Wicked Attraction

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Milli Andrews tried her hardest to pay attention to the man in front of her, but it was hard. Mr. Akerman was probably the most boring teacher that she'd ever had. He was old and balding and talked in a monotone that grated on her nerves. His subject was history but he didn't really know it. He was always saying something, thinking better of it, and then going back and telling them something completely different. She didn't know why he wasn't just fired. She had asked her father once, who just happened to be the principal, but he'd said that Mr. Akerman was tenured and tenured teachers gave good ratings to the school and the school needed good ratings. It was all about the politics.

No one else was paying attention, either. No one ever really did in his class. Most teachers at Mystic Falls High School were fun and down to Earth and Milli really didn't mind listening to them. But Mr. Akerman was certainly not a student favorite. He was so into his lectures most of the time that he didn't even notice. Currently, he was lecturing on the Civil War. Milli tapped her pencil against the desk softly, biting the inside of her cheek.

"And that was how the battle was fought." Mr. Akerman said. He scribbled something down on the chalkboard and faced the class, wiping his hands on his jeans.

Andre Varagas

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Age: 119 (Looks 23-25)
Personality: Cocky, sarcastic, arrogant, selfish. He is known for being a charmer because of his good looks.

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"Ahh... It's so good to be finaly back." The blonde thought to himself as he was pacing through the streets of his good old hometown. And when I say old it really is. It's been more than a hundred years ever since this town was built, and a little less than a hundred since he left. The good-looking, blue eyed man paced through the streets as he was reminising, you'd think he would be old by now right? If it's been a little less than a hundred, but you will be misrebly mistaken. Andre Varagas is 119 years old, however you could easily mistake him for any normal young man in his early twenty's, for Andre Varagas is a vampire.

As the so called, bloodsucking monster was walking towards the old house of the Varagas family, he met a few familiar faces. It was quite odd however, since most of the people he knew back thenshould be dead by now... Maybe theywere their kids or some distant relatives, anyway this wasn't important. What is important was why the young blonde returned home after such a long time of traveling around the country.

But there was only one direction where he was going, and it was the old Varagas mansion. It wasn't as big and fancy as it sounds but it was large enough. As he walked through the small forest that seperated the town from his home, he finally managed to get to the large place, glancing up and down at it. Taking a deep breathe he wondered if his brother was still there, or if he died. He would be more than happy if he died, but this probablly wasn't the case since he could feel his siblings scent.

The two weren't born vampires, they were turned, by their father. He was a pureblood vampire who got married and mated with a human woman, then, by the age of 23, Andre was turned, and months after that, it was Dante who was turned. They had their difficulties and what not, and hated eachother, the rivaly between the two could be sensed by even a simple human being.

"Brother?" The long haired blonde called out for his brother, wondering if he was around. When he noted that he wasn't there, he smirked and streched."Awesome." He said to himself and took off his shirt, throing it away on a shelf nearby."Ahh how I missed this place!" He smirked to himself and went to the bavrages cabinet to grab a large bottle of bourbonand poured it in a glass for himself.

Class ended blissfully soon for Milli. She was the first one out the door. Grabbing her books and shoving them in her satchel, she stood quickly and escaped. History had been her first class of the day. The next was gym. they were dressing out that day, playing volleyball. Since she was a member of the team it didn't worry her very much. She was great at it. Grabbing her clothing bag from her locker, she shut it and hurried off. There were only ten minutes between classes.

The locker room was empty when she got there. She changed quickly. It was a freezing room. It was sort of an ongoing thing with the class before them. They'd turn the air all the way down to freeze Milli's class out and then Milli's class would turn it all the way up for the next class. It was a sort of cycle. Stuffing her bag into the locker room cubbie, she took the stairs two at a time back up to the gym floor. She was assaulted by the loud whistle of the bell ringing before she could even make it to her spot in the line.

The coach was very big on form. He set every student into a line that they were expected to be in when he got to the gym. Milli slid in beside Grace. The other girl was small and blonde and her best friend. She was dressed in the most fancy gym clothes Milli had ever seen and her hair was pulled into a perfect pony tail. Grace's gloss lips upturned into a smile when she saw her friend.

"Hey," she said brightly. She was practically bouncing. "I have the biggest news!"

Milli raised a brow. She hardly ever saw Grace so happy. The other girl was mostly calm and collected and, even though she didn't look it, very intelligent. "What happened?" She asked.

Dante felt a bit off today. Something was not right and he felt it. The last time he felt like that was the last time he had seen his brother. Andre. Was he in town? No this couldn't be. The man wasn't there for at least eighty years, so what would bring him there? right? Well, now it was their gym class. In which Dante had to pretend that he sucks at sport, when in fact he could run faster than the fastest car. Once he arrived to the class in his tanktop and shorts, he placed himself near his friend, Mili, and glanced at her."Hey~ Ready for some ass-kicking , girls? " He asked with a wide smirk, but not too wide to not bare his very sharp fangs.
"Hey Mili, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked and pulled his friend along away from her best friend.

He smiled a bit and glanced at her."I wanted to ask that for a while already but never got the chance.. Do you want to go out on a date with me? Maybe to the local bar?what do you say?" He asked and smiled softly glancing at her. They've been friends for a few months now, and he had tried to hold himself from asking her out, since,she was a human, and he was risking her.. But something about her just made him go crazy, and he couldn't hold back anymore, so he'd decided to make the move. If they are not mentto be, then she will say no.. Right?

Milli flushed bright red. Of all things, that was not what she had been expecting. Dante shifted in front of her, looking as nervous as she suddenly felt. She wasn't sure. Yeah, he was nice. Really nice. And probably the cutest guy that she'd ever met. He was sweet and kind and caring. But she'd just gotten out of a relationship. He knew that. Jake had been popular, handsome, and secretly a huge jerk. No one really knew. She'd kept it to herself. The breakup had been loud and messy. He just couldn't accept that she didn't want to be with him anymore. Through the whole thing, Dante and Grace had been her rocks. She wondered if he was thinking about that.

She shifted from foot to foot. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested. But she didn't want to ruin one of the best relationships in her life. Still, she'd probably regret it if she never took the chance. Who knew? Maybe she'd love it. "Uh...sure," she said and smiled brightly, if not a little timidly. She'd never really been much of a huge flirt. Jake had been her first real boyfriend. Her first kiss had actually been a guy named Max in the third grade. But what the hell? Why not live a little?

"I'd love to," she reaffirmed with feeling. She reached forward and gave her a hug. "How about Friday after my meeting?" She was the Student Council president and had meetings with other members ever Friday after class.