I look back and wonder why I just couldn't let it go, and even now I can't. Amelia was right, once you know the truth it's hard to just go back to the way things were. When your naive and innocent, thinking there is something there and there isn't, because it's just your imagination. Looking around with covert glances as I walked to my English literature class I knew better. Devil, angels, half breed, vampires, etc. They do exist, we just don't realize it because they don't want us to realize it. The beauty of being human is the fact that your the sheep complacent with just the sugar coded topping. Yet that is the reality of the unreality. The air seemed colder, but when doesn't it in the winter time, I blamed the rising steam of my breathing on it, but I knew the truth. I was breathing a little too controlled. Watching the students that passed me by I wondered just how many of them fell into our friendly 'other' category. When I thought I saw one my hand went to my neck and collarbone on its own. The bite was gone of course and it was my fault I got bit. I looked and saw Amelia there against the wall by the door, with her arms crossed holding her books to her chest. To everyone else she was just a tad too pale and kept to herself. They didn't see what I saw. She was pale, her skin in the right light could look a slight blue trace of a twinge. I could see her canines were a bit more sharper and slender then most people. If you were really close you could see a sort of pattern under her eyes and the fact that her eyes were a startling blue you thought contacts could only accomplish. Hair a very very auburn it had reds under the sun's light. She always wore long sleeves because you could always see her veins like she was iridecent on the undersides of her arms. She always had to keep her nails trimmed so people didn't see how long they got, let alone how they looked like sharp glass. Amelia had saved my hide more times then I liked to mention and it's my fault she had to bite me. I belonged to her now and no one at the school, human or otherwise, was allowed to kill me. Yet. I guess it's good to have a half siren werewolf friend after all. She gave a smirk that was her soft version of a smile as I said yo and walked into class. I knew she came in behind me, it's like a second presence in the back of my skull. Now I just needed to learn the ropes......I think.