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@ Jazzy
Yeah it has a vampire theme to it. And i'd love to read some of your friends stories they sound thrilling. And if you so want to send a post all you have to do is go to the end of the page and click on send topic.

@Iah
'Sweet' I wouldn't say that myself, but thanks. I would continue, but i'm trying to change Nairaland users names and find intersting things to add to ma story.

@ Diddy
nice to know you liked your part of the story, i would continue. And since you are offering to supply inspiration i'd like to hear it.

I know i said i was not going to write anymore i could not help but write this little part that i just composed. Just for the fun of it. And for Diddy

@ Ka i really did appreaciate your critic. Thank a lot.

@Seun, it's just fiction.



Damsal‘s breath caught in her throat “Um. Hi. I‘m Damsal”. He looked at her with a smirk, his face was tilted to the side and with every glance at her Damsal was aware that he was watching her every movement.
“I know, that” This time he smiled brightly, his white teeth shone. “My dad is the owner of the school, so I’m pretty much aware of every new student”
“Oh” The rising feeling that had been growing in Damsal’s heart when he had said he knew her dropped with a thud. “Nice to know that, I’ll try to stay on your good side for future purposes”.
He retreated to his seat with a flick of his hand “Yeah you do that”.
Diddy a cool looking guy, with olive brown skin and a fit body was dressed to kill in blue denim as he clapped from his seat the sun hit his Rolex watch “Good job Seun, you’ve managed once again to intimidate someone. You‘re getting better at this”
Seun gave him a half smile which was beginning to become his trademark “It’s what I do best and making money” Diddy turned towards Damsal
“You know what, if he frightens you anymore just call” He winked, Damsal unsure of what would happen if she did call lowered her voice “are you going to beat him up”. Diddy smiled, when he did his face looked young and child-like almost innocent
“no not really” he rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexed his arm “but let’s just say, I didn’t’t get these playing golf” His smile widened, radiating warmth. Seun rolled his eyes and turned towards the direction of the teacher, but not before Damsal overheard what he said under his, aware that she had heard him he turned once again in her direction, his eyes were closed to slits . “I hope you enjoy your stay in nairaland”. And with that he turned, a cold shiver ran up Damsal’s spine.
I don’t think I’m going to like this.

@ Ka
Thanks for your opinion on ma story, you are the first who i actually believe read throught it. Actually reading though the part of the story you pointed out as long sentences, i'm finding hard to compromise just becasue i talk really fast and so to me the puntuation seems right except when read slowly. The story was actually inspired by nairaland and so that's why you see familier characters, until Seun decided to burst ma bubble.
I guess he is the only unbelieveable character went a little over board with him. The story was actually comedy/fantasy. It was supposed to be like a caricature where i over expanciated everyone's character. I actually find it very complimentary that you want me to keep on writing, but i'll just have to drop ma pen on this story.

what? you mean to kick Seuns butt.

And Seun why on earth did you change the original title, i had a reason for using that.

Here it is, sorry about the people i used.

Damsal woke up soaked deep in her sweat her hands flew rapidly to her neck, in search of bite marks or blood. Relieved she realised that it was nothing but a dream, this wasn’t the first time but it was definitely getting worse, The alarm clock on her bedside table rang filing the room with a solemn lullaby an alarm clock her mum has given her when she was six, reluctantly Damsal got out of bed and headed straight for the shower.

Skipping breakfast had not been on Damsal’s list but after taking a look at the greasy bacon, oily eggs and lavishly buttered toast she knew she wouldn’t’t be able to take a bite without throwing up. Outside the cold air hit her instantly, Damsal shuddered and pulled her jacket tighter she had a bad feeling about today. The trees looked alive not surprising as it was early September, there was something strange about the way the wind blew harshly as if it were fighting and trying to tell her to get back into the house. Not ready to obey Damsal braced herself for the day and headed towards Nairaland College it was her first day at college and a good impression was what she intended to make. Damsal walked into the college building, surprisingly she had anticipated this say so much and now that it had arrived she wished she could go back to her safe haven Oakville Secondary school even if it meant standing Rhodalyn. The creepy feeling had not left her yet instead it was rising up her as a clod shiver making her more aware of it’s presence than ever. Holding her time-table she read the first lesson
“Politics”
She’d met a few members of her class while enrolling. “Here goes nothing” she muttered under her breath. Walking down the hall which was bustling mightily with new students wasn’t so easy.
“you are causing a traffic, gettings out of my way” A girl with a deep African accent shouted.
“I’m sorry didn’t mean to, you see I’m a bit lost- ” Damsal smiled politely hoping the girl would stop scrawling.
“and I am supposed to have finded you hun” pushing past Damsal she stalked away rudely
“one day I will just gives you a dirty slap”. Damsal watched her walk away, warning herself mentally to stay away from the freak, there was about a dozen things wrong with the girl and it did not just start from the bright yellow shoes and flaming red skirt.
“Hey, you are new here right?” the question startled Damsal, as she turned and came face to face with a wide smile, the girl looked quite tall with deep chocolate skin and bright eyes.
“Yes I am”
“Fair enough, the girl you just encountered was Moladun I’d advice you to stay out of her way”
“I’d already come to that conclusion. So you are Eveseh”
“Yeah how did you know that”
“heard quite a lot nice things about you”. Eveseh smiled again, she looked nice when she did her face lit up and she looked vulnerable and feline. “Your next lesson is down the hall“ Damsal gave a quizzical look. Eveseh had already started walking in the opposite direction, she said over her shoulder “don’t worry I know”
Damsal found herself standing outside the classroom. As she walked in tentatively, a few eyes shot up to asses her.
There was one she would have recognised even if she had been battered, bruised, hit with a sledge hammer and covered in blood.
Rhodalyn!!!
Well you know what they say careful what you wish for, Damsal went to sit by the window. It was just the right distance from Rhodalyn, who had maintained a silent, slow smile before turning away. Drusilla the teacher walked in out of breath.
“Morning class, sorry I’m late. To start the lesson I want each of you to go round the classroom and introduce yourself to each other” Damsal looked around, theses people are quick everyone seems to have already started introducing themselves-
“Hi my name is Seun Osewa” Damsal turned around at the sound of that deep cool voice, and froze, that soft mouth, piercing dark eyes and all black attire sent a shock to her nervous system, if she knew Rhodalyn so well then she knew this face even better.
It haunted her dreams,