't skateboard to save his life (though he wouldn't mind learning sometime, maybe...) and found such feats interesting and impressive.