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Anoniem
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*For your eyes only,
I'll show you my heart.
For when you're lonely,
And forget who you are.

My character:
Clay Hamilton Salem ~ Vampire ~ 271121 years old + Photo

Your character: Girl + start
Goodluck (:

Demish
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Demish schreef:

Avia Jones
17 years old
Part of the Armis Coven

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Demish schreef:
Looking back at the past, Avia’s life had seemed so simple. She had grown up in an old, small town with narrow minded people. The town was surrounded by lots of green: trees, bushes, open fields and even a small lake where the older kids snuck of too when they wanted to escape the quiet, sheltered life they had. The town itself consisted of not more than 30 streets, a city hall, a town-square where a lot of events happened, like the annual parties, a few grocery stores and shops and the high school where Avia had alsways gone too. The high school was a place she went to five days a week, a place where she could meet up with her friends and sometimes, she would actually learn anything.
However, her life wasn’t that simple anymore. Or at least, not as simple as she always thought it was. Last night, her parents had invided her to come visit some friend. Even though she was a teenager and she’d have had no interest in hanging out with some people twice her age, she had given in to her parents, saying that it would be very important to them, and her as well, that she had gone along. Now, a few hours later, she wished she hadn’t.
Avia look at her phone. It showed her that it was already 9:03. That meant that she should have been in class at least fifteen minutes ago. She didn’t know what was worse. Not going to school, knowing that her friends would probably worry about her, not knowing where she was, or that she had lied to her parents, saying that she was actually going to school while she never had the intention to even walk in the direction of her school.
She was surround by the green color of the grass and a few flowers. Instead of going to school, Avia had gone to a more silent part of the town. She was at the edge of the forest, not doing anything. Her blue eyes just wandered around, hoping she would find something else to think about than the news she had received on the previous evening.
A sigh left her pink lips and she decided to lie down. She closed her eyes, causing her to see everything that had happened in front of her like some sort of movie.
She the so called friend from her parents that had invited her into their home. She saw her parents, joining the group of people that had gathered around the living room. Some of them she had known, others were even her family, like her aunt and cousin. Others she had never seen before, but they all seemed to have known her. They all had looked at her like they had known her from the day she had been born and for some crazy reason, that had actually been true.
Avia couldn’t deny that sometimes in her life, she had felt different. She had always felt like she had understood the earth more. Like she could feel the way the earth was feeling. Sometimes, strange things had happened to her. Candles had flickered, lightbulbs had popped. She had always believed that it just had been coincidence, nothing more. Now, she knew that coincidence hadn’t been the reason for all that. Last night, in the living room of someone she had barely known, her parent had announced that she wasn’t just anybody. She was a witch, a witch who would bound to be strong at some point in her life. And most important of all: she was part of a very powerful coven. The Armis Coven.

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Old lights were shining dull, dust was flying around more and more with every step he took. The smell of rotten wood was stuck in his nose, and it didn't matter where he would go in the house, the smell always stuck with him. It had been so long since the last time Clay had been in his old home. Not months, nor years. But it had been centuries ago when he was here last. The dark haired boy remembered every hallway, every cracking step on the stairs. Every little spot on the walls and the carpet. It was like he had never left. But he had. And he wished he never had to come back ever again. The old house had his own story, and Clay remembered that story so fresh, like it had only been a few hours since it had been told. The story was forever burned in his memory. But that story had happened ages ago, now was a new time. Yet he was here for the same reason. It felt like history was about to repeat itself. But this time Clay would not give up. This time he was stronger, and even more important, he was not alone. His eyes flickered at the sound of a cracking door. He carefully looked up and saw one of his pack mates. The boy was about to speak up to Clay, but he wasn't feeling it at al. "Don't." Was everything Clay said before walking past the boy, leaving the old house, and running into the woods. He knew this town as well as he knew his own body, and after such a long time, you get to know your own body very well.
He went to walk to one of the quiet spots in town. He had to stay quiet himself too. The witches in town couldn't know they were here. Not yet. Not before they knew what to do. Not before they were ready. Clay didn't think it was a great idea to come here before they had a plan, before they were ready. But hunters had invaded their last home. They had no choice but running. Many of them had been killed back there. They had tried to save some, but unfortunately they had failed. For a short moment Clay closed his eyes. He took everything in. All the sounds, all the noises, everything. Standing back here, in this old town made him feel.. alive. He actually felt alive again. A small smile appeared on his face as happy memories came streaming into his mind again. He remembered how his parents would take him out as a child, they would walk with him through the forest on the east side of their town. Thinking of his parents was something Clay had never really done before. Not after he left. He just never felt like it. He never felt like thinking at all. Thinking lead to over-thinking and over-thinking lead to being sad and existential crises. He didn't like any of those, so he usually skipped on the thinking part. Which, for him, lead to drinking. Only since he was dead, he wasn't able to get drunk. Which really sucked.
The tall, pale boy opened his eyes again and continued walking. He reached the spot he wanted to go to but noticed that there was already someone there. Clay softly bit his lip, staring at the female body lying in the bright green grass. He focused on the sounds and heard a calm heartbeat. The girl was still alive. Oh what a shame. If she was dead he wouldn't have to kill her. Maybe he still was not going to kill her. But he'd have to see that later. If this girl was going to be in his way, he didn't have a choice but killing her. Luckily, all she did now was lying. And it wasn't bothering him at all.
Clay decided to keep walking, and then sat down a few feet away from the girl. Leaving enough space between the two of them to not make it creepy. The dark haired boy looked up at the sky and let his hands go through the grass. He enjoyed this. Being here. Feeling a soft breeze go through his hair. Hearing the relaxed heartbeat of the girl, looking at the few birds, flying through the sky. It felt nice. Things like this made the boy almost feel human again. Yet deep down he knew that he would never be able to get the real human feeling. He was dead after all.
He looked up for a second. Maybe he was invating this girls privacy moment. But he didn't mind, he was at least thirty feet away from her. And for as far as he knew, she hadn't noticed his presence yet. He was hoping to keep it that way. But he knew that it wasn't going to stay like that. It never stayed like that.

Demish
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As the birds around her sang quiet songs, Avia’s thoughts drifted away from the world she was in, even though she wasn’t quite sure what world that would be.
Normally, kids grew up with fairytales. Everyone knew the story of Cinderella. How she had become a handmaiden, someone who had to do all the cleaning of her stepmother and sisters. But then, a fairy godmother came along and she poofed all her troubles away with a little bit of magic. Another story that all small children knew, was the story of Hanzel and Gretl. In that story, magic played a less happy role. The so called witch was evil and tried to take the children hostage, so she could eat them when they would have enough fat around their bones. Avia knew the stories too. She had always liked them, knowing that there was this fantasy world where magic existed and where princes came to rescue their princess.
However, now she knew that some of those stories were true. Well, not everything. There probably wasn’t a house of candy hidden in the woods and she knew that there would never be a prince who would do anything to find her because she lost her shoe, but magic was real. She had never believed any of it, but now, she knew. She knew that magic existed and even worse: she could practice is. She would still need a lot of lessons, since she was clueless of the things she could do, but there was magic in this world. Witched existed and Avia knew what else would be hiding in this crazy world. The worst part was that she couldn’t share this was anyone. Her friend would probably think she was crazy if she would tell them that magic was real and that she wasn’t just a human, but also a witch.
But she wasn’t crazy. And if she would be, her parents and the whole coven would be too. When they had first announced that Avia was a witch, she had actually thought the same thing. She had thought that it must have been some sort of a prank, that it was just a stupid joke. But then they had started showing her things. They had lit up candles, they had caused random objects to float. They had shown her wat hey could do, what she was able to do if she would open up her mind and accept that she was special, that she had a role to fulfill in this world. What that role exactly was, was still a riddle for her. That was a shame, because she had never been particularly good at solving riddles.
She sighed again, knowing that she would never be able to erase this part of her life. Now that she knew what she was, what her family was, she had to accept the consequences. The consequences consisted of her, going over to the same house she had been last night and taking lessons. She had to learn how to use her magic. She had to know how it would feel to have so much power. Her dad had given her the family spellbook when they had gotten home, so she could already prepare herself for the first lesson. Avia had taken the book with her, but it was still safely hidden in her backpack. She wasn’t even sure if she would start reading it today, or any other day. The news was still a lot to take in.
She opened her eyes and slowly got back up. Form the cornor of her eye, she noticed something. She turned around, with her head over her shoulder, so she could see what it was.
About thirty feet away from her, sat a boy. He seemed to be about the same age as her, which meant he should have been at school. But then again, so should she. The boy had an unfamiliar face, which was almost hidden by his dark hair. Still, his pale skin stood out like snow on a winter day.
Avia wasn’t sure how to act, because she had never met the boy and that was something quite peculiar for this town. She also thought it was kind of strange that he was here, but this place was public property, so she couldn’t tell him to go sit somewhere else, just because she had been her first. So she decided to do nothing about his presence. She just smiled at him and turned back away, so she could continue her endless chain of thoughts.

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Looking up to the sky, the dark eyed boy fell back into his thoughts. This town brought back so many memories, he didn't even know if he should love it, or disgust it. Some of those memories were actually nice. But some of them were everything but nice, and he had hoped for them to never come back into his mind. Yet he was there, thinking about them again. The thoughts, the memories, he kind of liked to remember them, even if he hated them.
When he was a young boy, Clay would walk through the forest all alone, searching for rocks to put in his collection. Now don't judge him, when he was a kid, rocks were pretty much the most exciting thing ever. But there were rules in the forest, and Clay didn't always keep himself to them. Rules were there to break right? Well not for the other villagers. They always got really angry at Clay, they would call his parents terrible people. Call them bad parents for letting their son walk out in the woods all alone, ignoring the rules completely. Clay had felt bad for his parents, because it was clearly his fault. But the villagers were creepy people. His parents would never let the little boy go visit them, or even talk to them. He didn't understand back then. He does now. All the people in their town were witches, they disliked his family very badly for just being ordinairy people. But that wasn't it completely. His parents had another boy in the house, a male from 273 years old, only he didn't look any older than 21. His parents were protecting this guy from the witches. Only did little Clay not know this. He wished he never even found out. That guy was the reason he was still alive on this shitty planet. When Clay had turned seventeen, the witches came to their house in the night. Planning to kill the elder guy, who got through life under the name Finnigain. But he didn't like that, so trying to protect himself from getting killed he held Clay against himself, telling the witches that if they came any closer, he would turn Clay. Sadly, the guy didn't know that the witches didn't care about Clay at all. They came closer, Clay got turned and Finnigain got killed.
Luckily they hadn't killed Clay, they didn't think he was worth the try. But they were wrong. They just didn't know that yet.
With a deep sigh the black haired boy let the thoughts sink away. He looked up at the girl again and frowned a bit when she smiled at him. Smiling? That was something the boy hadn't seen in a long time. He didn't quite know what to think of it. But that was something he could think about later. It didn't really matter now. Clay wondered if all the people in town were still witches, but they probably weren't. A lot happens in 271104 years. 271104, that many years ago he had left this town behind. A few ages ago he returned once, to look at his old home, all the stuff, his rocks. But the witches found out and sent him away again. Luckily they didn't know he was here this time. Clay wasn't even sure if the witches that were still alive in town knew about him, well, ofcourse they knew about him, but they might did not know what he looked like. Clay was sure he would be found somewhere in those witch books, but they couldn't have a picture, pictures didn't even excist back then.
Clay jumped up when a little fat bee flew straight in his face. "JESUS CHRIST!" He cried out, a bit harder than expected. He was truly in shock by the sudden feeling of the little bublebee flying against his face. But now he was mostly embarrassed by his weird reaction. He must have looked like an idiot. Imediatly the tall boys cheeks turned bright red and he sat down again as fast as possible. He, of course, hoped that the girl hadn't noticed his action. But there was no way she didn't. Even the people in Australia would've heard his cry. He felt so awkward all of a sudden. "Stupid bee." He stammered. Ugh, he was such an idiot.

Demish
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Demish schreef:
Somehow she felt lost. Maybe it was because of the news she had received. Her whole life she had been told that she was just another human being. Just a dot in the regular crowd, not standing out that much. But now, she did stand out. Maybe not at school, or in the street, but Avia felt like the whole world knew something about her. Like she had a sign, floating above her head, telling everyone that there was something wrong with her. That what her friends would probably think right now, because she wasn’t in school, but how could she even go to school, knowing that she was a witch. Witched didn’t need math or physics, they didn’t need to learn how to spell or anything like that. At least, Avia had never heard of witch that had been so smart because she had gone to school. Of course, she would still go to school and finish her education, but all seemed pretty weird now, going to school knowing that she was a witch.
The boy hadn’t smiled back. He didn’t seem to show any emotion at all, so Avia decided to just turn around and focus on what was in front of her: nature. Somehow, the nature meant that much more to her now that she was a witch. Her parents had already told her that witched drew their powers from nature.
A certain cry of frustration had come from the boy behind her. Avia turned around to see what had happened, but she had to hold back her laughter when she noticed a small bee flying away from the dark haired boy. The bee had probably come out of nowhere and had taken the boy by surprise, but it was just a small bug. Bees were probably the most kind creatures in nature you could ever run into. Avia got up and walked over to the boy.
‘It’s just a bee,’ she told him. ‘And they certainly aren’t stupid. They are actually an endangered species.’ Now, she was sure that the boy didn’t actually hated bees. Why would he? But Avia personally really loved the small, yellow and black colored bugs. Bees were the ones wo made sure that new flowers sprung every Spring. Bees made honey and spread pollen, so that there would never be a day without someone seeing at least one beautiful flower. They were such small, innocent creatures and even though she could never keep bees herself, she felt the need to explain to the boy that bees weren’t that annoying as he thought they were.
‘Also, the bee is probably a lot more scared of you, since he’s really tiny and you’re, well… A human being,’ she said, knowing that the word human had a whole other meaning now that she knew that she wasn’t just a human. She was a witch. She didn’t know if they were other supernatural creatures out there, but there must be. If witched existed, than what else? However, she couldn’t just share her thoughts with this boy. She didn’t even know who he was, let alone that she would tell her new, deepest and darkest secret about herself.
She studied the boy’s face. The red on his cheeks seemed to have turned into a pink tone, only noticeable because his skin was zo pale. Now that she could see him from up close, she knew that he definitely had never seen him before and that he must be new in this town.
‘I don’t meant to sound rude, but did you just move into town? I haven’t seen you around before,’ she asked him. ‘I’m Avia, by the way.’

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The embarrassing feeling got only worse when the girl laughed, and then came walking towards Clay. He had never really felt embarrassed, he hardly felt anything lately. So this was kind of new for him. His cheeks were all pink and he felt a bit flustered. The pale boy looked up at the girl when she spoke to him. She had a soft voice, and CLay could ge lost in het bright eyes. But he woulnd't let that happen. Besides that, it would be a bit creepy if he would just stand there staring at her eyes. So instead he looked at his hands, still a bit embarrassed. "I know.." He said in a soft tone which actually suprised himself. To him, he almost sounded human. But of course when talking normally, humans wouldn't notice the diffrence. He would. "I was just caught by suprise when it flew into my face." He then appealed. It wasn't a normal thing for the elder boy to feel like this, it wasn't a normal thing for him to feel anything at all. Yet here he was, feeling all these new emotions he hadn't felt in ages. "But if it's scared of me why didn't it fly around me? I mean, I'd always avoid coming close to things I'm scared of." The words rolled out of his mouth as the boy realized this was probably the longest sentence he had spoken to any human in a long time. Yet he could not know if this girl was actually human, if you knew what he did, you would doubt every living creature on the planet for not being what they look like.
Clay shook that little thought off, not wanting to think of those things right now. It wasn't the moment for that. He looked up at the blonde girl and tried his best to smile weakly at her. Just to seem friendly, making friends in town wouldn't be a bad thing, he even considered going back to high school. "Yeah me and my,, family, just moved here today." He stuttered. Stuttering was something Clay didn't like of himself. It would happen when he got a little nervous, like when he told lies or when he was scared people were after things. He hoped that after the time he had spend on this planet, it would've stopped by now. But nope, here it still was. And he must have sounded like an idiot. "That's a very beautiful name." Without even thinking of how creepy that could've sound, the words had left his mouth and there was no point of thinking about it. What has been said can not be unsaid. "I'm Clay." The boy then introduced himself.
He was not sure why, but he was actually enjoying this conversation a little bit, if you could even call it a real conversation. It was just that he had been talking to people like himself, (or not like him, but still not really humans) for the past decades that it was nice to talk to someone who might not even know of all the dangers living in the world. Of all the creatures going to their school, walking through their streets, maybe even living in their house. Someone who was so innocent in his eyes. It gave him a great feeling. Even though he couldn't be all too sure what this girl knew and what not, he was quite certain that she didn't know about the supernatural. Maybe she believed in werewolves because of those stupid movies. But she didn't really know, or maybe she did. He let the thoughts slip out of his mind, focussing on the girl again. Only now he noticed how her skin had a light tan, now he noticed how he could almost feel her heart pumping blood through every inch of her body. He suddenly felt so connected with life, that it almost made him feel a little more human.

Demish
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Demish schreef:
Even though Avia knew she should have been in school already, she still didn’t feel like going. She’d rather stay her, with the boy had been afraid of bees. Although he now seemed to want to clarify that he actually wasn’t scared of them at all and that the bee had just surprised him. It was still an interesting story, or maybe not, but it was a story and that was all that Avia needed to take a break from her own life and everything that had happened to her in the past couple of hours. She didn’t even get why her parents had thought that it would be a good idea for her to go to school now, like her life hadn’t changed. Everything had changed and they had known that as well.
Her mother had already told her about appearances. They were extremely important, since nobody could know what she actually was. Her mother had made Avia very clear that she shouldn’t tell her secret to anyone, not even her closest friends. But Avia wondered how she couldn’t. Her best friend, May, knew everything about her. Like, literally everyting. How could she not tell this to one of the most important people in her life? Until she had that figured out, she wanted to stay as far away from her friend as possible and that meant skipping school, for now.
‘Maybe the bee was trying to face his fears?’ Avia answered with a light scuffle. The bee probably had just figured that the boy was some sort of rare flower and then had realized he wasn’t when the boy had scoffed at the small bugg. ‘It mus have been a very brave bee to fly into someone like you.’ Even though she was talking to him, he seemed like the kind of boy that was unapproachable. If he would have been in school with her, he would probably be that kind of boy who would sit alone in the classroom, not caring about his classmates. But still, he was talking to her and he didn’t seem to mind her peculiar sense of humor.
‘Today? Really? Hot of the press, aren’t you?’ she asked. Avia had been right. The boy was new in to town. In fact, he had only been here since this very day. Why he had walked all the way to the edge of the city and the beginning of the forest, was a question she didn’t want to ask him yet. She was there too and if she would have been in his situation, being the new kid in a town that she wouldn’t know, she would probably wonder around too.
‘Thank you,’ she smiled, never knowing what she could possibly say when someone complimented her on her name. She really like the name itself, but she wasn’t the one who had picked it out. She was just the one carrying it. She looked at the boy, who had introduced himself as Clay. Immediately, she thought of a show she had watched online a few nights ago. She had just watched one episode, but she had read the book a couple of years ago, so she knew that the main character had de same name as the boy who was, still, sitting in front of her. ‘Clay, like Clay Jensen from 13 reasons why?’ she asked him. ‘I mean, not that you were named after him. That’s probably impossible, since the book was only published in 2007.’
Avia realized that she was talking into nothing, rambling about some book that this boy may not even have known. She pressed her pink lips together, as if she could stop the word vomit from rolling out. She looked at the boy again and she fumbled with a loose stray of her blonde hairs.
‘Can I, maybe, sit with you, Clay? If you don’t mind?’

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For a quick second the dark haired boy was wondering how old this girl was, she didn't seem old at all, yet she wasn't at school, so she must have finished her school. That meant, if he got the American school system right, she must have been at least nineteen. Yet she didn't seem that old. Then again she could be skipping school, but why would someone skip out on learning for an entire day? Clay didn't really understand that, he knew that if school excisted when he was a little boy, he would have probably loved it, only since his town was felt with witches, those were probably the only things that they would've taught him. Ofcourse he still would have loved to know all these things, but he didn't have much on it.
These thoughts left the pale boys head when the girl, names Avia, spoke to him again. "Facing your fears isn't something you should do, fears are there for a reason, they make you who you are, when you face them, you're changing your entire excistence." Clay said with a soft giggle. He wasn't really serious, but it could have been possible. Right? "Or he was just tiren of his life." He then spoke, lifting up his shoulders for a quick moment, like it was nothing. This was a perfect representation of Clay, one moment he could be all giggly and the next moment he just turned all dark again. Although it didn't happen often that the practically dead boy giggled, when he did it would never last very long. That has been the case ever since he died, before that all the little guy could do was giggling and making stupid jokes, that to him, seemed hilarious.
A soft chuckle left the boys lips and his cheeks immediatly turned light pink, being ashamed of the sound that had left his lips not that long ago. He didn't really know the noise, coming from him. So he was a little shocked, but tried his best not to let Avia notice that. "I guess I am." He acknowledged. Even though he wasn't, not even a bit. He just hadn't been here in a few ages, that's all. When the blonde girl said that about a book Clay smiled softly, an actual smile was appearing on his face. Could you believe that? It just made him happy that this girl seemed passionate about just a book, a simple book. Ofcourse he didn't know if she was actually passionate about it, but he liked the thought of that. "Yeah, like Clay Jensen." He answered, still having a soft smile on his face. Clay did not even notice that he was smiling, yet his body wasn't planning to stop either. It seemed like a normal response, only Clay wasn't used to this, but that's just simply 'cause he's dead. And things are just different when you're not alive anymore.
He looked up at her and nodded. "Of course you can, I mean, it's not like this place is mine, you can do whatever you want. I don't mind." The taller boy babbled. Gosh he was talking nonsense! WHy did he act like this? It wasn't like talking to this girl was any other than talking to someone of his pack. Right?

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‘What’s so wrong with change?’ She asked him. Maybe he was right and facing your fears wasn;t always the smartest thing to do, but sometimes you had to? Avia feared a lot of things at the moment. She feared that her friend would find out about what she really was, she feared that she wouldn’t be a good witch and her family would have to disown her, if they even did that in witch-culture. All of those fears, she had to conquer. She had to at least try to act normal around her friends and she had to practice her use of magic. But somehow, her fears didn’t seem so huge now that she was talking about bees with a boy she had just met.
‘You are turning this heroic bee into a suicide bee. That’s terrible,’ Avia laughed. She actually really liked his humor. The way he could jokingly say something and then turn it all around by adding some dark comment. It was very… Mysterious of him. With his pale skin and dark hair, he reminded Avia of this typical mysterious boy you’d always see in films and books. The one who’d never really speak much, but if he did, he would be saying something profound and yet so dark that it made people wonder what was going on in his head. Clay was a little bit like that as well, but Avia didn’t mind at all. It was actually refreshing to not be talking to a captain of the lacrosse team, or another typical popular jock.
Even though Clay seemed like the mysterious type, Avia had heard him chuckle and she had seen a smile on his face, which made him a lot more approachable. He seemed like someone she would want to get to know, which was why she had asked if she could sit with him.
‘Well, don’t be too proud of that. I never really liked his character,’ Avia confessed. Clay wasn’t the bad-guy in the story, but he certainly wasn’t the good-guy either. Maybe because the world wasn’t divided in to good or evil. Even good people could do terrible things and even the worst people could have a big heart, only if they wanted to show it more. ‘Have you read the book? Or seen the show?’ she asked him. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn’t. In that case, she would recommend the book. Even though the show and the book were extremely alike, Avia had always appreciated books more. Books allowed you to dream and think of the characters as your own, rather than sketch the whole thing out for you like movies did.
Clay told her that she could sit down with him, because this place wasn’t his, so he had nothing to say about it anyway. Avia just shrugged and sat down next to him. ‘I didn’t want to intrude your personal space,’ she explained. She would have understand if the dark haired boy had said no, because well… He did seem like someone who appreciated his privacy and his personal space. However, she was glad that she could sit with him. It was another good excuse to stay away from school and het real life, even though it didn’t seem real at all any more.
‘So…’ she started, not exactly sure what she wanted to talk about with Clayse. ‘Are you going to school as well? Once your family had settled in and all?’ she asked him. There was only one high school in this town, so he would probably going to the same school as Avia. In that case, he had made a friend already. Al though, friend was a big word for someone you had just met. But at least he did know someone, which could make a first day of school al whole lot less awkward.

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Her question made Clay wonder. What was wrong with change? Actually, there was nothing wrong with it at all. But if you've been through so much change in life like Clay had, it would be nice to keep things the same for a while. CLay liked it when he was still living in North Carolina, the place he stayed before they went back here. He liked it there because he had been there for years, years living in the same house in the same forest with no change at all. He loved that, it was peacefull, it was relaxing. And he had nothing to really stress about. Sadly enough he had to make his revange so there was no time for relaxing and it was time for changing again. "It's just, nicer to keep things the way they are sometimes. That way you know it's permanent. And I think everyone needs something permanent in their life." The pale boy told her. There was only one thing in his life that was actually one hundred percent permanent, and that was that he was 'alive'. He wasn't going to die, maybe never. Of course vampired could die, but Clay wasn't just any vampire. He had gone through the longest of years as a vampire and met a lot of witches on his path. Some liked him, some didn't care, others hated him. But once when he was still only about seven hundred, he met a really nice witch. The girl was in love with him, and strangely enough he loved her too. It was weird for him to feel like that, because well. Love wasn't a natural feeling for him by that time. However, the girl had made him immortal. And yes I know what you're thinking. 'Aren't vampires already immortal?' But no. Vampires can actually die. Only Clay couldn't. Well, maybe he could. It was old magic, maybe it didn't work anymore. He didn't know but it didn't matter. The day he'd die was the day he was ready for it.
A soft sile once again appeared on the Brittish boy's face as he heard her say that. He hadn't realized that some people actually cared about that. Clay had been all around the world and in a lot of countries people did not care about others. They would just walk into others on the street and then yell at eachother for not looking out. He thought it was weird in the beginning. But slowly he got used to people not caring about others their feelings or lifes, so hearing this coming from the blonde girl was a bit of a suprise for him. But it restored his faith in humanity again. For only just a little bit, yet that is more than nothing. "That's okay, personal space isn't really a thing for me." He said, lifting his shoulders again, like it didn't matter. He eyed the girl for a bit, not her body, just her face. To see if he could maybe read some what of her thoughts on her face. Over the years Clay had learnt facial expressions very well and he could tell what someone was feeling just by looking at their nose. Most people say you can see it in their eyes, but it's much easier to see it at their nose.
For a quick moment he thought about her question. Was he going to school? He did want to, but he didn't know if it was a smart thing to do. Ah well, he couldn't really care less. "Yeah, I'm starting tomorrow." He said, knowing that he hadn't even registered himself at the school. But he would figure something out. All it took was a fake passport, some fake information. Or even easier, he could just compell the principle that he was in their school. That'd be easy. It was a great plan.

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The boy sitting across from Avia had no idea what she was. That was probably for the best. No one would take her seriously when she would tell them that she was a witch. Witches didn’t exist, everybody knew that. They only lived in fairytales and most of the time, they were the badguys too. Avia didn’t believe that she could be bad or evil, but she had figured that there would be certain people that would use their powers in the wrong way, as her parents would probably call it. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to use her powers at all.
What Clay had said, had made her things. Sometimes it was good to have permanent things in your life. To Avia, her friends were permanent. She knew May since she had been a little girl and a lot of her other friends had been there her whole life as well. Those were the perks of growing up in a small town. Plus, she couldn’t say she loved the changed that had wiggled his way into her life. But she couldn’t tell that to Clay, or to anyone for that matter. She had to keep it to herself.
She pushed her blonde hair out of her face and grabbed a scrunchie form her wrist. She started braiding her hair, while she looked at Clay, who was talking about school. When the braid was done, she draped it over her shoulder and she let her hands rest in her lap.
‘School isn’t so bad,’ Avia said, while she looked at the boy. He didn’t seem petrified to be going to school tomorrow. Maybe he thought school wasn’t a big deal. He could be right, but at this point in her life, Avia was told that school was very important. This was her senior year, she had to decide where she wanted to go to college, what she wanted to be in a few years and where she wanted to work. But none of that seemed to matter right now, not when she knew she was a witch. Did witches even go to college? Or was there a special school where they could go, just to learn magic? There probably wasn’t, but that meant that she still had to think of her future. Something she didn’t want to do right now.
‘What classes are you taking?’ she asked him. Maybe they would have the same courses, which would mean that they could bump into each other. They would anyway, since the school wasn’t that big and Avia could never forget a face like his, but still. It would be nice if they could sit next to each other in a few classes, if he wanted to. They could talk about bee’s and stuff.
Avia wondered if he would ask her why she wasn’t in school. It made sense that he wasn’t, because he had just moved here yesterday and she could imagine that he needed some time to settle down before he would go to school, but she hadn’t just moved here. She was the one who was supposed to be in school, but she wasn’t and he hadn’t asked her why. She actually liked it that he hadn’t asked, because that meant that he wasn’t judging her, which was a nice change.

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While staring at the girl in front of him, Clay realized for fascinating human girls were. THe small things they did with their face, or hands, or hair. It was so strange to him. The way their eyelashes flattered when she blinked, or how her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she smiled. How her fingers would move through her hair when braiding it. It was really fascinating to Clay. All these little things, all the tiny freckles on her nose. Clay knew girls often had those when the summer was around, like now. He liked it. He liked how tiny bits of her hair were floating in the wind, how everything about this girl was so alive. Because that's what she was, alive. And it was so satisfying to him, that he almost got lost in it. But soon enough he stopped staring, a bit after he found out it was probably really creepy to her.
He looked up at her again when she asked that. He didn't even know. He wasn't even registered at the school. "Eh.. I'm not sure, but I do know I'm in my last year." He spoke softly. He knew he was a senior, he was 'seventeen' after all. He did go to other high schools before, so he knew how things worked. He knew maths very well. He was there when people came up with it. That's a strange thing to think about. "And you? What classes are you taking? Or have you graduated already? I'm sorry I'm very bad at guessing ages." Clay excused himself. Trying his best not to come off too rude, knowing he would sound rude anyway. It was just the way his voice was. That, and the fact that he sounded as emotionless as he always thought he was. You could basically say he sounded dead. Which was funny çause you can't hear dead people. A small smile appeared on his face at that thought, he found himself quite funny at some times. Only was that the main reason for him to get in really awkward situations. Like one time he was walking past a group of crying girls, and the most funny thing ever (at that moment) came into his mind so he burtsed out laughing. Causing the girls to think he laughed at them. He had never seen fifteen year old girls turn into monsters that fast. He didn't know why they were crying, but the laughing had probably been very inapropriate. Otherwise they wouldn't have been so angry at him. Right?
Clay was wondering if he had made a friend. Avia, he wondered if she was his friend now. Through his life Clay hadn't had many friends other than the guys of his pack, and a few other people. But those weren't really friends, they were just company at some times. Maybe Avia would be his friend, he would like that. Maybe he could eventually even tell her who he was. No, what he was. Maybe he could, maybe he couldn't. That was a thing for later. He wasn't even sure if he would see her after this. He would probably see her walk by at the school, if she was still in school. But maybe it would stay with that. He would be fine with that. He wanted see how life went for him, he just had to wait a bit more to find out.

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