Calling 1.2
There's blood on your hands. Not in the metaphorical, 'I did an evil deed' kind of way - although if you hadn't seen the bloodied corpse of his last victim, you might feel bad about killing the monster. No, you have some of the monster's blood on your hands, and it's really, really fucking gross. What kind of monsters are weak to wood, anyway, you ask yourself.
Then you're brought up short by a sinking feeling. Vampires are traditionally killed via wooden stake to the heart. You don't think the dust bit is part of the folklore... at least, not the traditional folklore. Some of the webforums and occult subreddits you browse talk about creatures like the one you killed. Inhuman strength, a thirst for blood - and turning to dust upon being pierced through the heart with a stake.
You're not that into the occult, but you've been all over the web in your fourteen years of existence. You're a child of the internet era. It's a weirder world out there than some people might like to admit, but this was a step too far. Actually, it was more like long walk to far.
That returns to the problem of your bloodied hands. You can't rock up to school looking like you've just won a bare-knuckled boxing match. Looking around, you notice a public toilet and duck inside, hoping nobody else going to your school caught a glimpse of your hands. The vampire blood comes off easy enough, and as you let the warm air of the hand dryer run over your hands you feel a sense of satisfaction.
After all that, the rest of the walk to school is almost disappointing. Almost, because the facade of the school really is impressive. Two wings of yellow coloured stone branched off from a greco-roman revivalist front; and a tiny voice in your mind reminded you that this was only the middle school. Walking up the street to the school gates, you grin as you see the huge oval.
It's still the first term of the year, so Summer uniform only. That means no blazers, no ties, and very little bulshit from the teacher at the gates. Unfortunately, it also means that it's stinking hot. It's not technically summer here, but hot autumn days aren't exactly rare.
As you walk into the school, making your way through the throng of people, you feel a chill up your spine. You stand a little straighter, look a little warier. There's something here that doesn't fit, something here that's wrong in a wa-
"You can feel it, right? I saw you freeze up when you crossed over the boundary," said a female voice from behind you. You turned around, to see a girl about your age standing near to you. She had bags under her eyes, and her uniform was disheveled.
"Wha -" you manage to get out before she interrupts.
"You know, the Hellmouth? That giant beacon of evil that's overpowering every mystical sense you have?" she said, and all you can think of is that you really hope what this girl's saying is the truth, because you don't have a lot of other options for info.
"I, uh, what I mean is - look, I have no idea what you're talking about. I woke up this morning and I was really strong, and I knew how to fight, and I got into a fight with what I'm fairly certain was a -" you paused, ushered the other girl out of earshot of the other students, and continued "with what I'm fairly certain was a vampire,"
"And you're not monster food because...?" the girl asked, backing away from you a little bit.
"Weren't you listening, wizard-girl? I suddenly got really strong and knew thirty seven different ways to kill people with a butter knife. Here, I'll show you," you say, quickly bending down one of the spikes atop the iron fence surrounding the school. After the girl's eyes had bulged out of her sockets, you bent it back.
"That's, uh, very strong. Okay, I believe you could win a fight with a vampire now. I just, um don't know what could do that to you. And, um, my name's Anna. Sorry for going all weird on you back there..."
"It's okay, really. You can call me Sarah. I didn't know that vampires or wizards or whatever were real until this morning, so I'm a little, uh, out of it. I really did feel something, though, when I stepped onto the school grounds. It was creepy as - okay I was gonna say hell, but that feels a little too literal here," you say, feeling relief that someone who knows a little bit about what's going on is here.
"You might have some pretty powerful magical talent or something if you could sense the hellmouth like that. I assumed you were some new hot-shot witch at first, to be honest," Anna replied.
"Let's just keep it to one new set of terrifying supernatural powers at once, okay?"
"Makes sense. Though, we should be getting to homeroom - which one are you in?" Anna asked.
"Uh, 5A," you reply, which makes her smile.
"Yes, same one - come on, show me your schedule. Woah, we have a bunch of classes together. We both have Dr. Flannery for humanities, right? We should stick around after class, talk to him about it. He runs a kind of study group for aspiring practitioners, and if anyone knows what the fuck happened to you it's gonna be him" Anna replied, and you paused for a second to think about it.
You were fairly confidant that you could win a fight with this dude, even if he whipped out magic missiles and fireballs. Fundamentally, you're really fast, really strong, and hit like a frieght train. There's not a lot of things out there that you know of that could even take a punch from you. That being said, it might not be wise to reveal yourself to a stranger like that. On the other, other hand, you really did need to know what was going on.
[x] Ask Dr. Flannery about your newfound strength and prowess.
[x] Don't - instead, try and rope Anna into researching it with you.