Bitter 'cause I'm better. (Luka)

[lukas alek brovushkina]

&. And I can rock a block party till your hair turns gray
I'm like Jimmy Walker I'm dynamite.

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Are you planning on waking up? Lukas groaned, cursing under his breath and throwing his arm over his eyes in a big too keep the thought of waking up out. While he had no real need for sleep, that didn't mean he didn't entertain the idea. It was a good thing. His body always felt relaxed after sleep better than it did after just a few minutes rest. His rigorous excersise regime day after day took its toll, and no matter how quickly he seemed to heal, he never really felt as rejuvinated as he did after a good nights sleep. He could see why the humans enjoyed it so much. Rolling out of bed he ignored the voice in his head, glancing at the girl in his bed. He didn't know her name and didn't plan to find out by sticking around. Slowing but with a growing pace, he slinked around, grabbing his clothes that were scattered on the floor and sliding from the room as quietly as possible. Walking through the girls dorms he ignited whispers which only made him smirk. He'd had most of the girls here. Repeatedly he might have added, but they still never failed to look at him as if he were something new to the world. It was exciting and annoying all at the same time. A pleasure and a burden.

When he was clear of the girls dorm he found himself wandering towards the sports field. He could smell the athletisim already, and it was too heavy a scent for the morning. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a crumpled packet of indian ciggerattes. The familiar smell of tobacco invaded his senses, and placing the ciggeratte in his mouth and lighting up with a clipper lighter he sighed, deep and relieved. "Thank god for the small pleasures." He smiled, sucking in a deep drag. Cancer was the least of his worries, seeing as it would never plague him, he smoked vaguely similarly to a chimmeny. As he walked he nodded and smiled at some of his friends, and even some people he didn't even recall names of. They were mostly guys. He couldn't keep girls as friends, everything got too complicated when you were friends with girls, and they always seemed to expect more. Like love.

The idea made him queasy, and finding a spot near a near a gym class that was taking place, he pushed the feeling back down. He couldn't understand people who fell in love. He'd seen it happen first hand and all that came from it was weakness. He was lucky in that aspect not to show weakness, he was strong both physically and mentally, and for years he'd psyched himself for the Games, waiting for them. Love was an after thought, and it was no secret that girls fawned over him, trying to be the one who would change his opinion on love. The boys however looked up to him, part of him thought they admired his strength, but around the academy, admiration wasn't a quality most shared. It was mostly jealousy. Lukas had lost count of the times he'd been challenged, and damn his pride he could never turn a challenge down.

Sucking in another drag on his ciggeratte, Lukas watched the Junior gym class closely. There was something about the way they ran, the way they seemed eager to please and too over sure of themselves. While there was only a year or so difference between the seniors and Juniors, Lukas couldn't help but feel a certain superiority over them. His friends shared his views, and a couple walking passed laughed, waving at him. "Watching the competition again?" Lukas laughed, waving back and shrugging. "You know me, I just like to know what I'm up against." That was true in a sense. Mostly he just liked to know how he could beat people. His competitivness was infamous, and stubbing out his ciggeratte he unglued his eyes from them for just a minute. It was cold out, and he wished to feel a slight bit of warmth. He hated the cold, as much as he hated the cold of his own skin. He sighed, and began to watch again, his interest in the action waning more and more within the second.

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[luka layden merik]

Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong
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Gym class. Luka hated gym class. He saw not point in making it a required class for all the species her at school. It wasn't like he had to work on being healthy. He was a vampire for goodness sake. His body would never change again after he turned 25. He was already in an ideal shape that would only improve on its own for another eight years. He was already incredibly fast and strong. He didn't need to be running with the rest of the class. But here he was trailing behind the large crowd of junior boys. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, so he remained at the back of the pack, with the humans.

Luka was not a vampire for theatrics. He could give the demons a run for their money, if he so chose. His hoodie moved with him loosely as he ran at an uncomfortable slow pace. His steps were very graceful. Vampire abilities made him more fluid and agile in his movements. He had often been refured to as a dancer. He scoffed at the idea. He'd leave that to the females. Even the demons in the class were clumsy compared to Luka.

Greenish-yellow eyes peered out from under the brim of his gray fedora. He saw the senior guys. Each one of them in that group, had a superiority complex. They viewed the underclassmen as inferior. He was just as smart as they were. He could have skipped last year and been within the same ranks. Yet, that would mean returning to the hell back home with his father a year early.

He growled under his breath as he ran past them. He knew the one that led the group by reputation. His name was Lukas. He was a womanizer and treated the girls like dirt. It wasn't like Luka hadn't had his shares of flings, but at least he respected his partners.

He smirked to himself after he past the group. His last fling came to mind. Little Miss Alice Black. Underneath the sensual and cruel demon surface, was a sweet angel. His fling with her blossomed into a lovely friendship...with benefits. He liked her...not to mention she was smoking hot and let him feed from her when he wanted. He was reminded by that thought of the slow burn in the back of his throat. Hunger was growing in him. He glanced at his watch. Another hour of this to go. He knew this was going to be a long day.