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Victor – Red Alisa’s mind – Blue Alisa’s Speech – Light Blue Andrew - Yellow Marcus - Purple Dion – Dark Green Brandon – Pink André – Orange Dad – Light Green Teachers – Brown Supporting (Minor) Characters – Grey Demon’s within - Black
Part 1 I gracefully climbed out of my fathers Beautiful black Mercedes Benz and walked towards the ancient red brick front office. As I walked up to the front office I looked around the school noticing only three people who were stupid enough to arrive as early as I had. Dion Lovell, Marcus Bane and Victor Shard were leaning against a brick wall discussing the spring formal. They were the three most popular kids in school. Victor Shard was the most popular guy in school, mostly due to the fact he was a vampire. I never understood why but all the girls at our school—no matter what they were—threw themselves at him. Every on of them seemed to have a thing for vampires, and in a way I could see the appeal. They were all intelligent, athletic and incredibly hansom. Victor was a tall muscular guy with golden brown hair and liquid blue eyes that seemed to turn you very soul to ice the second he’d look at you. Marcus bane was Victor’s best friend and the second most popular guy in school. He was a werewolf. I never really saw the appeal to dating a werewolf, they were incredibly dangerous. Not to mention rude and very vain when given the chance to be. Marcus was very tall, probably taller than victor and had deep tanned skin. I’ll admit his appearance was never lacing, but there’s limited point in having a pretty box when you become disappointed and realize its hollow on the inside. Dion Lovell, no there’s a piece of work. She was what normal schools would probably refer to as the queen bee. She was a shape shifter and therefore naturally beautiful. She could change anything and everything about herself if she wished and that made her highly sought after when it came to the male population. What guy wouldn’t want a girl that could change completely to what he wanted in the snap of a finger? I knew the answer to that. Victor was that kind of guy. Dion threw herself at him constantly and yet he didn’t seem to like her in the least. Perhaps he thought it gross to date someone of a different species. But no matter what the reason he didn’t seem to be interested in anyone at this school. He could have anyone he wanted and yet he chose to have no one. It confused me, but it wasn’t my life to live. Victor’s eyes suddenly flashed over to mine and a small wicked smile crossed his face. I blushed but kept looking at him as I walked. He winked at me and I couldn’t help it when a small giggle escaped my lips. I reached the office doors and walked into the old depressing redbrick room. “Hello Alias how was spring break?” Miss Vernon asked, I smiled and leaned against the bench.
“Just as boring as always. Would you be able to give me a copy of my schedule?” I asked politely, she smiled and retrieved a small pamphlet and sheet of paper for me. “You know the drill. That’s the School pamphlet, your time table and your locker combination. Have fun alias.” Mrs. Vernon said as I walked out of the building, I had enough time to whip my head around and say cheerfully “I will. Thank you Mrs. Vernon” I said politely as the door closed behind me. I couldn’t help but look over at Victor and his friends as I glanced down my time table. He caught my eye and somehow held my gaze. He winked at me again and I blushed. I decided to go find my locker before my knees gave way to my stupid female hormones. I loved this school; it was the first of its kind. For the last 600 years humans and magical creatures have been divided into separate towns and schools. It wasn’t until my dad became exceedingly wealthy did things start to change. When his father past away he inherited a large sum of money which he used to transfer his school from an all girls humanitarian school into a multi cultural and sexual school. Boys and girls of all races were aloud to come to this school, most of the girls transferred out when the magical specie diversity became larger than there own demographic. And now there are only six of us left in the entire school. And I’m the only female. My dad asked me to come to this school to set an example to the rest our race that we didn’t need to fear these people. We could all get along fine. And I’m more than happy to say I’ve proven that fact one hundred percent correct. I seem to be the minority in this school and for once I don’t mind. My own best friend was a Telekentic being. But along with his telecenetic capabilitys also came empathy. Being a telekentic basically means you have the ability to manipulate and control objects with the mind, often in ways not visible to the naked eye.Where as empathy means he basially had the ablilty to read or sense the emotions and control the emotions or feelings of others. He is an incredably lucky person and one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet. His white blond hair frames his face prefectly and his sky blue eyes stand out against his plain pail features. This was my second year at this school and unfortunately it would be my last. I was in my tenth year of school meaning my next stop was two more years of college before heading off to university. My father and the chairmen have been throwing around the idea of extending our school into a college but so far its still nly an idea. As I walked down the back Building E I came to my locker and familiarised myself with its
possition. It was between E11 and E12. I opened my locker and stuffed my bag inside. I looked over my time table and found I had one of my favorate classes up first. I had a double block of Math. I had always been the math girl, the girl that seemed to know the answer to everything. But the truth was I just happened to have a lot of free time since I moved to this small town. There wasn’t any music or creative writing coarse I could take and I was far to lazy to actually play any team sports so I had a lot of time for studying. I collected my books in a neet pile and checked the time. It would be another twenty minutes before class started so I decide to get there early and give some attention to my much neglected composisions. I hadnt written anything new in almost a month and my mood was starting to reflect that. I had always seemed to feel more depressed when I wasn’t writing or composing. I walked to class and found the door wide open as usual. I took my seat at the back left cornor as usuall and rummaged through my books for something legable to write on. “Hello alisa” a soft heavenly voice cooded. I jumped at the unexpected surprise and found victor laughing at my expression. I sighed and giggled at my own response. “Oh, hello Victor” I said polietly before turning my attention back to the blank piece of paper. “How was your spring break?” he asked as if he were actally interested. I looked at him with an astranged confused look on my face that made him laugh. We sat in silence for what seemed like and eternity untill he finally turned around and said. “Did I say something to offend you?” he asked mimicking my exact expression. “Why are you talking to me? You never talk to me, ever.” I said without changing my expression. He raised his eye brows then smile. “Well, I suppose I was very distrot last year. I was most likely very neglective to everyone around me. I’m sorry if my behaviour offended you” he said placing his ice cold hand on mine. I stared at his hand for a moment. So now he was talking to me and touching me? What the hell was going on? He retracted his hand so it was centemeters away and looked into my eyes appologeticly. “I’m sorry, I’m being quiet offensive today arent i?” he asked rhetoricly as he laughed at himself. I giggled slightly myself then shook my head. “No, its just a change from the normal igroed expressions I usually get from you.” I said looking back down at my blank piece of paper. It was apparent I wasn’t going to get anything finished. I crumpled the paper and threw it into the bin. To my amazement it actually went in. I smile to my
self then rearranged my books into an orderly pile. Victor took the seat beside me and watched me intently as I stared at the white bord. “What? Do I have something on my face?” I finally asked, he laughed then looked away. “No, I’m sorry. I just cant seem to help myself.” He said appologeticly. “Help yourself from what?” I asked. He whiped his head back around and pressed his lips against mine. At first I was surprised, both by his actions and by the fact that his lips somehow felt warm. And before I knew it, I was kissing him back. He crushed his frozen face into mine then pulled my legs across his lap. I stopped then pulled away. He stopped as well and looked into my eyes confused. “What?” he finally asked. “I’m not going to be your lunch ok.” I said sternly. I expected him to either get angry and push me away, wich frankly I didn’t want. Or laugh and think I was joking. Thankfully he took it the right way and laughed. “I’ve already fed this week.” He said flashing me a brilliant smile that revealed his slightly elongated K9’s. he leaned up to kiss my lips but I pulled away. “umm… What does this mean exactly?” I asked as I pressed my finger against his lips. He smiled and kissed my finger. “What do you want it to mean?” he asked in an ncredably sexual tone that made my body quiver. Stupid hormones. “That depends, do you want it to mean something?” I asked. I wasn’t the kind of girl to kiss people I barely knew and then never talk to them again. “Well, I hoped it would mean something to you. But if you don’t want me, I’ll understand. Well, no. I wont understand, but I’ll respect your decision.” He clearified. I smiled and kissed his lips. “This means a lot to me.” I said happily. I felt his hand reach around and cup my small ass in his stronge muscular hands. Then someone cleared there throat loudly. I pulled away and marcus looked pissed. Shit. “You don’t mess around do you victor?” marcus said in a scolding tone. I realised the possision I was in was not lady like. “Marcus, can you do me a favor” I asked as I bit my lip. He seemed surprised by my sudden intrest. He smiled and cocked his head to the side. “And what would you like me to do for you?” he asked. I smiled and looked down at victor who was also watching me intensly. “Either leave the room and come back in when the bell goes or turn around so I can get off Victor without giving you a peep show.” I said with a wide smile. Marcus burst out into a wild fit of laughter but did as I asked
and turned around. I quickly removed myself from victors lap and sat back in my seat. Victor lenaed against my side and entwined our fingers together. Why did he suddenly want to date me? He never dated anyone, ever. Marcus took one of the vacant seat’s infront of us and put his feet up on the other chair. “so I take it Dion wont be joining us then?” I asked as I watched marcus get comfy. He chuckled but kept his eyes closed. “No, she’ll be here. It’s just fun to piss her off.” He said as he kicked some dirt from his boots on to the yellow plastic chair. I giggled slightly. “She’s a blonde isnt she? Just act intelligent. That should work” I said sarcasticly. To my sprise marcus laughed. “Yeah, what can I say. Teasing an air head just gets better and better. I like this girl victor. You sure can pick ‘em” he said as he threw an aproving grin at victor. He smiled and kissed my cheek. “I wont dissagree with you there.” He said with a wide smile. I bit my lip and giggle internalyy. “So why did you pick me over Dion. I mean, its obvious she likes you.” I said as I stared at victor. Victor smiled then started laughing. “well for one thing, Dion maybe able to change her appearance but unfortunately her persoality stays the same. Besides, she’s predictable. Your… different. I never expect you to do things the way you do, and you seem to be the only girl at school that doesn’t throw yourself at me. Why is that?” he asked. I smiled and looked away from his eyes. “I always liked you, its kind of hard not to. I just never saw the use in chasing something… you thought you couldn’t have.” I explained looking into his eyes at the end. He kissed my lips lightly then pulled away. “I liked you since the beginning. You were different. I like different.” He said as he gave me yet another pleasant kiss. He wasn’t the first man I’d ever kissed but he was the first man I’d ever wanted to kiss. Marcus laughed when he herd a high pitched voice clear her voice. I pulled away angain to see Dion glaring at me. She wacked marcus’s feet off the chair I swapped it for a clean one. She sat down und punched Marcus’s arm. He smiled at her futile attempt to injure a werewolf. Even I had to laugh at that. She turned around and glowered again. Within a few minutes the entier class room was full. And as I expected everyone was watching victor and myself. They all stared at the new found effection he had for me and I for him. The two least likely people together. The super hottie vampire with a total nerd human. It was strange for prey to fall in love with a predator but what could I say. I was incredably strange. The door swung open and our Math
teacher Mr. Vernon entered the room. He was a college professor, but was also one of my dads closest friends. So he did my father a favor and came to work for him. “Hello class, Im Mr. Vernon and I’ll be your teacher for this subject. Lets get started shall we?” he asked. He flashed a quick smile at me and I smiled back. When he began his lecture I tore my gaze away from victor and payed attention to my work. Victor pulled our hands off the table and onto my leg. He started to trace his way up my thigh, but I quickly slaped his hand away and plonked it back into his lap. Sure I kissed him without thinking about it, but I wasn’t a complete hussy. He laughed then pulled our hands back to the table. The leture and book work was easy, usually Mr. Vernon would give me extra work afterwards that was more at my level. When it finally finished dion and marcus picked up there books and stormed out without so mush as an ‘I’ll see you later’ or a friendly ‘good bye’. Adrian leaned over and pecked my cheek before gathering up his books and standing. “I’ll meet you at your locker” he said before leaving. Mr Vernon walked over and handed me a large thick text book called. ‘Mathamatics specialised’ he explained to me how he wanted the work set out and how far he wanted me to go. He wanted me to finish and hand in one chapter per math lesson. Do able was the only thing I thought. I gathered up my books and headed for my locker. Suddenly something triped me and all my books went flying… Ouch! “Stay Away From Victor!” I herd Dion yell at me. I couldn’t help myself but laugh.
“Whats so Funny?” she asked obviously angered by the fact I found her futile attempt to stop me from seeing Victor. I continued to laugh as I picked myself off the floor and gathered my book. I face dion and stiffled my laughter. “You really think that just because you trip me over, I’m going to stay away from victor? Listen to me dion, he doesn’t like you at all. Get over him! Your either insane or deluded, but either way I’m not going to stay away from him.” I said confidently before walking off. I could feel how absolutely outraged dion was, she wasn’t use to being put in her place. I strod confidenly to my locker and ignored the hundred of students that watched me in shock and awe. Dion was never stood up to by anyone. The guys would never say anything because that would ruin there chances of getting with her, and the girls would never say anything because it would most likely be detremental to there popularity status. But that didn’t matter to me. I was the only female human in our entire school. Stuff like that didn’t faze me anymore. I got to my locker and shoved my much neglected books in with a sigh. “Hey Sexy” I herd a familiar voice call. I turned my head to see my best friend smiling brightly at me. “ANDREW!!!” I screamed breaking threw several octaves that havent been breached even in the field of opera. I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug. “I missed you! How was Hawii?” I asked as I pulled away and slamed my locker closed. “Hot and boring, just like the girls” he said with a wide grin, I laughed and nugged his arm playfully. I leaned against my locker and waited. Andrew stared at me, obviously he hasn’t her the news. “What are you doing?” he finally asked. I ran my fingers through my thick brown curls and smiled. “I’m waiting for victor… were kind of. Yeah…” I said trying to tell him what had happened without having to actually say it. Honestly I didn’t know what to call it. He said what happened mattered, so I guess he was my boyfriend. But was it ok to say that? “Your Kidding? You and Victor? That blood-sucker!” he said in an outraged tone, I whacked his arm. “Don’t call him that! you know very well what religion victor practices. He’s not like other vampires!” I yelled at him, I felt incredably defensive of victor for some reason. But I suppose I had always felt defensive when it came to racical differences. Especially when the races had very little in common and therefore had such strong offensive ethical views of one another.
“Alisa you know as well as me that there just rumor’s you don’t actually think there true? Not many vampires can controll there thirst long enough to find a host willing to give blood. They’d go crazy!” he yelled. I took one final look around the hall’s and yet there was no victor. I gave up. I didn’t want to fight with andrew anymore and I couldn’t be stuffed waiting for victor. He could find me when he wanted to. “Look andrew I don’t want to fight about this. Your right, I don’t know if there true. But I’ve never seen victor feed on any one. I cant be bothered waiting anymore, lets just go. Mirrisa and everyone’s probably waiting for us anyway” I said as I shrugged off my locker and headed towards the old art department. Andrew usually hung out with a group of friends there during recess and luch when I wasn’t studying or sketching at will I’d go with him. I had an obsesion when it came to art. I could draw until my fingers fell off and I could study until I was sure my brain was going to over heat. Andew and I walked down to the art labs in silence for once. It wasn’t awkward. It was kind of like a silent reunion, we walked relitively close. Our arms were almost touching, but I suppose that’s the length of space andrew and I usually had from one another. I was staring at the ground in front of me and I knew soon enough I was going to hit something. I only hoped andrew would have the decencey to warn me before hand. “Alisa!” I herd marrisa call. I whiped my head up and smiled at my vivatious red headed friend. No doubt she had already herd the news, people at this school would have gotten the word out five seconds after they saw us. One of the many benefits of being able to show people images with your mind. Lucky manipulators. A minipulator is a name for a supream being able to manipulate things like vision memory sencory perception. “Hey Marrisa.” I say polietly as she grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. “I herd about victor, congradulations.”she whispered. I pulled away and laughed “Thanks Marrisa. Your not going to tell anyone are you?” I asked biting my lip. She laughed at my expresion and linked arms with me. “its not going to be necessary. Every body knows. And I mean everybody. How the hell did it happen anyway? Did u ask him or did he ask you?” she asked. Marrisa had always been a gossip queen. I couldn’t deny her a chance to feel important.
“I don’t know how it happened. We were just sitting in math and then the next thing I knew… he kissed me.” I said as I blushed a deep red. “What! You kissed him? Omg! Alisa your so lucky, he’s so hot!” she yelled. I cracked up and kept walking I flashed a quick embarrest smile at andrew. But what I found in his emotion made my stomach turn sour. He was angry. Like he was about to set the school a flame if he could. But luckily the only thing he could manipulate was my thoughts and feelings. But andrew would never do that. he was far to morral to do that. I took andrews hand in my free one and smiled at him in a questioning manner. He just smiled back and shook his head. Obviously he didn’t want to tell me what was going on. “Alisa, whats up girl?” Brandon called over his shoulder. He stoped throwing his flame ball around and walked towards me. Brandon was an elemant minipulator. He could control the five elements and make them do whatever he wanted. I shook off marrisa and andrew arms and walked over to branden, I gave him a quick hug and pulled away. “Im good Baby boy how are you” I said in a teasing voice. He hated when I called him by his pet name. he scowled at me playfuly and mussed my hair. I whacked his hands away and poked out my tongue like a five year old. He smiled at me and pulled me over to the art room wall. He pulled out one of the old discarded bricks and pulled me onto my knee’s. “Whatch this.” He comanded. He closed his eyes and broke off a small piece of the brick. He squeezed it in his hands a a small bright light flashed out like and illuminecent beem. He smiled and opened his eye. I looked at his still confused and then examined the small heart shaped piece of brick in his hand. It was perfectly chiseled and incredably smooth. He handed it to me and whisperd “Good luck with your vampire lover boy, do me a favor though. Don’t let him bite you, or andrew and I are going to have to do some damage.” He said with a wicked smile. I gave him a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. “Thanks Baby, I love you guys.” I said as I felt my eyes redden. He smiled at me and wiped away the small tear. “We love you to, your like my little sister. And no vampire is going to sink his teeth into my sister.” He said sarcasticly. I smacked his arm I examined the pice of brick that now resembled a stone heart and smiled. Marrisa quickly came to join me. “Ooh that’s pretty can I see it?” she asked quickly, I giggled at her entusiasm over a small shiny rock but handed it to her any way. She smiled and examined it closely. “You know I could turn this into a necklace if you want, it wont take me long. I have double studdy next
anyway and I’m sure our life style and fashion teacher wouldn’t mind me using some suppies.” She said thoughtfuly. I smiled and nodded. “Thanks marrisa. Don’t do anything you don’t want to though. I don’t want to be the reason why your failing in class.” I said sternly. She giggled and kissed my cheek. “It’ll be fun. It’s the first day of school, I don’t have any home work silly.” She said happily. I smiled and got to my feet. I spent most of first break saying hello to old friends and chatting about other peoples hollidays. Mine was incredably boring. Mostly helping dad out with paperwork and student regestration forms. “Hello love.” I herd a sweetly melodic voice call. I whiped my head around and forgot about the current conversation I had been having. “Hello” I said back with a sickly sweet smile. I felt so pethetic. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you at your locker, I was unfortunately otherwise engaged.” He said. Frankly I didn’t care if he stood me up to debate weather or not the moon was made of cheese. I was just happy to see him. How strange. “Its ok, I’m sorry I didn’t wait.” I said with a slight laugh. He sat down beside me and took my hand in his. I smiled and looked around for his friends. “Hey where are dion and marcus?” I asked. It wasn’t like him to be seen with out them following him around. He smiled and shrugged. “Marcus’s playing basket ball with a few of the state players and dion… well lets just say she apparently didn’t take your earlier conversation well. I’m sorry about that, she’s a very persistent person. It gets quite tiering after a while, but you jus cant tell some people no.” he said with a sigh. I rested my head agaist his shoulder and he soon let his head fall on top of mine. “Its ok, I can see how its hard for her to accept the obvious.” I said with a slightly smugg grin on my face. How was it someone so perfectly fake ended up with no one and I had victor? Some one as plain and imperfect as me was with someone and unique and flawless ad victor. It was strangely satisfying to know. “What can I say, shallow’s not my type.” He said confidenly. I suddenly felt horrible. Surely she wasn’t that bad. “What is your type then?” I asked. He smiled down at me and laughed. “You’re my type.” He said in a sweet tone that made me smile. He leaned in and touched his frozen lips to mine. I herd branden make a loud wolf whistle and I tried my best to ignor him, but I couldn’t help myself. I cracked up laughing and poked my toungue out at him.
“not cool baby boy! Not cool.” I said as I squinted angrily at him. He laughed and turned his attention back to his horribly dangerous game of fire ball. He and a few other element minipulators would use a fire ball and throw it against the wall back and forth. It wasn’t dangerous for them, but the rest of us were at risk. “Sorry” I said with a blushed expression. He smiled and kissed my lips lightly again. “your forgiven” he said in a sarcastic cheerful tone that melted my heart into a warm liquid putty. How on earth did he have this effect on me. I felt like I’d been with him for years instead of mere hours. At that moment the bell rang but victor and I simply continued. It wasn’t until I pulled away for air we actually stopped. I smiled up at him and bit my lip. “We better get to class.” I said quietly. He smiled and kissed my cheek. “I believe you’ll be pleasently surprised now. I bribed Mrs. Vernon. Our scheduals are identicle, with the small eception to drama and art classes for you. I’m afraid I’m not tallented in the arts.” He said happily. I smiled and kissed his lips once more. “That sounds good to me, what do we have now then?” I asked happily. He pulled out his schedualr and looked over todays lesson’s. “You have a double of art and I have a double of pysical education.” He said ruefully. I smiled and got to my feet. He gracefully followed me and for a moment i was incredably jelous of his grace. “I’ll see you after class. I think dion may need my help.” He said with a slight frown on his lips. I nodded and sighed. “Bro’s before hoe’s” I said, he chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Your not my hoe, you’re my girlfrined. Theres a difference.” He said in an angelic tone. I smiled and kissed him goodbye. When I got to art class I was greeted by several popular people I had barely ever had contact with. Obviously they all wanted to hear the gossip about victor and I but I really wasn’t in the mood. I found myself drawing still life portraits of him for the entier double. I added as much detail as I possibly could. By the time the double was over I had completed six different pictures in full detailed black and white. One of him sitting against the brick wall of the art department with his legs up against his chest. One of his face staring at me vaugly. One of his running his fingers through his hair. One where he was studying at a desk of an empty class room. One with him and me sitting togather as I rested my head on his shoulder. And one of him kissing me. Though I drew myself far to pretty and him no where near as godly as he was. I love him and I had no idea how… or why? I hadn’t loved him
before this morning. Sure I always though he was very good looking, but I knew nothing about him. All I knew was that he was a vampire and he lived alone. He didn’t love dion though she constantly threw herself at him and marcus was his best friend. Other than that we were complete strangers. I surprised myself by how much I acually knew about him. It had only been a day. i gatherd up my sketch book and walked over to the teacher. Mr Renalds and I were on very good basic with one another. He was a great artist and an even better photographer. We talked for a short time about the lesson and somehow got onto the subject of me and victor, apparently that news had come to his attention as well. I never thought of Mr renalds as a teacher. More like a uni student I suppose. He had been involved in the arm for several years before he came here and it showed in his apearence. Out side of school I would generally call him micheal, but considering we were in school I always thought it inaproprite to adress him by his first name. I showed him my sketches and as a suprising cohincidence, he was impressed. He said my technique and attention to detail was brilliant, he even asked if he could keep one on display. I told him I’d have to ask victor of coarse after all the picture was of him. He liked the sketch of victor and me kissing and wanted to use that one for display. It made me slightly uncomfortable but decided if it was for arts sake. The girl didn’t really look like me anyway, nor did the man look like victor. He was no where near as gorgeous. But micheal seemed to think they looked very much alike. I was startled by a knock at the door. I turned around to face my beloved vampire and smiled brightly. He strode into the room and imediately caught site of the sketches. “What are those?” he aske in a sarcastic voice, it made me giggle with embarrasment. He started examining the pictures and running his finger over the pencil lines. “Sketches… I got bored and I suppose the only interesting thing I could think about started apearing on my paper.” I said as I looked up at my godly vampire. He smiled at me and kissed me forehead. “There incredable” he said in a surprised tone. I blushed and shook my head. “There terrible. They don’t look a thing like you.” I said in a disgrunteled tone. “Really? I think its uncanny. Well I suppose the picture makes me seem more hansome than I am, but it’s still very good.” He said as he looked over the other sketches, compairing and examining them all.
“Quite the contrary I think” I mummbled under my breath. He smiled at me before michael demanded his attension. “Do you mind if we display this picture in the art department? Alissa doesn’t seem to mind having it displayed but she thought we should ask you all the same.” He said as he handed victor the small piece of paper I longed to keep hidden. The kissing picture. He examined it closely and a small smile seemed to creep across his face as I bit my lip in antisipation of his answer. “That’s fine, I don’t have a problem with being portraid as a casanova like figure.” He said happily. I smiled and took his hand. “Do you want the others?” I asked micheal. He smiled at my words and jumped at the oportunity. “Would you mind?” he asked hoping I wouldn’t take it back. Before I got to say anything victor spoke. “only if I can keep this one.” He said in a strangely satisfied tone. He held up the piture of him and me sitting together as I rested my head on his shoulder. I blushed but nodded. He slid the piece of paper into his folder so he wouldn’t crumple it and handed Michael the rest. “I’ll see you wednesday” micheal called out to us, but we were already gone.
We walked silently together back to my locker and he watched me intently as I put away my books. When I closed my locker and turned to face him, he looked down at me and smiled. Not saying anything, just smiling. “Where’s your locker?” I asked as I slowly grew tiered of this awkward silence. He smiled and looked away for a moment as he stared down the empty hallway. “Wait here.” He said, waiting for me to reply. I was skeptical at first but nodded. He smiled and in a flash of painful wind that wiped violently at my face. He was gone. I leaned against my locker and waited for him to come back. It wasn’t long before I felt the same gust of wind brush my hair to the right. I turned in the same direction to see victor leaning against the locker next to me. He smiled and bent down to kiss my lips. I didn’t want to ruin this moment but there were question’s I need to ask him, and answers I desperatly needed. “Victor. Can I ask you something, you don’t have to answer if its to personal.” I said averting my eyes from his gaze. He thought about it for a moment and then smile. He took my hand and started walking. “Anything you want to know” he said. I smiled and automaticly felt better. I bit my lip, deciding how to word it exactly. “Wich rumors true?... about your eating habits I mean” I clearified. He furrowed his brow for a moment. “What rumors?” he asked. I supressed a chuckle and looked up at him. “You really havent herd them?” I asked. He smiled and shook his head. “Nope. What rumors?” he asked, seeming suddenly incredably interested. I bit my lip and subconsiously squeezed his hand. “Well, there are two main ones” I said, he smiled and kissed my cheek unexpectedly. “Are they really that bad?” he asked. I blushed and shook my head. “I suppose not, well… are you on the restricted diet or … the more perverted verson?” I asked as I bit down harder on my lip. He chuckled slightly. “And by restricted you mean do I either feed from willing participants and prepackaged blood? And when you say the more perverted verson you mean do I… rape… my subjects first.” He said slyly. I laughed at the fact he was just as self consious about this as I was. “Yes that’s wheat I mean” I said letting a small laugh escape my lips. He smiled and laughed a little himself. “Well, at the moment I’m on a restricted diet as you put it, but last year… I fell in with a bad crowd. I was lucky I convinced myself it wasn’t right… it
was strange to want something so much… and yet not want to do it.” He said, as if he were speeking to him self now. I looked up at him confused. “What did you want?” I asked, he smiled down at me and kissed my lips lightly. “You…” he whispered when he pulled away. I blushed but kept walking. I had never felt it before, but every moment I was around him my body burned for him. I wanted him horribly. But I was a christian. No sex before marrage and all that bull shit. I sighed audioably and her victor chuckle beside me. “Your upset because I want you?” he asked as he questioned my sanity. I blushed and shook my head. “I’m a christian” I said “Oh, I see” he said with a slightly smug smile on his face. “You cant try the cake before you buy it.” He said under his breath. I laughed and knocked his arm playfuly. “Something like that.” I said. He smiled and soon enough I realised where we were. We were outside the gym, I knew victor and his group usually hung around here but I’d only been here for PE lessons. It felt weird to be here during lunch times. “Victor!” cried a very excited dion. She ran up and jumped into victors arms. I laughed when victor threw me a discused look. He shortly pushed her off him and acted like a gentel man about what had just happened . he completely forgot. “Hey V. What ya been doing?” I herd Jarad call, the tall african american man smiled down at me and gave me an all to persuasive wink. I giggled a little and moved closer to victor. Jarad was incredably attractive, but I was with victor someone even more incredable. “Surely you know” he said polietly. Jarad nodded then looked my body up and down I threw him a disgruntled look. I wacked victors arm and stuck my tongue out like a five year old. He laughed and kissed my forehead. “I didn’t mean it that way” he said in a reasurring tone. I rolled my eyes the looked back at jarad. “Hey Jarad.” I said polietly, he smiled and beconed for my hand. I gave it to him and expected to shake it. He fliped it over and kissed its back. I blushed and smiled. “Hello Alisa, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.” He said in a slightly seductive tone. I took back my hand and smiled. “No I suppose we havent, but you know my name and I know yourse that’s a pretty good start.” I said happily, he laughed then nodded.
“Gonna help us even out the teams?” he asked both victor and i. I laughed and shook my head. “I think I’ll just watch.” I said happily. He nodded and looked up at victor. I followed jarads gaze and looked at victor. He was biting his lip and looking at me. I laughed and let go of his hand. “Go have fun, I’ll watch” I said happily, trying to fake enthustiasm. I must have done a good job because he seemed incredably happy. He leaned down and kissed my lips, cupping my face with his hands. “Thank you” he whsipered. I smiled and giggled. I pushed him off towards the cort. “Go have fun. I’ll still be here when your finished.” I said smiling happily. He smiled happily and ran off quickly with jarad. Well, it seemed fast to me. I went and sat at a bench preparing myself to watch the most boring thing on gods earth. Sport. Suprisingly as I watched victor, I wasn’t bored. I was interested. Watching him was like free time to oogle over his beautiful god like body. He and his friends had discarded there shirts before they started and now most were becoming very swety. Yum. I watched as victor and his friends played basket ball on the large profesional basket ball cort the school council just built. I remember getting dad to sign it. I always read over his paperwork twice so he didn’t forget anything. After all, his plate was a bit full lately. He had been dealing with the towns foke and unfortunately yet another human droped out of school this year. Darren radcliff. Not many of the humans in town are accepting the sudden changes that have happened over the past couple hundred years. 600 years ago multipul different creatures came forth from the shadows. And with them came a new violent confusing era. In the beginning many people thought these creatures should be destoryed, and should go back to the relm of storys and firy tales were they belonged. But there were others of our kind, people like my family tree, that both married into and hid such cretures. Not one person I have ever know (Thant was of relation to me) had anything agaisnt such people. Sure they had questions and some were confused at times, but none held anything against them. My best friends were of different races, I was shuned by my own race. Simply because I wasn’t a racist bastard! I suppose it seemed strange to mix with those who were different. But still, why go to such extremes. Hell my own boyfriends a fricken vampire for christ sake! I herd a loud thud beside me and was abruptly pulled from my train of thought. I looked over at the tall strong man sitting beside me. He was quite large in his appearance. But not fat, muscular. The man laughed.
“I’m sorry for intruding, but I couldn’t help but be swept up in your thoughts. Your quite an interesting person. Very unique” he said calmly, as if it were a complement. “So that’s your ability then, you can hear my thoughts?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. Well that’s good to know. “Truly it is” he said. Oh shit. Sorry… but its hard to control thoughts. He smiled and nodded. “No, I’m sorry for intruding, its usually easy to ignor the rants and raves of most people at this school. But I’ve never examined your mind before. Its incredably interesting. You see the world very differently that others of your race. I was starting to think you were all racists at heart.” He said with a wide grin, as if the fact amused him. I don’t see why its so funny, its horrible. I don’t understand how people can be so god damn narrow minded… it annoys the hell out of me. Another fricken person droped out because of it. Its going to be the death of me. He smiled apologeticly and held out his hand for mine. I took his hand with a smile and shook it. “The names Pierce. John Pierce, but most people call me by my last name.” he said, giving me permision to use his last name. I smiled and nodded. “thanks. Surely you know my name, being a mind reader and all… can I ask you something” I asked I made sure not to think of the question so he wouldn’t get an early head start. He smiled at my cunning plot to keep him out and sighed happily. “sure.”he said simply. Why the hell did victor ask me out now? I mean he’s never talked to me before… never even really been nice to me either. Why now?.... and…. Well… does this mean anything to him? Or am I just… someone. He smiled and turned his body away from victors direction. “Well, he asked you out because he likes you. Enough said. He only asked you out now because he believes he strong enough to fight his erges… but I think otherwise. And yes alisa, you do mean a lot to him, your not just some way to test his self control. He does love you.” He said. I smiled and yet I had no idea why. “Its because your happy to know he loves you, that’s simple enough.” He said happily, I laughed at my own stupidity and started chanting He loves me, he loves me, ha ha ha, he loves me! “Yes, he does.” Pierce said. I smiled and took his hand. I squeezed it gently then let it hit the table. Thank you pierce, I need to know that. what can I say, I can get very self concious. But you’ll figure that out soon enough.
When the bell rang a loud chorus of “Awww” came from the guys playing basket ball. It made me laugh. Peirce enformed me victor’s team had won 28 to 13, he knew I wasn’t paying attension to the game. Just one player… one very special player. I said goodbye to pierce as he walked off with his lady friend ‘Veronica’ and waited for my own mirical man… or vampire I should say. I watched him as he joked amoung his friends and couldn’t help my self but fall into a silent constant train of thought called adoration. He was so happy, so kind, and his body was the picture of perfection. Omfg was he hot! Sure I’ve seen good looking guys before but victors body made me want to jump him right there and then. I was happy pierce wasn’t next to me anymore. I was getting paranoyed about my own thoughts. I watched him graceful stride over to me, shirt in hand bare chested. He was smoking hot. I bit down so hard on my lip I could have sworn I tasted blood. I didn’t have time to worry about it, victors lips crushed against mine rendering my mind thoughtless. I wanted to bad to push him back and mount him right there. But I restrained my self. I knew victor was probably fighting the same erg. Though it was stupid to waist such an emotional act on someone like me, but I was happy he wanted to. It made me smile to know he wanted the same thing as me. It was strange to think that this morning I had bearly even known him. He was just the popular ass hole I general ignored, and he seemed happy enough to do the same. But now, after one little kiss, I was hooked, I was wrapped around his little finger. It was as if I had a spell on me, forcing my body to him like a magnet. He pulled away for a brief moment letting me take in a loud gasp of air, “Say it for me” he comanded before crushing his lips agaisnt mine. Say what? Even if I could say anything, wich I cant because your lips are crushing mine, what would you want me to say? “Say…what?” I asked between passionate kisses. He continued down my cheek and followed the line of my neck. “You love me.” He said between kisses. I smiled. It was so easy to guess, I was such an idiot. “I love you” I whispered. I could feel his lips turn into a smile on my skin. His lips egrly and passionatley returned to mine. I enterd the kiss with just as much force and passion as he did. Maybe more. But it was my turn for a reward now. “Say it” I whispered in the short moment my lips were free, he chuckled benieth my lips.
“Say what?” he said sarcasticly, chuckling further. I laughed with him. It was nice to know he was capable of playing along. “You love me.” I whispered gentley. He chuckled once again and kissed up to my ear and whispered the word I so longed to hear spoken. “I love you” he said thoughtfully, his voice turned the words to magic. They made me so happy I thought I was going to cry. He wouldn’t alow that. he brought his lips back to mine and kissed me deeply and passionatly. It lasted for a life time. Until we were abruptly interupted by someone clearing there throat loudly. I pulled away from victor. It was my dad. Holy shit! “Victor, get to class before it affects your grades.” My father said in his deep husky voice. Victor cleared his throat and nodded. He looked back at me and smiled. “I’ll see you after school” he said, I nodded. He smiled wider and kissed my lips lightly. My father had already seen us sharing a passionate kiss. What was one more peck. He smiled once again at me before dissapearing in another flash of wind. I exhaled loudly then looked up at my father and bit my lip harder. He stared at me, not saying anything. Just staring. I looked into his light blue eyes that mirrored my own and his light brown hair that was starting to turn grey at the wing tips. I would have to His black and white buisness suit seemed just as perfect as it had this morning when I lay it out for him. I had tried to help my father out for the past three years since my mother past away. We both took it pretty bad. The first day, I couldn’t speek or move. I was curled up in bed just sitting there rocking back and forth. But I never cried. At the end of the week I was doing my normal day to day activities. I found a way of being there and yet not being there in my body. I found a way to watch my life through my eyes. And yet still not realy be there. I was a siluete. Until my father came up with the idea of a multicultural school. I was all for it. It was just another way I coud be close to my mother, though I knew I’d never be able to see her again. My mother was an element manipulator and a telepath. I could always come to her because I knew no matter how hard I tried to hide something fron her I couldn’t. she would find out soon enough. She was always suprising me and was always happy. It dissapointed me when so many people droped out of the school in the first week. But for every person that droped out a new gifted person came. At first it was hard to keep up with the different types of gifts but I ended up casting three different groups. Physical creatures (people like vampires, werewolves and demonics) element manipulators and gifteds (people with gifts like: telekenesis,
Genetic manipulators and psycics.). His unemotional face fianly changed. But it was not the change I expected. He smiled at me. He walked over and sat next to me. “So when did all this start?” he asked, I bit my lip. He didn’t need to know his daughter was a hussy. God I was a hussy wasn’t i? I decided to spare his feelings. What was an average rate of progression. “Well… I don’t know really. It all happened really fast.” I said vaugely. He nodded and laughed. “He asked you out this morning, didn’t he.” My dad said. I bit my lip and laughed. I was made. “Yeah… he did. It was really strange. One second we were just talking and then the next thing I knew… well, you saw.” I said shaking my head. My dad suprisingly laughed and shook his head. “I never thought my daughter would be the one to date the vampire. That’s suprising. I thought victor didn’t date, or was it that no one would date him?” my father asked. I laughed. “Far from it, he wouldn’t date anyone. I suppose it is a little weird… but he’s a realy nice person. And incredably affectionate.” I said biting my lip even harder. He laughed even harder. “yeah, I saw that.” he said. I blushed and shook my head. “So you’re not mad at me?” I asked suspiciously. “Why would I be angry at you? My daughters in love with a vampire.” He said in a proud heart warming tone. So that’s what this was about, his own daughter was dating someone… different. Well that’s a pethetic reason to be happy for me. But atleast he’s happy for me. “Thanks dad, I better go. My teachers probably gonna go nuts at me.” I said ruefully, he handed me a small pink slip. I loved these slips. Whenever I skiped class back in 7th grade I’d give the teachers one and the wouldn’t ask questions. A pink slip means you’ve been with the principal. It would have the time you left and the principals signature on it. My teachers didn’t even look at them anymore, they knew that if I was late to class there was a relitively good reason. I jumped off the bench and took the pink slip from his hands. “Thanks dad, love you” I said as I ran off towards my locker. I didn’t hear him say anything back but I wasn’t exactly waiting around for a reply. I got to my locker and found out I had double science. Yes! I had my lover in my class. Yay! I checked my apearence and made sure my uniform looked good. I gathered my books and walked off gracefuly to my science class. When I came to the door I made sure I had my pink slip in hand. I opened the door and looked over at my science teacher appologeticly. I
walked up to him and handed him the pink slip, he nodded and went back to his lecture. I scanned the room for my victor. But he wasn’t there. I walked to the back two desks and sat down. I opened my books and followed along with our professors lecture. I lost myself in his spech on metomorphosise. It was cool having a multi cultural school. We got to learn everything, about both humans and all different races. But if you were in a human only school. You would have to take a specialised class. “Hello Love” a familiar warm voice whispered in my ear. I jumped and everyone within a three meter radious turned to look at me. I blushed and sank back in my seat. “Don’t scare me like that.” I said in a light voice. He laughed and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to do anything to startle you again.” He said then took my hand in his. I jumped a little at his frozen touch. “To late” I whispered, then I turned my attension back to the mesermising lecture. I had always loved school work, and now considering it was about a main topic I’m interested in, school life just cant seem to get any better. Especially considering we had only been together less than… 5hours… roughly.he had made a huge difference. How strange. “So what did Mr. Marino want?”victor asked. He was probably confused about why the prinsipal didn’t go off at him considerng our school had a hands off polocy. “My dad just wanted to know why I was making out with a guy he’s never been properly introduced to. Nothing incredably big, don’t worry. I don’t think he’s going to give you detension.” I said sarcasticly. He looked at me confused “Your father is Mr. Marino?” he asked. I laughed and nodded. “Yep. He’s a nice guy when you get to know hm, I promise he wont be difficult about us. Actually I think he’s more excited than I am.” I said happily. Victor smiled as well. “Nice to know my future father in law likes me… before he’s gotten the chance to know me” he added ruefully. I laughed quietly and turned to face him. “And just wait until he gets to know you, he’ll love you even more. At the moment I think its more the dea of you he’s happy with. If you look at us from a political stand point, were perfect examples that all the different species can live togther peicefully. We certainly arent the first of our kinds to fall in love, but it’s a mentaphoricly sound idea.” I said happily. He nodded as he followed my ramblings.
“Were a bit messed up, arent we. The predator in love with his prey. Its all a little backwards.” I laughed quietly. “We are a little messed up arent we?” I asked rhetoricaly. He smiled and nodded ruefully. “But it doesn’t matter, as long as were happy and know our boundry’s we’ll be fine.” He said, as if he were deliberating our very relationship over n his mind. I took his hand in mine and coiled my fingers around his tightly. “Exactly.” I said looking into his eyes. He smiled and I turned back to face our lecturer, keeping victors hand in my own. When the bell for the end of the day finaly went I let go of victors hands only so I could gather up my books. He seemed upset about the action but understood all the same. He smiled and looked at me for a moment. “Hand me your books and wait here. I’ll be right back.” He said in a sly tone of voice I handed over my books and rested against the wall. He smiled then left in the same flash of wind. I waited patiently for a few miutes, probably the amount of time it would have taken me to get to my locker and he was back. “So, how are you getting home?” I laughed and smiled. “Well I can either take the BMW, walk or take the bus. All depends on dad. I don’t know if he needs the car or not, if I go and ask him I’ll miss the bus an have to walk home. Where as I could just take the bus and get home in half an hour, wich will be longer than if I have to walk.” I said, letting my self ramble on as i did. He seemed to enjoy my insesent droning. It was weird. But I suppose it was just who he was… maybe. He had always seemed like the strong silent type. What can I say, im a sucker for bad boys. “Well, I do have my motor bike hear. Maybe I could give you a ride.” He said in a noshalont tone. I was suddenly petrefied, I had never riden a motor cycle before. “Well…umm… I don’t know” I said letting my words tremble as they may. “What are you scared of? Its just like a car with two wheels… and this car can go a lot faster.” He added as his voice turned wicked and almost seductive. I smiled and bit my lip. “Ok… but first I have to tell my dad I’m leaving the car.” I said. He nodded and walked with me to the admin office. When we got inside Mrs. Vernon greeted us with a little to much enthusiasm and said my father was in a meeting. I left his a message with Mrs. Vernon.
“Could you let him know I’m leaving the car here and getting a ride… with victor.” I said. She smiled and nodded, obviously she knew as well. Nothing was a secret in this school, everybody knew everything. It’s not fair. The school was incredably huge in comparrison to most. We had over 1300 students this year alone enrole. And yes, only 6 of us are human. And yes, im the only female human. How dissapointing. I suppose that makes me a rare comodity then doesn’t it. Maybe victor finds that appealing as well. He walked me outside to his motor cycle. I had never seen him on it before but I had seen the bike. I was amazed by it. I wasn’t sure why I suddenly notice how absolutely beautiful the bike was, but for whatever reason, I was realising it now. He walked me over to it and I emediately sank down to a squat and traced the contors of his bike. “I take it, you like it then?” he said, I giggled. “I love it! Its beautiful what kind of bike is this?” I asked curiously, maybe I could bribe dad into getting me one for my birthday. “She’s a 1995 harley davison.” He said with pride. I got to my feet and smiled up at him. “Well are we going to just stand here admiring her or are you going to give me a ride home?” I asked sarcasticly. He smiled and kiss me lips briefly. He stradedled the huge motor cycle and beconed for me to join him. I happily abliged and seated my self on the back. I pressed my legs agaisnt victors and wraped my arms around his lower torso. That seemed to please him. He smiled and his beast of a motorcyle roared to life. I was suddenly scared. He pulled out of the driveway slowly and waited at the end of the car park. “Are you ready.”he asked. I laughed at how scared I was. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” I said. He turned his head and smiled. I kissed his cheek, and off we went. Holy shit does this thing go fast! Before my lips parted from his skin we were zipping through town. We were easily doing 100 down the quiet streets. I doubt you would have been able to see us very well even if anyone was around. But it was four o’clock and most people werent seen on the streets between 4-5 I never understood it. But oh well. It was probably only the wind wipping at my face that made it seem like we were going past. I pressed my legs harder against his and tightened my grip around his waist. When I felt the bike slowly come to a stop we were infront of my fathers house. The red brick walls and mass amounts of foilage that made it seem more like a forest than a home. The loosened shingles and old paint chipped windows.
Yep, this was it. I slowly but gracefuly got off his motor cycle and he quickly followed. When we were both safely off he smiled and caught my lips in an unexpected yet passionate kiss. I was glad my father wouldn’t be home for another two hours. He was always going over his paperwork. And I knew it would be the death of him, he was just like me. He didn’t see the point in shunning such wonderful and interesting cretures. It was senceless. “So are you going to show me your house.” He asked when he finaly let my lips free themselves. “Sure…But…How did you know where to take me?” I asked. he looked down at the ground and bit his lip. This was bad. This was very bad.
“Well… Don’t get creeped out ok.” He said looking into my eyes and taking my hands in his. “Ok… shoot, how did you know where to bring me?” I asked. he bit his lip harder. “Well, I’ve been watching you… especially when you sleep. You are beautiful when you sleep.” He commented still not meeting my gaze. I was stunned. What the hell! Why was he watching me. Wtf! That’s so creepy… and yte it didn’t bother me. Wow. “When did that start?” I asked. he looked up at me, obviously surprised I wasn’t outraged. “Well… just before school finished last year. I wanted… but… I couldn’t.” he said. He obviously didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew what he ment. U pulled his face up to meet my gaze. I kissed his lips and reminded my self how glorious he was. How could I be angry someone resisted the erg to rape me, especially when it was second nature. “I love you.” I whispered. His lips curved into a smile and he threw himself more passionately into the kiss. “I love you more” he said. I chuckled a little. Though I hated to admit it, he was probably right. Only physicaly, he was probably winning. But emotionaly, I was definetly ahead of the race. “Your wrong.” I whispered. He chuckled as well. When our kiss finished I bit my lip to contain a smile and led him inside. “I’m guessing you’ve been here before then.” I said. He smiled, sheepishly then nodded. “I’m sorry for intruding on your privacy, but I had to be near you. It almost drove me insane to be away for so long. I had to be around you. Near you.” He said. I blushed and walked into the living room, I didn’t know ehat to do. Victor came and sat next to me, when he touched me… it was like someone sending a sudden shock or jolt of electrisity through my body. It was magical. And when he kissed my, I felt my entier body explode in a passionate heat. But the heat did not restrict itself to my face and lips. It extended to every part of my body. I turned and placed a pillow on his lap. He seemed confused but willing. I placed my head on his lap and fliped on the tv. The best thing on tv was MTV music live. But I suppose I could have done worse. Victor stroked my hair lovingly and smiled down at me. I loved him. Wow… I loved him. He bent down slowly, watching my every reaction. I moved my face closer to his and flickered my eyes between his lips and his eyes. He kissed my
slowly at first then pushed my face back down on the pillow, I was comfortable but something told me he wasn’t. I sushed myself from his lap and flipped around so I was on my knees I pushed him back on the sofa and kissed him passionatel. I bet he didn’t realise a little book wrom could be so forward. Best he learn now, it’ll save him the surprise later. He kissed me back just as passionatle but let me take the lead. He seemed content and happy, it must have been a pleasant surprise. I slipped my legs around his, stradeling him. He seemed to throw himself further into the kiss, and soon enough he pushed me back on the sofa and was soon on top of me. I had to admit, I loved when he took control. I felt wonderful, I loved the strong silent types. I loved the bad boys… oh god did I love the bad boys. He pressed down harder on me, and o felt something hard pressing against my groin. Wow. Damn… he did feel the same way I did when he touched me. But I knew if I let it go any further I would regret it later and so would i. but I didn’t want this moment to end. I let it continue, until his hands moved to my chest. Even I knew where to draw the line. I pulled my lips away and turned my face, his lips had never left my skin. “Victor… Victor stop.” I mummbled, slowly ut surely he did as I asked. with a groan he riped his lips from my skin. He moved his hands but no other member of his body. “You don’t want to ruin your self control… and, well my faith’s gonna get in the way.” I said as I smiled aat him appologeticly. He nodded but didn’t move. He lay his head on my chest and moved his body to make himself more comfortable. I stroked his gelled up spiky brown hair and focused on victor. It was hard to concerntrait on anything else when his body was crushing agaisnt every line of my body. Every line of my body. It was hard not to pay attention when his ice cold breath was whisping over my chest. It was somehow an incredable turn on. We lay there for a long time listening to music as victor fell both silent and still. I her my fathers car park in the drive way, but victor didn’t move. I needed to give him a hint. “Victor love, my dad’s home.” I said he didn’t move, he just looked up at me and smiled. “Your dad didn’t seem to mind me kissing you. Do you really think he’s going to be angry because of the way im seated?” he asked. is miled and pushed him off me. “All the same, I don’t think we should push him.” I said, he smiled but abliged me. He leaned on the opposite side of the couch. I felt colder. How strange. He was freezing cold and yet I felt worse when he wasn’t on me. Why was that? I put my legs up on the couch and let my feet rest on his
lap. He smiled and took off my shoes. He started massaging my feet, I threw my head back and sighed. I herd the door swing open. “Hey Alisa, how was—oh hi victor, I didn’t realise you were staying.” He said then threw me and congradulatory smile. I blushed. “Well dad, I did leave you a message with Mrs. Vernon.” I said, my dad nodded. “I forgot about that, thanks for giving my daughter a ride home. That was very kind of you victor.” My dad said in an apraising tone. It was nice to know my dad aproved of my lover. “The pleasure was all mine.” Victor said. I supressed a giggle but a small laugh escaped my lips. He continued massaging my feet and I closed my eyes and sighed. I herd my dad chuckle and put down his suitcase and coat. “I’ll be in the office if you need me.” He said calmly. “I’ll call you when dinners ready.” I said, I herd him walk down the hallway and into his office. The door closed I knew he didn’t have that much work o do. He was giving us as much privacy as I could. I loved my dad for that, he automaticly knew what I wanted. Weather it be if I needed space, I felt couped up or if I just needed company. He was very observent and I suppose over time we’ve learned everything about one another. “See, that didn’t go so bad.” Victor said kindly. He rubbed my feet in a soothing calming mannor. “He’s happy the first guy I date happens to be… well different.” I said as I laughed. He continued to massage my feet and tickle down its palm. I giggled as he tickled my feet. i pulled my feet from his hands and pushed my body onto his. He seemed surprised, but soon became incredably willing. I stradled his lap once again, that seemed to please him. I could feel his lips below mine curve into a wide devilish grin. He pushed me back against the couch and we were back to square one. I felt his member below me swell once again, and press between my legs. I gasped and clenched my muscels. His hands wandered once again and I knew I had to stop. “Victor…Victor your doing it again” I whispered. He groaned and pulled away. He clunched his hands into fists. “The only girl I love and the only girl that wont sleep with me.” He said begrudgingly. I coldnt help it, I had to laugh. I leaned back over and kissed his cheek. “Just look forward to how good its going to be when it does happen.” I said, he smiled and closed his eyes. I felt his member swell against my knee. I giggled and kissed his cheek.
“Cool it tiger, wait until I can help you out with that.” he looked up at me incredably surprised and I couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t like me to act like ths…ever. I was usually shy when it came to things like this. Hell I use to be one of those immature little people that would laugh whenever our teature would say something like ‘Homo Arrectus’ or ‘Uranus’. Yes I was one of those little immature little retards. “Maybe you could help me out with that” he said in a seductive mannor. I smiled devilishly and kissed his lips. I ran my fingers over his package and made him gasp lightly. I stroked it a few times before I ran my fingers up to his zipper. I pulled away abruptly laughing. “I’m sorry baby, no foreplay” I said. He glowered at me for a moment. “The bible says nothing about foreplay” he said, I laughed and kissed his lips once more. “yes but unless you’ve forgotten, i have to start cooking not to mension my fathers in the house. Would you really want him to come out… during?” I said. He frowned and I smiled. I leaned over and pecked his lips. “I know, I’m cruel. But its for the best” I said. He rolled his eyes. “I shoul probably get going.” He whispered. “Do me a favore, no peeking tonight.” I said, he frowned then laughed. “I wont peek.” He said… I pondered that for a moment. “fine, no spying, no watching, no ogling.” I said. He frowned. “Well that’s not fair.”he said. I laughed and kissed his cheek. “Hmmm. Well how about this. If you stay away and don’t peek, spy, watch or oogel until 8 o’clock. I’ll let you stay the night.” I said, he smiled and wound his arms around my waist. “Well that sounds good to me.” He said. i giggled slighty at my new found courage. He bent down and kissed my lips. When he pulled away, he ruefully pulled his arms from around me and headed for the door. I followed him and watched him as he sped away on his briliant black 1995 harley davison. I really wanted one of those now.
I walked back inside and fixed dad a basic meal. Special steak, vegetables and baked potato’s. I wasn’t in the mood to be creative and I really didn’t feel like going out for tea. When I was almost finished I herd dad’s office door open then shut. I was just about to start dishing it up when herd my father call from behind me. “That smell’s great. What is it?” he asked as he walked in the room, I smiled. “Special steak, vegies and baked potato’s.” I said as I put the finishing garnished on the steak before surving it up. My father sauntered over and took his plate egerly, my father had always been a simple man. ‘simplisity is key’ as he would say. I loved that the simplest things would please him. I cooked his meat well done while I prefered mine to be medium rare. He took one bite of his steak and let out a content sigh “Great steak honey.” He said. I smiled and ate my dinner. We usually ate in silence, but it was never awkward. I liked silence. It was awkward for me, more comforting really. “So, you really like that Victor Shard kid eh?” he asked. I blushed and bit my lip. “Yeah, I do. I really do.” I said. my dad smiled at me… as if. I don’t know. As if he knew how I felt. “Well, im proud of ya kiddo. He’s a nice kid to, a bit quiet and I suppose a little different, but he is a vampire.” he said, I laughed. “That he is.” I said. when I finished my dinner dad had already been done and relaxing in his chair. I took our to plated and rinsed them before placing them in the dish washer. Thank god for modern technology. I raced up to my room and locked the door behind me. My father was use to me being a solitary creature and I hoped that this action wouldn’t surprise him. My room was so plain. Cream colored walls, gold bed covers, ebony wood furnature every where. The only thing I really loved about my room was the view. Out side my window you could see the entier town. It was beautiful. All the lights and people. You could almost make out every distinct line of a house. I walked over to my ebony desk and picked up my sketch book and pencils. I sat on my bed rest my back against the wall and began to sketch. I sketched him… with me. Around me. Passionatly and yet remotely. It was strange less than 10 hours ago I didn’t give a shit about him… and now I was head over heals. Maybe this was just an infatuation. But then again, maybe not. I glanced over at my bedside table clock. 7:34. almost half an hour until I get to see him again. Well I suppose that just means I have 26 minutes to continue on with my sketches. I gave the three sketches incredable detail, I added multipul
different new techniques Michael had tought me. He was an exceptional artist. I had finished one picture of him and me sitting on the couch, him laying on me as I stroked his hair. One with him and me on his beautiful motorcycle and one of him and me lying on my bed, our bodys entwined in a passionate kiss, I was thinking of drawing a more… sensuale sceen but I decided victor would most likely see it. I didn’t want to embrrass myslef to much. So I drew the two of us with clothing. I felt something cold and solid beside me and soming long and smooth wrap around my waist. I jumped and clenched all my muscels. He laughed at my sudden tension and kissed my cheek. “Am I that scary to you?” he asked. I giggled slightly and closed my sketch book. “Yes. You scare the shit out me!” I said with yet another giggle. I threw my sketch book to the end of the bed and lay down on my pillows. He looked at me suspiciously and took the sketchbook from the foot of the bed. He lay down on my large king sized bed next to me and flipped through the pages of my more recent works. He studdied each picture for a few seconnds tracing over some of the pencil lines with his fingers. Until he came to the picture I had just been working on. He looked over them more carefully. What was he doing? They were only sketches. “These are good” he said in and opraising tone. I laughed and shook my head. “Only because your in them” I siad. He smiled and chuckled slightly, “Well… yeah.” He said sarcasticly. I laughed harder then quickly remembered how paper thin my walls were! “Shit!... paper thin walls” I whispered. He nodded. “but honestly, there very good. You could have a future here.” He said. I laughed, the idea of me becoming anything was an absolute joke. But I decided he would probably get angry at me like most people do when I discourage myself. “I suppose, Michael seems to think there good.”I said. it was true Michael did seem to think they were good. He had always somehow like my art work but I never understood why. Maybe he was just a perverted old man… well… young man. “I can see why. I like this one best of all.” He said before showing me the picture of us on a couch. I smiled at him, that was my favorate as well. I had always love drawing still life. Things that had really happened or were happening. It seemed more emotional and realistic than when I drew something from my imagination.
“Its my favorate as well.” I said in an opraising tone. He smiled back at me and kissed my nose. “I can feel the emotion on the page.” He said as he examined the pencil strokes. I laughed slightly beside him. “Yes, but you’ve lived through that sceen. It would seem more real to you, even if it was drawn with stick figures.” I said, mocking his taste in art work. He smiled and pecked my cheek. “Probably, but it’s still an impecable piece.” He said as he put my sketch book on the bed side table. “Well, it is of you. Of coarse its impecable.” I said. He chuckled and kissed my cheek. I turned my head and let out a small uncontrollable sigh as our lips met. He was perfection on legs. He possisioned himself above me and continued to kiss me. I let my hands entangel themselves in his hair. But unfortunately victor let his hands wander, it wasn’t until his hand started to slid under my jeans that I pushed him away. He pulled back as I wanted and stared at my face, I bit my lips and smiled at him sheepishly. “Sorry… but. You know.” I said. He groaned and nodded. He took his hand out of my pants but didn’t stop kissing me, for that I was grateful. He didn’t seem as into it as before but still, he was amazing. How on earth was I in love with a vampire after only knowing him for a day? Well, only kissing him once… today. I’ve known him for a while now but he was never incredably kind. When he finally pulled away and let me breath I felt his teeth graze across my chest. I froze, that was a feeling I definitely wasn’t use to. “Do you love me?” he asked. That took me by surprise. Did I love him? I knew the answer to that. “I do… its strange… but I do.” I said. He chuckled and moved his face back up to mine. “I love you” he whispered. I smiled and kissed his lips. How did someone so wonderful choose to love me? Why? Not that I wasn’t grateful, because boy was I grateful. But he could have any woman he wanted… so why me? “I love you” I whispered back. He smiled and kissed my lips more passionately. The night continued much the same, we kissed until my eye lids grew heavy and lips became tiered. I rolled over and rugged up in my blankets, victor lay behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I wasn’t use to that feeling, but it was comfortable all the same. When I drifted off to sleep my dreams were filled with him. And some of them weren’t quiet as PG13 as others. Beep, Beep, Beep…
My alarm awoke me to a drafty light room. I reached over to where victor had lay, but he was gone. My hand came in contact with a small piece of my scrap book paper. Morning My Love, I’m sorry I’m not there to give you a good morning kiss, but unfortunately your father woke up early… I’ll see you at school. P.S. I don’t think I enjoyed your dreams as much as you did tonight, that was a very pleasant surprise. Usually it’s only me having fun listening to your dreams. Love, Victor… I giggled and placed the small note to my heart. His hand writing was amazing; though I was disappointed I wouldn’t get to see him or his bike again for another hour. I suppose I was glad he didn’t see me like this; I looked like a train wreck. I sighed and pushed my body from the bed before heading for the bathroom. As I washed and cleaned myself I couldn’t help t let my thoughts travel to victor. All I could think of was him. I had only been away from him for a short time and yet it felt like an eternity. I wanted him so badly I thought the felling alone would be enough to drive me insane! I gave up pretending I was doing my body any good and jumped out of the shower. I dried off and struggled to decide what to wear. It was strange; I had never really cared about my appearance before. And now I was suddenly doing everything to try and please him. Why the hell did I care? I eventually remembered I had school; there was no need to pick out an outfit. I get changed into my uniform. I dried my hair until it was completely dry and the ends where turning into ringlets. I decided to wear my dolly hooker heals. They came 5 inches off the ground and were the heaviest shoe’s I had ever worn. But they made me look taller and my legs much longer. I hiked my skirt up shorter than normal, but still not enough to violate any dress codes. Being the principals daughter helped in these kinds of situations, I always knew what was and wasn’t acceptable. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I was surprised, I didn’t think I looked like a slut… actually I looked pretty hot. I had never been one to dwell on appearances. But... I’m not sure. It was like I suddenly saw I had potential to be more than average looking. It was surprising the amount of difference a few small changes had made. I decided as long as I had gone this far I might as well take the time to do my make up as well. I kept to
the basics and used a light cream tone color scheme. When I was finished I looked at m reflection in the mirror. And for the first time, I didn’t see myself staring back at me. I saw my mother. I wasn’t a perfect reflection of her, but I don’t think I’ve ever looked more like her in my life. I stared at my reflection and touched the glass. I felt a single black tear roll down my face. “Mother…” I whispered. I closed my eyes and took a moment to compose myself; I dint like to think about her. It hurt too much to remember. I fixed my make up and dried the black mascara tear drop. I walked down stairs to an empty house, victor was right. Dad must have left early. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and ate it quickly; I wanted to get to school as soon as possible. I grabbed my bag and made sure I had everything. My wallet, my home work, my sketch book… But it was missing; I ran upstairs and grabbed the book from beside my bed. It was open. I looked at the page; I didn’t remember drawing this one. Wow. It was of me, sleeping. I didn’t look as disgusting as I thought; actually I looked peaceful and happy. Victor had drawn this, he was good to. The detail was extraordinary! I closed the book and shoved it in my bag. I ran outside and jumped in my dads black car, he must have gotten a car pool this morning. I knew I was acting strange but I was incredibly eager to see victor again. One day and I were already wrapped around his little finger. I started the car and sped down the border line empty streets I was half an hour early for school, but my first class was art and I knew Michael wouldn’t mind if I used them before school. He was use to me being around the school earlier than most students, but I suppose when you’re the principal’s daughter it’s to be expected. When I arrived I parked in my father’s parking space, a privilege I was glad to have. I hated getting a crappy park, it would just make it that much harder when you had to leave. I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror making sure I looked ok. I was fine. I jumped out of the car and walked towards my locker. My bag was heavy today, or maybe I was just feeling weak. I didn’t know. I trudged off towards my locker and stared at the ground as I went. I herd strange noises coming from around the back side of the admin office. It was deeply secluded as was rarely used. I walked around careful not to get caught in the act of snooping. But as I got closer I could understand what the sounds where. Moans and grunting sounds. I knew the act being portrait but I couldn’t help but be curious who it was. I bit my lip and peered around the corner.
Part 7 As I peeked around the corner nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Dion… and victor. He was slamming into her as she was pressed
against the wall. How dare he do this to me! I realized my full body was exposed to their eyes now, but neither one was paying attention to me. I couldn’t help but stare at the two of them in disgust. “You Fucking Bastard!” I yelled at him. They both turned there attention to me as a single tear leaked down the side of my face. His face changed from pleasure to fear to an apologetic mask of sorrow. Dion smiled over at me as and winked. “Looks like you’re not that special after all.” She said. My lower lip trembled. I closed my eyes and ran away from them. I dropped my school bag and ran back to my father’s car. I yanked open the door and jumped in blubbering incoherently now. I saw victor running towards me, I slammed down on the accelerator and reversed out of the parking lot. I didn’t want to listen to his explanations now. I sped home ignoring the oncoming traffic and started cursing his name at the top of my lungs. When I finally got home I shut off the engine and ran towards my house. Something caught my wrist… it was victor. “Alisa, wait. You don’t understand, please. Let me explain” he pleaded. I tugged against his arm and trudged towards my house. “Alisa look at me!” he screamed, that did it. I turned around and slap his face. He stared at me wordlessly for a moment as I did the same. I gritted my teeth as my lower lip trembled once again. “Don’t you ever coming near me again! Stay away from me victor! I never want to see your fucking face again!” I screamed at him, the tears were streaming down my face now. He stood there stunned; I pulled my wrist free of his hand and ran inside my house locking the door behind me. I wasn’t going to make it to my bed room. I slid down the door frame and let the screaming sorrows take a hold of me. It was all I could do not to start screaming at the top of my lugs… How dare he do that to me! Why would he do this to me? What happened to I love you? Why did he do this to me? I didn’t know any more… I didn’t care. Life was meaningless.
Victors POV. As I stood out side her door I couldn’t help but hate myself. I knew she didn’t understand. She hadn’t given me a chance to explain in the first
place. I wasn’t thinking strait. I was use to feeding that way, my senses would take over and I wouldn’t be able to control myself. The second Dion’s blood wafted in my face, I had to take her. I was so use to doing it. It was the way I had feed for many years now. I knew she would hate me for this… how cold I have been so stupid. I had given Dion the two things she wanted, me and a way to hurt the only woman I would ever love. And I had left alias feeling lonely and betrayed. The woman I had watched over and longed for, the woman I had halted my ergs for was hurting. She was the reason I had stopped feeding in such a manner, and for me to give in so easily and for her to see it. That was the most excruciating part. She saw it, and she didn’t understand it. She was probably thinking she wasn’t giving me enough so I had to get it from some where else. She had looked so beautiful today, and now she thought I preferred that skank than her. It was a horrible twist of the fates. Nothing was fair anymore. Dion’s POV What was victor’s problem? He was the one the started fucking me, and all because I got a paper cut. He wasn’t even that god for Christ sake. It was to rough, I like it soft and sensual. His teeth were bared through the whole thing and honestly I was scared shitless he was going to bite me! But I have to say, seeing the look on her face was priceless. I love getting what I want. Getting to see Alisa crying because Victor was fucking me and not her. That was to die for. I’d do it again if I ever get the chance. This game is far too much fun to give up now, especially when I was winning. Alisa’s POV I ha sat there for hours crying my head was spinning from the sudden dehydration. The tears had stopped now, but the pain was still there, clear and evident. I left out a packet or sausage rolls and pies for dad. I left him a small note on his computer, the most likely place he’d find it. Without having to go out of his way.
Dad, Food’s defrosting on the bench all you have to do is put it in the oven on high for 20 minutes. Gone to bed, not feeling well, see you in the morning.
I stuck the note on the computer screen and trudged up to my bedroom. I yanked open the door. Damn. “Get out…” I said in a low voice, I didn’t have it in me to scream. “You didn’t let me explain” he said. I walked over to the slightly ajar window and yanked it open wide. “I don’t want an explanation, I want you to get out of my bed and stop tainting my perfectly good air with your bullshit.” I said. I had no emotion in my voice. I was tiered and I wanted him out. “Alisa, listen to me. It’s not what you think—” he said. I held my finger to his lips. I stared at him for a moment, this was the first time I hadn’t had the erg to mount him, maybe he really was like every other man. Maybe he was only after one thing… or two things. Sex and blood. “I don’t care anymore; get out of my house before I call the cops on you for trespassing.” I said in the same unemotional voice. He stood and walked towards me. I was confused at first; I hoped he’s just leave. He bent down and kissed me passionately. This kiss disgusted me; it was too much like what I saw him doing to Dion. I didn’t want this. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. I let my body go limp and waited out the kiss. His tongue traced across my bottom lip, hoping to gain entrance. I held my lips closed tightly hoping it would ward off him fierce disgusting kisses. My persistence had paid off, his lips where finally silent and still. He pulled away and looked at me with such a tormented mask of pain; I thought I was going to cry. “Why cant you just forgive me alias, I love you…” he whispered. I closed my eyes and let a single droplet fall. “I’m sorry, please… just go.” I whispered. He didn’t move a muscle; his voice trembled as he exhaled. I felt so horrible, and yet I had done nothing wrong. He bent down and kissed my for head before disappearing in a flash of wind. I walked over to my window, closed it and locked it. I pulled the curtains shut and my room was plunged into darkness… just like my heart. When the second round of ever lasting tears ran down my face, I climbed into bed and rubbed my nose continuously hoping it would inflame and turn bright red. I wanted to look sick; I didn’t need dad to know what was truly going on. I herd my door creek open and a small sniffle escaped my nose.
“Alisa honey, are you ok?” my father asked. I rolled over and put on a drowsy face. I had always been a good liar, one of my many talents I suppose. I smiled over at him weakly and nodded. “Just a bit sick, that’s all.” I said in a nasal voice. He walked over and kissed my forehead. “You stay in bed, if you’re feeling better in the morning I’ll take you to school.” He said. I smiled and nodded. On the inside I was screaming, I didn’t want to have to face him again. I rolled back over as dad closed the door behind him. I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t want to see him again. And I knew tomorrow most of my classes where with him. But I suppose, I do have people like Andrew and Brandon in my class. Heel, maybe if I do a little flirting with some of his friends he might get jealous. He said I was the only person he physically wanted, and now. I was the only person he couldn’t have, ever. How dare he do that to me, but I suppose I’m lucky I got out earlier than later. Hell we’d only been dating for a day. Maybe I could just forget this ever happened and go on with my life hating victor like I use to. No, I knew I couldn’t hate him. I could attempt to appear that way, but I could never truly hate him. I would love him forever, even though I only physically loved him for a day. When I awoke the next morning the sun was barely rising in the sky, I knew there was no stopping it. I would have to go to school today. I picked up my mobile phone. 17 missed calls and 36 text messages, all from victor. I deleted my inbox and canceled the reminders fro my message box. I opened a new text, Hey A. u has 2 do me a fav. K? Me n Vic. Broke up. He was nailing Dion so I threw a spaz! Anyway, I need u 2 sit next 2 me 2day. U and baby boy, I don’t want V. 2 come near me 2 day… Love Alisa… Kiss, Kiss. I sent the text to Andrew and flopped back down on my bed, Andrew always woke up early. His dad use to run army drills with him at 6 am until he passed away, so now every morning Andrew would get up and run the drills his father had taught him. It was like his own personal memorial to his father, I always thought it was incredibly Nobel of him. I hated sports and physical activities. And sure enough, five minutes later I got a text from the one person I did want to hear from.
KK. I’m sorry about u n Vic. But he was n A-Hole anyways. I’ll forward ur message 2 Brandon, he’ll be more than willing. I’ll get there early n save us the three seat up the back. See you in class Ally Baby. Love Andrew I smiled when I read the message; Andrew was such a great friend. Always there for me whenever I needed him. Thanks Andrew, Love Ya, Alisa. I was starting to realize how much I took him for granted him and Brandon where like the big brothers I always wanted. I always felt safe around them, and to think I’ve only known them for a few years now. I felt like I had known them from birth, we knew everything about each other. My phone went off again. It was a message from BB. (Baby Boy- Brandon) Hey Sexy, Yeah that’s fine wid me, soz about u n V. I’m gonna set him on fire after school. Love you always ally baby Brandon Ur BB. I giggled when I read his message, I could just imagine Brandon setting victor on fire, and honestly the idea didn’t sound too bad. Thanks BB. But don’t set him on fire, I know he’s and asshole. But still. Thanks 4 Eva, Love Alisa. I sent back, I loved them so much; they were the nicest people I knew. I was lucky to have them, I’d never forget that. The only trouble now was math. I was going to be bombarded by all three of them in math. None of my friends where in my math class, so I would have no one to hide behind. I wasn’t sure but I was confident that knowing my luck I would have math today.
And worse of all these, a picture of victor and me was now hanging in the art rooms. Today was going to make my life a living hell.
I climbed out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I showered quickly and dressed for school. I took as much time today with my appearance as I had the day before. I wanted to look good, probably just to contradict the way I felt on the inside. I knew rumors and gossip would be spreading around the school like wild fire, but I dint care. If anyone wanted to know I would tell them the truth, well most of the truth. I would tell them the stuff about him and Dion where true, but that I didn’t really care. I got over it by the time I had gotten home. I’d tall them unless you wanted to be cheated on there was no point in dating a man whore like him. But that wasn’t true. I wasn’t over it, I would make it look as if I where. I would flirt with ever good looking guy I could find, maybe ask Marcus out on a date. Just to piss him off, no… no I wouldn’t do that. I would want to, hmmm. Maybe jarred, he was good looking and he seemed like a really nice guy. Maybe I should find out what his ability was before I did anything rash. I walked down stairs and decided to cook dad a proper breakfast. Bacon and eggs benedict, such a health start to the day. I laughed at my own sarcasm and started cook his food. When I was just about ready to serve I herd my father’s bedroom door open. I hoped he had chosen a suit alright. I was use to doing those kinds of things for him now. He walked down the hall way and sat down at the dinning table. He looked respectable, not nearly as well as he did when I had chosen all his clothing. I liked when he was color coordinated. I served up the food and placed a large plate in front of him. He smiled and took the knife and fork I had handed him. I always knew when he was enjoying his food; he didn’t have time to talk. When we were both finished I cleaned the plates and shoved them in the dish washer. “So…” he finally said. “What’s put you in this mood, you never cook breakfast unless you need to do something to distract you.” He said, damn! I was made; I sighed and sat down on the seat opposite him. “… Victor and I broke up.” I said sternly, he looked at me for a moment and then burst out into a wild laughter. I glowered over at him. “Sorry honey, it’s just. You were only dating a day! I suppose you did say all it happened pretty fast… look, I’ll make you a deal. If you can stay at the school, no matter what happens between you and any other students. I’ll by you that Ferrari you wanted for your 19th birthday.” He said. My eyes popped out of my scull, I hadn’t expected that. “Do you honestly think I would leave that school all because of victor, please? I didn’t like him that much; I suppose he was my first serious
boyfriend. God I’m pathetic. I’m calling a one day relationship serious, hell it wasn’t even a relationship. It was more like a 24hr fling.” I said with a giggle. My dad chuckled to and nodded. “I know it harder for you to understand. But there are people in our community that want to shut us down. You’re my best argument at the moment. Humans and other beings can coexist peacefully. All we have to do is keep trying.” He said passionately. I loved that about my father, when he put his mind to something he wouldn’t give up until the very end. And even then, he’d be the guy offering to do the suicide mission. He was a wonderful passionate man. I admired my father for what he was. “So your going to go to school then?” he asked. I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, why not? Its not like I’m going to let victor’s being an asshole ruin my day. Plus my friends are going to cover me.” I said. He chuckled and nodded. “You know I think that Andrew kid likes you” he said with a sly smile. I laughed and rolled my eye. “Were just friend’s dad, he’s a nice guy and everything. But he’s like a big brother, and I’m not incest.” I said. He chuckled and stood. “Well come on then.” He said. I stood and grabbed my bag. I paused at the door and realized my father wasn’t following me. I turned to see his face, he was staring at me. “Dad? Are you ok?” I asked. He shook his head and smiled. “You look so much like your mother…” he said in a proud tone of voice. I smiled at the memory and nodded. “I noticed that to” I said with a small smile on my lips. I ran towards the car and jumped in the passenger’s side. My father climbed in and started the car, I looked up at my roof and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a black shadow sitting in the corner. That bastard was spying on me. Mother fucker! I clenched my teeth but said nothing. I didn’t want my father to know a sexual deviant was on our roof tops. I was silent for the duration of our car trip. When dad finally got to the school and parked the car, he kissed me on the cheek and say good bye. I jumped out with my bag and hurried to my locker. I grabbed my bocks and dashed to my first class. Double sose. I got there and as Andrew had promised he saved us the back three seats. I smiled and took the middle desk. He smiled and kissed my cheek. I looked over at him confused but smiled anyway. “What was that for?” I asked. He smiled and leaned in to whisper something.
“To make Victor jealous.” He said. I giggled and rolled my eyes. Soon enough Victor entered the room with both Dion and Marcus. Marcus and Dion went to sit down at different sets of two desks, probably both hoping victor would sit next to them. But victor swiftly came and sat next to me. He stared at me intently. “Um, victor. That seats taken.” I said, he smiled and leaned in to kiss me, I leaned away and ended up landing the back of me head against Andrew chest. Victor pulled back and groaned. He left a small note on my desk and went to sit next to Dion. Markus had put his muddy shoes up on the chair next to him, so I assumed he didn’t want mud on his butt. But wheat I saw next annoyed the hell out of me. Dion grabbed Victors hand and kissed his lips, it really shouldn’t have pissed me off but it did. I unfolded the small note in my hands.
It’s not the way it all looks. If you’d just let me explain, I still love you Alisa. Don’t forget that. Love Victor.
I ripped the note up, I saw victor turn his head to face me but then abruptly turned it away. He let go of Dion’s hand and grunted in frustration. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was cute when he was angry. I hadn’t notice pierce was in my sose class before; he turned his head and winked at me. Hey pierce, enjoying the random emotional conflict? I asked mentally. He laughed and nodded. To anyone else it would have seemed as though he had thought of something funny. Brandon sat down beside me and placed his hand on mine. “Hey beautiful, how’s it going?” he asked. I giggled and looked over at pierce who smiled back. “Much better than I expected.” I said. So pierce, how pissed is he? Is he jealous? Is he sorry? Bastard should be after what he did to me. I said in my mind, trailing off and cursing his name with as many profanities as I could think of. Pierce cracked up laughing and tried to contain himself. Our teacher for the day walked in through the doors carrying a large stack of photocopied work. “Great, relief teachers always give you photo copy work.” I grunted. Brandon laughed and entwined my fingers with his. To anyone else it would have seemed intimate. But not to me, it was just Brandon. Andrew took my other hand and did the same. I giggled as they both started to
massage my hand; it wasn’t a sexual thing for us. It was simply them telling me they where here for me. I thanked them for that; it was something I would have to rely on when my sudden confidence level broke down. The relief teacher handed out the pamphlets and gave us basic instructions on how to complete it. It was all about missionaries in Afghanistan. It was a fairly simple assignment. Just basic question and answer sheets. Everyone else except the three of us and victor seemed to be having trouble with it. Partly due to the fact victor had no need for sleep and partly because Andrew and Brandon where copying off my sheet. When we were all finished the teacher said we could use the last 20 minutes of the lesson to chat amongst ourselves. Basically meaning, do whatever you want just don’t piss me off. Victor seemed content to stare at me the whole time; honestly it was starting to annoy the hell out of me. I finally turned around and glowered at him. “Stop fucking staring at me, your creeping me out.” I said in a hushed voice, I knew he’d be able to hear it. He winked at me and turned his attention back to Dion. I turned my attention back to Andrew and Brandon who were happy for the sudden enthusiasm. By then end of the double I had made plans with Brandon and Andrew to go see a new scary movie out in the cinema. It was Saw 5 or something like that; metro was the only cinema that was actually going to show it. Every other theater had refused to show it because they claimed it was far too violent to show in such a small town. I had always like horror movies, I liked feeling scared shitless. Besides, Andrew and Brandon would protect me for the bad pictures. “Yo, ally its time to go… hurry up.” I herd Brandon call from the door way. I snapped out of my little trance and danced my way over to them happily. They both walked me to my locker as I did theirs. It was confirmed I had double math next, Victor would try and confront me, I knew it. But none the less all I could tell him was to forget the whole thing ever happened and should go and be happy fucking Dion. “You know if you say that to him he’s going to blow a gasket” I her pierce cooed in my ear, I turned and gasped, “Pierce!” I yelled as I swung my arms around his neck. You’re still talking to me! I thought, he chuckled and nodded. “Always, it’s hard to ignore you my dear.” He said as he pulled away, I giggled and smiled up at him.
So what the fuck is I suppose to say to him? What’s he going to say to me? I thought. Andrew and Brandon stood there staring at me; I didn’t notice I was string into pierces eyes waiting for a reply. His eyes where a beautiful shade of green. “Why thank you. Honestly I’m not sure what he’s going to say to you. He hasn’t decided yet. He’s trying to make you jealous by treating Dion the way he is, and tolerating her unwanted affection. By the way, you saved Dion’s life yesterday.” He added. I looked up at him confused. What do you mean? I pretty much ruined her day; I walked in on them for Christ sake! What do you mean I saved her life? I asked mentally. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “That’s how he feed’s Alisa, he was right. It wasn’t what it seemed now was it?” he asked. I froze. Holy shit! …he was going to bite her? He’s a fucking maniac. Oh wait, he’s a vampire… god I’m blond. I laughed at my own stupidity. Pierce laughed and nodded. “Perhaps that will give you something to think about.” He said. I nodded. You got that right. I said mental, he laughed and walked away, I watched as he did. I couldn’t help myself. Nice ass Pierce! I yelled mentally, he laughed and continued up the stairs. I turned and face Mathew and Brandon who stared at me clueless. “What?” I finally asked. They shook their heads at the same time, looked at one another and kept walking. It was almost as if they were both thinking the exact same thing. Maybe they where... I followed them out the area behind the art rooms. I ran over to Marisa and gave her a tight hug. “Hey, I herd about yesterday. Sorry that happened, guys can be such ass holes.” She said, I laughed and nodded. “I know, don’t worry I’m over it. Strange, isn’t it? I dated him for one day and I think I’m already over him” I said, well that’s how I wanted to feel anyway. But she didn’t need to know that. She reached into her pocket and pulled out my heart shaped piece of smoothed out brick. It now had a gold chain through the back. I smiled as I took the piece of jewelry from her. “Mar-mar your amazing!” I yelled, he smiled and gave me a quick hug. “Thank you!” I squealed. I ran over to Brandon and pulled him from his game of fire ball. He glowered at me until he saw the necklace. “Will you help me put it on?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. I handed him the necklace and turned around. When he finished doing it up I turned and examined the small piece of jeweler handing around my neck.
“How does it look?” I asked. He placed his hand under my chin and coaxed my face up to his. “You look beautiful” he said with a smile. I blushed and knocked away his hand playfully. He smiled and pulled me into a backwards bear hug before lifting me into the air and spinning me around in a circle. I screamed as my feet left the ground and out of the corner of my eye I saw victor walking hand in hand with Dion. When he set me down on the ground, I turned around and gave him a proper hug, and raising my right foot in the air. Andrew came up and pinched my waist causing me to jump and squeal. I chased after him and eventually he tripped and brought me with him. I landed on top of him legs spread and laughed as my face grew bright red with embracement. I bet to anyone watching us I looked like I was straddling his hips. I had always acted like this with Brandon, but usually me and Andrew where more formal around one another. I rolled over to my side, still laughing and gasping for air. Andrew watched me intently as I slowly gained my breath. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. That affectively stopped all my laughter. I got to my feet and helped him up as well. I walked back over to Brandon and jumped on his back. He tumbled to the ground with a loud oomph sound. It was enough to make me break out into another round of hysterical laughter. “Some one’s a bundle of energy today.” I herd Brandon say sarcastically. I got back up to my feet and effectively feel into Andrew arms. “Yep!” I said in a high pitched peppy voice. He laughed and got off hi now very grassy back side. Andrew hoisted me back to my feet and let me go. “But I suppose all this happy is going to be gone by lunch, so I might as well use it.” I said with a sigh. Brandon took my hand and pulled me into a tight hug. “I’ll text you through the whole thing.” He promised, I chuckled and kissed his chest. He probably couldn’t feel it, but it was the meaning that counted not the gesture. “I’ll see. I don’t want to loose my phone for the rest of the week. I hate that stupid no phone policy. ” I cursed under my breath; Brandon chuckled and released me form his grasp. I spent the rest of first break acting like a five year old child with Brandon and Andrew. I loved that they were completely free spirited. I loved being able to act like a kinder gardener and not have it mean anything to them. Damn I loved the two of them.
But then the moment in time I dreaded appeared. It was time for third period. The bell rand and I suddenly turned from a happy excited energetic person into my little worried hermit crab self.
I knew my fate. I knew what victor was going to try and do. He would either try or make me jealous, and I had to admit… it was kind of working. Or he would try to make me listen as he attempted to explain. But I knew what was going to happen. I didn’t want to be with victor… and yet I did. I wanted to claim him as my own and be the only one he could lay a finger on me. But at the same time, I never wanted him to touch me again. Couldn’t stop thinking about him touching Dion that way, it made me sick to my stomach. How could he do that? I knew that was the way he uses to feed, but I thought he had stopped eating that way. I thought he was only taking donated blood! Why was he doing that to her, you think he would have been able to stop… he had plenty of time to think his actions through. Andrew helped me to my feet again and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to join Marisa, there lockers were next to one another so it made sense for him to walk there with her. Brandon walked me to my locker and to my class before pulling me into a tight hug, plenty of people stopped and stared and I could almost make out the harsh whispers. But I tried my best to ignore them; I couldn’t help but feel this way for Brandon. He was like my big brother. “Text me the second you get uncomfortable, I’ll explain it to your dad and come get you. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You always are” he said in an appraising tone. I smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks BB, I’ll see you then. Love you.” I whispered. “Love you to Ally baby” he said as I walked away from him. I look my normal seat against the wall on the right seat. The seat next to me was empty as it usually was and I hoped like hell it would stay that way. I got my extension work out and waited for at least one more people; I grabbed my phone and decided to text random. I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. Hey Brandon, he’s not here yet, but I feel like I’m about to have and anxiety attack. I don’t want to hear what he was to say. I texted, I looked up and noticed I was still the only one in the room. I sighed and went over the extension work from the night before. It all seemed to make sense; I couldn’t find anything wrong with what I had written. I sighed and gave up checking and attempting to find mistakes I
new I hadn’t made. My phone buzzed and I immediately smiled and grabbed it. Hang in there beautiful, you’ll be ok. Remember I’m here if you need me. I smiled as I read over his message; it was true he was always there for me. I was incredibly lucky to have someone like him. Thanks Baby… Math is going to be hell. Fucking vampires. I sent the message and shoved my phone in my pencil case. “Hello lover” I heard a familiar voice coo in my ear I groaned and let my head hit the desk. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” I asked. He brushed his fingers along my hair. I smacked them away. He sighed and brought his face down to mine. “I’m not leaving you alone until you let me explain, it wasn’t what you thought.” He said. “No, it wasn’t what I thought it was. It was worse. Tell me this; if I didn’t interrupt the two of you would Dion still be alive?” I asked. He was silent for a moment. “No…” he finally said. “That’s what I thought. What happened to you? You told me you ad changed! So why the hell where you fucking Dion! Not only was I pissed it was her, but you were going to fucking kill her when you were done!” I yelled at him. Dion and Marcus walked through the door and sat in front of us. I groaned and covered my face with my hair. “Hey Miss. 24hrs” Dion said. I glowered over at her. “Further that you got whore” I spat back at her acidly. She smiled and chuckled. “So far, just wait.” She said. Victor chuckled, that surprised me. “Dion, look how many times do I have to explain it to you? I’m a vampire, that wasn’t sex for me, that was foreplay. I haven’t even sunk my teeth into you yet, don’t think you’ve gotten as far as you assume.” He said in a confident sarcastic voice. I screwed up my face in disgust as I remembered seeing her sweaty disgusting body below his perfect marble chest. I shuddered.
“You right man?” Marcus asked, I smiled over at him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m just a little tiered I suppose.” It was true; even though I had gotten a lot of sleep last night my random kinder garden actions with Andrew and Brandon had really left me tiered. Victor leaned in and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I shook it off but it didn’t help. He moved his arm from my shoulder and took my hand in his. I groaned as my warm flesh touched his frozen skin. Marcus laughed and so did Dion. “What are you laughing at?” I said as I glowered towards the two of them, Dion turned to me. “Nothing you need to worry about, not that a little Christian virgin needs to worry about anything.” I glowered at her. “Well at least I don’t have to force myself upon people for them to want to kiss me, or change my appearance for that matter.” I said as I smiled at her. I had her and she knew it. “Bitch…” she mumbled. “Whore…” I spat back. “Virgin!” “Slut!” “Women…” Marcus and victor said in unison. I couldn’t help but break out into a hysterical laughter. People started failing through the door. I ripped my hand from victors with as much strength as I could muster. His hand fell limp against the table. I put them together and placed them on my lap. I leaned against the wall and moved as far away from him as possible. That didn’t stop his advances though. His hands moved across my thigh, I slapped it away but he kept on doing it. Why wouldn’t he stop? I didn’t want this! I wanted to scream for him to stop. Why wouldn’t he stop? I couldn’t handle it anymore. I grabbed my stuff and ran out of class. I left my extended work on the table, I ran towards my locker. When I finally got there I couldn’t see any more. I leaned against it and slid to the floor. Silent tears rolled down my face. Why was he doing this to me? I pulled to my mobile phone. I just ran out of class crying. Don’t come after me, I just think I need to go home. I’ll tell my dad I need to take the day off. He’ll understand. Love Alisa.
I closed the phone and resisted the erg to throw it against the wall. I got to my feet opened my locker and put away my stuff. When I had collected my back and locked my locker my phone went off, perfect timing. I’m coming with you, Wait for me in your dad’s car. I’ll be there in a minute. I love you Ally baby. You’ll pull through this. Love Brandon I smiled and shook my head; he always put my needs ahead of his own. Damn he was a good friend. I walked towards the office and swung open the door. “Hey Mrs. Vernon, can you tell my dad I’m not feeling well and I’m heading home. He can give me a call if he wants.” I added thoughtfully she smiled at me and nodded. “Sure thing honey, do you want a tissue?” she asked. I smiled and took a tissue from the box. “Thanks Mrs. V.” I said before leaving. I wiped my eyes and walked towards my father’s car, he always left the keys in the car. It was stupid but no one at this school would ever do anything to dad. He was an incredibly nice principal. “Hey Alley” I heard Brandon call from behind me. I turned and looked at him. I smiled and suddenly the tears took hold of me again. He pulled me into a tight hug and smoothed over my hair as he tried to calm me. Eventually when my tears had slowed and I had officially ruined his school shirt with a mix of mascara, eye liner and salt water I pulled away and looked up at him. “Thank you…” I whispered. He leaned back down and hugged me again. He kissed my forehead repetitively. “Alley baby you have nothing to worry about. Your welcome, I didn’t know he had hurt you so much.” He said. That simple fact seemed to hurt him more than anything. I kissed his chest and took in 3 deep calming breaths. I climbed into the passenger’s side silently and neglected to put my seatbelt on. Brandon walked around to the driver’s side and slid into the car. He started the car and reversed. When we were outside the school parking lot he took my hand in his and rubbed it soothingly with his thumb. We said nothing; he drove me home and walked me inside. He put on a music channel and pulled me down onto the sofa. He didn’t mind when I lied down across his body. It made me feel better, it felt right. His skin was
blazing hot beneath mine and the emotions between us where love. Just not that stupid romantic crap. “What did he do anyway?” Brandon finally asked. I looked up at him and cocked my head to the side. “Hasn’t anyone told you? Didn’t Andrew tell you?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, kind of. He said you walked in on him and Dion… but what where they… you know.” He asked. I put my head back down on his chest and exhaled. I can’t believe he was getting me to tell him this. “Well, they where behind the admin office. And he was. You know the rumors about what vampire do before they feed?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, yeah. That what they were doing, but Dion still thinks he wants her… and for some reason that still bugs me.” I said in a disgruntled tone, I was angry with myself, I was angry because I let myself think like that. Why did I mind if Dion wanted to fuck victor again? Why did I care if he did…? I really shouldn’t care. “So he was… but he didn’t get around to… you interrupted before the main event.” He said. I chuckled sarcastically. “Depends on what you call the big event, he was fucking her senseless. But he didn’t bite her; I pretty much saved her life. Lucky bitch.” I muttered under my breath. He chuckled below me, the calming vibrations from his chest rolled through my body. It was strangely soothing. He sighed and soon enough his breathing became staggered and I realized he was trembling. I pushed myself off him and looked into his eyes. “What’s wrong Brandon? Did I hurt you?” I asked. I was suddenly incredibly worried I had cut off his oxygen supply. He shook his head and kissed my forehead. “I’ll tell you another time. You’ve got enough to deal with right now.” He said, I looked at him frustrated, if something was bothering or hurting him I wanted to know about it. It was my job to protect him now; I wanted to make him safe for a change. “Brandon, if something’s bothering you I want to know about it.” I said. I took his hand in mine. He bit his lip and shook his head. “No, don’t worry about it now. Give it a week or two, you wont be missing anything honey. Don’t worry about it.” He said as he pulled me back down to his chest. Sighed and gave up, I was defeated. I didn’t like when something upset the people I loved, probably because the people I loved didn’t like it when the same thing happened to me. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and answered it. “Hello?” I asked. I was baffled who was calling me? And what the hell did they need to tell me.
“Hey.” I gasped and dropped the phone.
Brandon quickly picked up the phone after he realized I was in a state of shock. The only thing I cold think was ‘No! Don’t ruin the once chance I have tonight to be happy! Why?’ I wanted to scream. He picked p the phone and answered it “Who is this?” he asked in an annoyed impolite voice. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but I knew the looks flashing across Brandon’s face well. Recognition when he figured out it was victor calling, blinding hate when he started talking and angry silent sarcasm as he neared the end of his little speech. “Well, she’d fine. No thanks to you of course. By the way, you did know it’s illegal to trespass on private property. I won’t be responsible next time she gets up the courage to call the cops.” He said with that same patronizing tone. I loved when he was sarcastic… I had no idea why, I just always liked sarcasm better than humor. Being blond didn’t help that situation. But I suppose it wasn’t just Brandon I loved when they were sarcastic… it was anyone. Maybe that’s why I was with victor… maybe that’s why I was attracted to him… “Yeah…ok… whatever, bye.” He said before hanging up the phone. He looked over at me; I had moved to the other side of the couch and pulled my legs against my chest. I must have looked so frail. “Are you ok?” he asked. I looked over at him silently; I slowly dropped my legs from my chest and realized my breath was staggered. He pulled me into his lap and cradled me in his arms. He rocked be back and forth and soon enough I was calm and my breathing back to normal. He kissed my cheek and let his lips linger on the skin. He pulled away slowly, as if he was waiting for something more. As he slowly pulled away, I turned my face to his. We moved slowly, watching one another’s moves. I wasn’t going to make him kiss me if he didn’t want to. A small sigh escaped my lips as his boiling lips engaged mine. It was a slow kiss at first; I had only been kissed by two guys before in my life. But one of them was three years old at the time and the other was victor. I didn’t count either one anymore. Our lips moved in a synchronized motion, his tongue was smooth and smoldering against time. It started of slowly, neither of us where sure it was happening. But now it’s built, and built. And now, next thing I knew. I was making out with one of my best friends! But damn! He was a good kisser though… damn! I was straddling him now, and I didn’t know how this feeling could escalate any further. He pushed me back against the couch and his boiling hot body was now pressing against me, holding me down. The feeling was incredible and indescribable. I wrapped my legs around him and felt the sudden bulge in his pants pressing against my core.
Damn! It was nice to know I was having the same affect on him as he was having on me. I clutched his body against mine and held him there, I knew I couldn’t let anything further happen… but I honestly didn’t want this to end. I would have done anything for this moment to never end. I heard my front door slam open with a large booming sound and felt Brandon’s body ripped from mine. I heard a loud smash as hit was thrown into the wall. I looked up, Brandon was crumpled against the wall and Victor was standing over him snarling. He walked towards him slowly, I new what he was going to do. “Stop!!!” I yelled. He turned and faced me, his face was scarier than I had ever imagined possible. He walked towards me and stood only centimeters away from my face. His breathing was heavy and aggravated. I was shivering, the cold was radiating from his body as he moved closer and closer. I scooted back into the couch and clutched my legs back to my chest. “If I cant have you, no one will. Next time, I’ll kill him!” he said threw clenched teeth. My breath started to stagger. He glowered at me further. “Do you understand?” he asked in the same tone. I hesitated at first but soon nodded. “Y-Y-Yes…” I said as I stuttered quietly. He smiled and chuckled. “Good” he said, he leaned in and kissed my lips. I didn’t kiss him back, but I wouldn’t refuse him when I was this scared. I knew he killed regularly and now… when he was so aggravated. I knew if I aggravated him any further he would kill me, he probably wouldn’t even think twice about it. I didn’t move my lips with his as I would usually, I was still in shock. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t cry. Luckily victor didn’t seem to notice. “I’ll be back when your father is sleeping.” He whispered, I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. I didn’t look at him; I just stared off into space. I was catatonic… he smiled and stroked my face. “Mine” he whispered. My lower lip trembled and a small gasp for air was sucked in threw my teeth. His smile abruptly disappeared and whole frame stiffened. He stood and walked out my door slamming it behind him. I stared after him for a moment expecting his to come back in and bite down on my neck. I had always seen victor as dangerous and horrifying before yesterday. Why did I let on little kiss, and one pathetic little day change my perspective of him. I had always been so scared of him… and now I new why. He was dangerous.
He was going to kill Brandon… al because of jealousy. Why? Just because I want to e with someone else… did I want to be with someone else? It was just a kiss after all, a harmless kiss. Did I want to be with Brandon? Oh shit! Brandon was still on the floor. I snapped out of my catatonic state and jumped to Brandon’s side. “Brandon are you ok?” I asked, he groaned and turned his head to the other side. He was bleeding, horribly. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed 000. He needed an ambulance. I called dad as well to let him know I wouldn’t be home, I couldn’t tell him what had truly happened. I just said to dad a friend was badly injured and I’d be at the hospital. I told him I’d take the car and I wasn’t sure when I’d be home, so he was on his own for dinner. When the ambulance finally arrived I said he and friend got into a fight, I panicked and called them. They said he had a concussion and a few of his ribs may be broken. I rode with him in the back of the ambulance; I held his hand the whole was there, he seemed to be conscious… but definitely not coherent. I let a few silent tears drip down my face, victor had hurt my family! How dare he do that! Did he honestly expect me to love him because he said so? Did he expect me not to fall in love with anyone else because that was the way he wanted it to be? When we arrived at the hospital, I wasn’t aloud in the room as the doctors examined him. They said he and broken two ribs and h a severe concussion. The doctor came back and told me he’d have to stay in the hospital for the first week, just to make sure he didn’t puncture his lug. He could go home after that but should stay out of school for another two weeks. After that he could go back to school but they wouldn’t heal for an additional 5 weeks. He said Brandon was lucky, he only had a secondary concussion, it would wear off within a week and he would be right as rain. When I asked if I could see him, he said he was going to be out of it for a fair while. I decided to come back tomorrow; visiting hours were from 1-9 anyway. I’d go and spend the afternoon with him. He’d need the company, plus I had some pretty fucked up news to tell him. I couldn’t see him anymore, and even worse I couldn’t be with him. I didn’t know if that’s what he wanted, but if it was… it could never happen. Even if I wanted it… even if I wished I could have what I wanted… it could never happen, not now. I gave dad a call and told him I was coming home. It was almost 10 o’clock and I wanted to be asleep before victor go there. Maybe I could sleep down
stairs and scream when I felt something cold touch me… I could say it was a reflex. He probably wouldn’t believe me… maybe he would. I had always been a great liar. I drove home and gripped the steering wheel tightly. How could victor honestly think I would love him for hurting the other people I loved? How dare he even toy with the idea? How dare he even try! Why would he do that to me? And how dare he say I was his! I was no piece of property you could simply auction off to the highest bidder! Didn’t he love me at all? I thought if you loved someone you would give up your own happiness just so they could feel the love you shared for them. I wasn’t sure how I felt anymore… did I still love victor? Could I? ...yes, I loved him more than anyone I had ever been with. Or did I? I loved Brandon to… do I? Did I? Could I? I parked and jumped out of the car; I walked into the house and sighed audibly. I could hear my high heels smacking against the floor, I kicked them off and walked into the kitchen. I settled for a muesli bar and glass of chocolate milk. I sat down on the couch and flicked on the T.V. I turned the volume down low; dad had already gone to bed… I knew victor would be here soon. I swallowed the last of my muesli bar and washed it down with the last of my milk. When I was finished I put the glass down on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. It was a news show; some report on WIN talking about child hood obesity, I suddenly felt bad about eating that muesli bar. “Good evening my love” I heard victor coo in my ear. I cringed and shivered. I didn’t answer him, and that seemed to make him angry. I couldn’t see his body, but I wasn’t looking around the room trying to find it either. I turned off the TV and stumble down the hall to my bedroom. I opened the door and jumped into my bed without turning on the light. I curled up under my blankets and tried as hard as I could to fall asleep. I was unsuccessful. “So, how’s lover boy holding up? I hope I didn’t kill him, though that was my intension in the beginning.” He said, I crumpled my face in disgust. “He’ll be fine, no thanks to that is.” I said acidly. He chuckled at my irritation. I didn’t hear anything but I knew he wasn’t far away from my face, the cold radiated from his body. I pulled the covers over my head; I didn’t want him to take advantage of how close we were. He chuckled again and suddenly something cold pressed against my back. It was his body.
He pressed every line of his body against mine. Damn I hated his pig headed over confident attitude. Funny… that’s what I had liked about him yesterday. He ran his hands up and down my side. I tried to shake him off but I was unsuccessful. I slap at his hand every time it would slide to close to some place I really didn’t want him to touch. He just seemed to laugh and continue massaging my skin. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “That’s it, don’t you get it victor? Leave me alone… I don’t want you!” I yelled at him in the darkness, if my father woke up he would bet the first… well, second to know. “Don’t you?” he asked. I glowered and felt his hand slid up my top. I gasped as his fingers swiftly slid under my bra.
I grabbed his hand and pulled it away; I jumped out of the bed and ran out of my bedroom. I stopped when I came to the doorway; I was surprised by how quiet my escape had been. How dare he do that to me! I’m not a hoe! I hate how men seem to only see women as objects of lust! It infuriated me. I leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor. I rested my head in my hands and exhaled. I wanted to rip victor a new appendage… but I didn’t want him to hurt anyone else, I knew he would do it. I knew he would kill my friends if he could. I will tolerate him… but I won’t be his object of lust… I won’t. I heard him exhale in an irritated tone from the door way, I looked up to see his masculine body resting against my door frame. He was watching at me with a disapproving look on his face. I turned my face back down into my hands; I didn’t need to deal with this. Why did I have to kiss him back… if I had never done that… none of us would be in this predicament! He walked over to me and sat beside me, I could feel his frozen corps beside me. He put his arm around me but made no further advances. I sat there silently. I wouldn’t push his hand away at the moment, I would try and be his girlfriend… but it was going to be hard. I suddenly felt sorry for pierce; he was going to be able to hear my thoughts. I could control my words and actions… but not my thoughts. “You hate me don’t you?” he asked… well that was unexpected. Did I hate him? Did I love him? Did I even know? “I don’t care anymore.” I said coldly. I know he wasn’t going to react well to that comment, but I didn’t want him to know how I really felt. I didn’t know how I really felt. He retracted his arm from around me and slid into a position similar to mine. He was silent for a moment; I could almost hear the ticking of his mind. It was running a mile a minute… I wanted to comfort him, but I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. “Why? What did I do?” he asked. “Where should I start? How about the fact you fucking screwed Dion, or maybe it was the fact to told me I had to be with you or no one. I might act like a bitch sometimes but I’m not cold blooded. I won’t get someone killed because they love me, I’ll do what I have to. But nothing more victor, I’ll be with you if that’s what it takes. But you can’t honestly expect me to love someone who has to force himself upon me, can you?” I said, even if I didn’t want him to know the truth… he needed it. I needed it. He was silent for a moment… he wouldn’t look at me either. I watched him intently… why was he suddenly acting silent? What the fuck was up with him?
“Do you love me?” he asked. As if it where that simple, I didn’t know… what was I suppose to say? “…I love you, but I don’t want to.” I said, he nodded, at least he understood. I knew he didn’t like that, but what could I do about it? He turned to face me and took one of my hands in his. “Do you think… you could ever forgive me?” he asked as he struggled to find the right words. I bit my lip… could I forgive him? ...I knew I could… I could forgive anyone. But, did I want to? Did I want to forgive after what he done to me? Could I honestly forgive such a monster? No, he wasn’t a monster. But could I forgive such a monstrous act? “… Give me time.” I said, I brought my hand up to his face and cupped it. “Are you still going to threaten Brandon for kissing me… actually I think it was my fault more than his… after all, I did initiate it.” I said, talking more too myself now than to him. He nodded, but I knew he didn’t like that fact one bit. I smiled apologetically… and waited for his reply. “I honestly don’t know what I’ll do. People do crazy things when there in love.” He said, I giggled slightly… but I wanted an answer. “…Please, for me. He’s in bad enough shape as it is.” I said as I thought of the crumpled mess that was once one of my best friends. I knew how my face must have looked, pained and tortured. He kissed my nose and made me smile. “I wont contest your decisions anymore. Just tell me you’re happy… and I’ll try my best to stay out of it.” He said. I nodded and took his hand in mine again. “Thank you… but I don’t think I’ll be having a boyfriend anytime soon.” I said, he chuckled and nodded. “I’ve kind of put you off men for a while haven’t I?” he asked. I chuckled with him. “No, it just got a little tiresome after two days. I don’t think I could put up with that in a relationship. I’d end up pulling a revolver on you and telling you, you had 3 seconds before I pulled the trigger.” I said sarcastically, he laughed and rested his head against the wall. I copied his action and let go of his hand. “Alisa, do me a favor” he said, I smiled and closed my eyes. “Depends on what it is.” I said. He chuckled. “It’s nothing big; just warn me when you’re ready to date again.” He said, I giggled. That was so simple to guess. “You’ll be among the first to know… I promise.” I said, he laughed again then sighed.
“Among the first.” He muttered under his breath. I knew what he meant, he was disappointed I didn’t tell him I’d come running to his door step. But I wasn’t going to lie to him just so I could make him feel better. Soon enough my eye lids grew heavy and I couldn’t persist against the nagging unconsciousness that drew closer. When I awoke I was in my bed, the light streaming in through the curtains. I guessed it was around mid-day. My dad was incredibly good to me; no doubt he’d know what happened yesterday. Probably decided I deserved a day in bed. I stretched in my large comfy bed and encountered something cold… Victor? And sure enough, there he was. I never knew vampires could sleep. Maybe he wasn’t sleeping. None the less I rolled out of bed and stumbled over to my dresser and fished out a pair of black shorts and white spaghetti string shirt. I’d go and spend the day… well evening with Brandon. I think it would be best if I explained everything to him personally. I wandered into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I knew that wouldn’t deter him, but it made me feel safer. I took a quick shower, going over my body with the soap and washing my hair with may lavender shampoo. I got out, dried myself off and got dressed. When I was finished with my basics I did my make up and decide that I was finished. I walked back into my bedroom and found victor still asleep in my bed. I looked over at my alarm clock. 12:34pm it said. By the time I got down to the hospital it would be visiting hours. I walked down the hallway and grabbed a muesli bar. I decided I did have time for anything else and despite my lack of nutrition lately, I didn’t need the extra weight. I scribbled a note for victor and stuck it on the inside of my door. At least that way he’d find it. Dear Victor. Gone for a ride down to the hospital Probably won’t be back till 9 at the earliest Don’t come after me… remember what we talked about last night? I’ll be fine so don’t worry Love Always, Alisa
I ran out the front door, awesome! DAD HAD LEFT ME THE CAR! I jumped in, the cars where still in the ignition. Someone was going to steel his car one day. I turned the keys and drove off towards the hospital. Being alone in the car for 15 minutes gave me time to think. The grate thing about our house was that we were only 15 minutes away from anything. It was a very close community, and we were smack bang in the middle of it. I had promised victor I was going to be dating anyone soon, but could I honestly keep that promise. I would have to wait at least a month or two for Brandon’s ribs to heal. I wouldn’t even consider it a possibility until he got better. But what happens when he is better? Will I want to be with him then? Can I trust victor not to kill Brandon? Would he kill Brandon? Who said victor would still like me by then? He could fall for someone else in that period of time… but would I want him to? What did I want? Everything was going so fast! Why couldn’t it all just stop? Brandon was like a big brother… or well, more like a guardian than a brother. He wanted the best for me. Maybe he thought he was the best for me… maybe. But did I want Brandon; all I knew was that when he kissed me… it had felt so right. The passion, the heat… it was all the way it should be. What was I saying, Brandon was probably just indulging me last night… he doesn’t love me… does he? Does he love me… do I love him? When I arrived at the hospital I closed the door and took in one large final breath before walking towards the hospital doors. Victors POV I awoke in alisa’s bed, last night had been the first night I had slept in years. Though I was a vampire, we were still capable of sleep. It wasn’t necessary… but it was refreshing. I climbed out of her bed gracefully and notice the note on her door. Dear Victor. Gone for a ride down to the hospital Probably won’t be back till 9 at the earliest Don’t come after me… remember what we talked about last night? I’ll be fine so don’t worry Love Always, Alisa
Why did she like that stupid Fire manipulator? He wasn’t attractive, or at least I didn’t think as such. Why would she choose him over me? Vampires had always been the most envied race when it came to our school, though I never understood why. Being a vampire was horrible, I had hurt the one person I love because of it. If only I had been able to feed more often I would have never attacked Dion. But then again, I suppose you couldn’t call a vampiric act an attack. More like sex with consequences. I had never gotten much pleasure from sex; it had grown tiresome with age. And yet, every time I was around alias I couldn’t control the burning need hidden below my waist line. Last year had been worse, I wanted her so bad. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her. I knew she was a virgin, well I thought she was at least. I had never seen her with another man intimately. And yet when I first kissed her… I knew it had not been her first. Something about that fact bothered me. I wanted to be her everything; I wanted her to burn for me the way I burned for her. I wanted her to love me… and in the beginning I thought that was how she felt. But now, after I had seen her with that fire manipulator. And after she had run from me when I had touched her, I knew that feeling was no longer mutual. I wanted her to be with me because she wanted to be with me, not because she had no other choice. I wanted her to love me, and I knew if I made her be with me… she would resent me for it. I loved her, but I would not force her to love me. That was all I wanted. I wanted to feel loved, was that so wrong? Was it wrong for a creature as evil as me to pine after something I did not deserve? I wanted her love, I needed her love. I would seek her affection, but I would not force myself upon her. It would only driver her into the arms of another. It would serve no purpose. I would be there for her in whatever way she needed me. I would be her shoulder to cry on, her best friend to talk to… and her lover if she wanted it. I would keep her safe, and keep her warm. Though I knew for us that would be physically impossible. “I love you alias… I love you”
Part 12 Brandon’s POV I awoke in a small white room. The sound of beeping machines and sick people surrounded the hospital. The stench of medical creams and disinfectant filled the air. The smell was truly sickening. I cracked my neck and groaned as I tried to move my body. Something was definitely broken. I let my head hit the pillow again. “Are you awake this time?” a familiar voice asked. I turned my head in her direction and saw the beautiful maiden in my dreams, the only woman ever in my wildest fantasies. I smiled and shook my head. She giggled and took my hand in hers. I was boiling hot, even by my standards. Something was definitely broken; my temperature always ran when I was trying to heal. “How are you feeling?” she asked as she laid her other hand on my forehead, she felt like and ice pack. I sighed contently and smiled up at her. “Sore actually, I broke a rib didn’t i?” I asked. She giggled; the sound was so melodic and beautiful. If only I could bottle her laughter and keep it all for me, no other sound on earth made me feel this happy. “Two ribs to be precise.” She said. Her voice was the sweetest sound for me; it was like angels singing in chorus. She rubbed my hand in a soothing pattern. “Victors Strong… I’ll need to make that a mental note for the future.” I said in a bleak sarcastic voice. As I intended she laughed, the sound made me smiled. She kissed me forehead, I closed my eyes to better enjoy the feeling. “I’m sorry I got you hurt, its going to be a long recovery. I’m so sorry, if I hadn’t kissed you none of this would have happened.” She said as her face grew dark and apologetic. How could she honestly think this was her face, I wanted to ask her out last night. But I decided she had, had enough melodrama for one night. I shook my head and took her other hand in mine as well; her eyes were starting to redden. She was crying. It was both upsetting and strangely pleasing to know she cared for me so deeply. “I wanted you to kiss me alley, I wanted to ask you out last night. But I thought you had had enough crap from victor, you didn’t need me to add to that. I wanted you to be with me alley, don’t say you’re sorry for doing me a favor alley.” I said, she smiled and a small droplet of water passed from her eyes and down her shirt. She bent down slowly and kissed my
lips gently. The feeling was amazing, as if I was suddenly energized. I felt like an old battery being charged for the first time. Her electricity was pulsing through my veins. I felt fresh and energized, completely new. She pulled away after a moment. I wanted the kiss to last forever, but like all good things this one was no exception. Another small drop of salty water dripped from her perfect eyes. “I love you Brandon…” she whispered. The words I had imagined her saying, the words I had pictured rolling off her tongue. Never had I imagined they could feel so wonderful, nor have the same effect on me her words where having too. I needed to tell her now; it was involuntary and yet still sounded so right to me. “I love you Alisa” I whispered back. Her lips found mine once again, it wasn’t passionate. It was like a silent reunion, I realization of the truth. We loved no another; I would find a way for it to work. No matter what or who stood in our way I would keep her safe with me. Always with me. Dion’s POV School was getting annoying now. The stupid teachers were giving us too much work. And where was victor? I bet that stupid little Alisa girl has him at her home… that stupid bitch! Why didn’t victor love me? Sure the sex wouldn’t be perfect but hell, he was hot! Maybe with a little practice I could teach him a few things about how to please a woman. “Hey, air head! Are you coming or what?” I herd Marcus call, stupid fucking werewolves. I walked towards him and stared at him for a moment. He smiled, he loved to annoy me. “Dog…” I muttered under my breath. “Barbie doll” he said aloud. “Snoopy!” I yelled back. “Britney!” He screamed in the same irritated sarcastic voice. We both enjoyed our little rants. It was fun to fight with one another though I knew that wasn’t how either of us felt. Marcus was a good looking guy, why didn’t I just go with him. I liked him, but what could I say? He was no victor, damn was victor hot… and unavailable. Pierce walked by and winked at me. ‘Jerk’ I thought audibly, I knew he was able to hear my thoughts. He was the only one who knew how I really was. I would never let anyone use me again, I would never let someone pushed me around and tell me what to do ever again!
I had always acted tough. It was my nature, victor had seen me vulnerable… but he was the only one. I wanted him… I really wanted him. I was willing to show him how fucked up I could be, but never again. It hadn’t done me any good, and now… it was a useless effort to be kind. “What’s wrong with you? You look like someone just died… Did someone die?” I heard Marcus asked, I snapped out of my train of thought and rolled my eyes. “No one died rover, just mind your own god damn business alright!” I yelled at him. He rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly. “Just asking, I didn’t want to offend you. But I suppose you can’t offend plastic now can you?” he said. Usually I would have broken him in two for that. But not today, I wasn’t feeling like myself today. I was feeling… sad, like my life would always be this horrible. My father would still be the abusive asshole he always was and my mother would still be just as neglectful as always. I would die if this kept on going… and I was sure it would continue. No matter what I did to try and stop it. Marcus POV Something was up with Dion, she wasn’t acting like herself. I knew about all the crap she was going through at home. I wanted to ask her, and try telling her it was all going to be alright. But I knew I couldn’t do that. I loved her, but she didn’t feel the same for me. She would never feel the same for me. I’d joke and annoy the hell out of her, and she would do the same. We were friends, and I didn’t want that to end. I wanted her to be apart of my life, I wanted her. But I would never let her know that. She would never accept it or share my feelings. So I would continue to cover it up… continue to mask my burning affection with cheep blond jokes and bad cracks about her stupidity. She wasn’t stupid, just lazy. If she studied, she could probably be just as good with her school work as alias was with hers. She was smart… she just didn’t want to be. Andrew POV Where was everyone? I knew why Alisa wouldn’t be here, I knew about what happened yesterday. But where were Brandon and that bastard victor? Brandon would have given him a mouthful and probably taken it
too far. Victor probably kicked the shit out of him. He was strong and good with his element. But victor was a vampire, everything about him was enhanced. He was smart, he was strong and boy was he fast! All I wanted to know was if Alisa was ok. I didn’t want her to be hurting over that fucking wanker victor. She deserved better… she deserved me! I deserved her, we deserved each other. Ever since I came to this school I wanted to tell her how I felt, I wanted her to know how much I wanted her. And after my father died, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t running to remember my father like Alisa like to believe, I was doing it for her. I wanted her to look at me the way she looked at other guys. I wanted to be what she deserved. I wanted to mold my body into something good enough for someone as perfect as Alisa. And I had to admit, it was working. I was more muscular than I had ever been in my life. I had been muscular before, but never had they felt this tight or this firm before. My six-pack was getting better defined than I had ever imagined and my arms were growing and becoming thicker by the day. In a way I loved my father for this. He had given me a way to both help myself keep healthy and get the woman I loved. I had always hated when he was away, the army never gave us much warning before he was sent packing. But my father and I would go and do a work out every morning before he had to go to work. From 5-7 am we would train. And some nights if he got home early we would do a few laps when he had come home. Sports and fitness had been the only things my father and I had ever been able to talk about. He was a wonderful father, a real top bloke. But I never got the chance to tall him that, one day… he just never came home. A week later we got a letter. He had died during an army related training simulation. I would never get to see him again. Alisa POV As I drove home from the hospital I couldn’t help but reflect on the day I had shared with Brandon. It was glorious. He had been so tender and yet he was still the same. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone before in my life time. And now, I knew he felt the same.
He loved me… and I loved him. And yet, I still loved victor. I didn’t want to love victor, I knew it would end horribly. I wish I could cut my heart into two pieces and give them each a piece of me. But it wasn’t going to work; I had told Brandon I couldn’t date him until he was at least fully recovered. He said he understood, and he figured out victor had some in put in my decision. It was so confusing. How could I love two men the same way, and yet they were completely different? How could I want two people at the same time… well I didn’t love them the same way I suppose. When ever I saw victor, even though I could never for give him for what he has done to me, I wanted to kiss him and mount him on the spot. But when I was with Brandon, I don’t know. I was just happy, I was suddenly ecstatic the second I saw him. I didn’t have the sexual attraction to him I had for victor… but I had the emotional tie. Victor and I acted like boy friend and girl friend. But Brandon and I acted more like a married couple who had been together for 20 years. The passion was missing, but the underlining love was still there, still strong and pulsing below the surface. Victor and I acted impulsively when we were with one another; I knew it would be an interesting life if I chose him. But would it be a life? He couldn’t age, and I would eventually weather and die. I didn’t like the idea of being changed; I don’t think I could take someone’s life force away from them. After all isn’t that what blood is? The life force within us, that beats below the surface of our protective shells? The liquid of life that lets my race continue with its frailty’s. As I drove down the high way I couldn’t help but notice the difference in our lives. It’s been more than 600 years and technology has made little if any advances. We were once a thriving population, and now we make up less than one third of the earths population. We were no longer the dominant race when it came to power. Political issues where different, we were the only ones that pay attention to any of them. After all, most creatures aren’t bound by the laws of man. Is this all we where now? One third of life’s darkest reality’s? Our race was generally split into three groups: Embracers, Abolishers and Neutral parties. The embracers were people like my father and me, people who wanted every race to live harmoniously. Abolishers were the exact opposite to people like my father and I. in earlier years they had attempted to exterminate all other races… but more recently that have realized that its
impossible to take dominance over 2/3 of the population. So they’ve been attacking specific races like vampires and werewolves. They’ve been showing phony pictures and documentaries about how dangerous they are to living beings. You see, vampires can live off any life giving fluid. Be it a human’s blood, or shape shifters. It could come from a demon or even a mind reader. But what I think there most paranoid about, is that with most creatures its hard to tell the difference between them, and us. You could never be certain until recently. Every citizen on earth had to get a small number designated by the government to prove what class of creature you where and how old you where. It was an eight digit number you would have to receive when you where 18. It was becoming a birthday ritual lately. On your eighteenth birthday you’re sent a letter from the government with your number on it. Most parents will take there kids to go get one done on the same day. For most people it’s an 8 digits number. The back four would be your birth year, the middle two what numbered race you where and the front two where what class of race you where. It was generally used for element manipulators. I had dad help me out once, we figured out my number, it was very simple. 00012992, which was my number, I would have it branded either on my wrist my lower back or the back of my neck. My father had been among the first to receive the tattoo. His number was similar to mine. 00012961 was his number. He had his tattoo done at the back of his neck. It was the most discreet of places for women usually. But my father wasn’t ashamed of his number; he believed it was a way to discriminate, so he would do his part to lesson the racial indifference. This made me curious about victor. Vampires had a different kind of number. The back four numbers where when they were born and the four numbers in front of that where the year they where changed. I pulled into the drive way and shut off the engine. I made sure I left the keys in the ignition; I didn’t need dad to go off at me and lecture me about setting an example. I hated when he got preachy. But none the less, I did as he wanted. Our community was small, and no one was rebellious. No one would steal his car and I knew it. I looked up at my window, the light was on. But I hadn’t left it on when I left. Some one was in my room.
Part 13 I walked towards my door cautiously. Who was in my house, and why the hell where they there? It’s probably just victor poking through your underwear. I told myself, I laughed audibly. I wouldn’t put it past him. I opened the door and walked into the silent house. Dad was asleep; well that was a pleasant surprise. It was only… holy shit! It was 10:38… shit! I sighed and grabbed the last muesli bar out of the box’ I would have to go shopping tomorrow. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV, I chewed mechanically and soon enough came close to biting my fingers off. I shut off the TV and decided I was tiered enough to sleep and had enough nerve to finally check out my room. I stood and walked down the hallway cautiously. I took in a deep breath and swing open my door. It was empty and the lights where off. What the hell? “H-Hello?” I asked as I flicked on the light. It was empty; I crossed my arms and walked into the room. “I know someone’s here!” I said angrily. I sat down on my bed and waited patiently, I knew someone would come out… eventually. I heard heavy foot steps walking down the hallway, they where giving me fair warning. I was shocked as a familiar figure stood in my door way and stared at me. He smiled his perfect cheesy grin and winked at me. “Miss me?” he asked. I jumped from my bed and jumped up into his arms. “Andre’!” I screamed a little two loud. He chuckled and shushed me. I giggled and burrowed me head into his neck. He still smelt like a sweet mixture of strawberry’s or roses. The scent was heavenly. “Oh Andre’, I’ve missed you so much! Where did you go?” I asked in an aggravated agonized tone. He chuckled and closed the door behind us. “I’m sorry love, I had to leave. A friend I suppose you could call him that took off to Paris for a while. I’m sorry I didn’t write as I promised, I missed you love.” He said as he sat down on my bed. I un-entangled my self from him and crossed my legs across my bed. He turned to face me. And took my hands in his, he was freezing. I looked down at his hands, they where such a clear white. I had only seen one person that was this white before, and that was victor.
I looked up at my perfect fairy tale and looked closer at his smile. He knew what I was looking for. He opened his mouth and showed me has elongated fangs. He was a vampire. I gasped at my new realization. “You… you’re a…” I took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in my throat. “You’re a vampire” I said. He looked down at the bed between us as if he was suddenly ashamed. His clothes where pitch black and leather, his hair was still the wonderful shade of bronze it had always been, and his eyes, they where still the wonderful warm honey chocolate brown. I supped his face in my hand and pulled his face up to meet mine. “André, its ok, you’re not the first vampire I’ve met.” I said, he looked at me confused then moved closer. At first I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he sniffed at my clothing. His eyes bulged and moved away from me. “You’ve been touched by a vampire… less than 24hours ago” he said. Damn, he was good. I nodded at him and his eyes seemed to darken. I moved my face closer to his so I could see his eyes better. “Your eyes change color when your angry” I said, his eyes changed back and his expression changed to one of confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked. I traced circles under his eyes. “Your eyes turn black when you get angry, and then back to honey brown when you feel better.” I said, he smiled and raised his eyebrows. I think it was safe to say he hadn’t been told that on a daily bases. I smiled and realized how close I had gotten, I blushed and pulled away. “The blush in your cheeks is beautiful” he said as he stroked the side of my face with his fingers, it left a stream of blush where his finger touched. He chuckled at my reaction and leaned in to kiss my lips. It was just as I imagined it, the very first kiss I had ever been given was when I was 13 with Andre’ in the park. He was wonderful, I loved him even now. At that point in time I knew he was much too old for me, I was 13 and he was 23. But now, somehow it seemed like I had kissed him before. Victor and Brandon no longer seemed important. As long as I had André was back in my life nothing would matter. Not Brandon or victor. Not my school work or my father. Not even this stupid racial bullshit! When he finally pulled away he stared into my eyes. He was back, and I was back. We where together forever… I hoped. “I missed you Alisa, everyday” he whispered. I felt my eyes redden, I had missed Andre’ so very much. And now, he was back! I had my Andre’ back! I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. I knocked him back on the pillow and kissed him violently. I had missed
him, I had needed him. Why did he leave me? I would have accepted he was a vampire; I was obsessed with the different races anyway. Did he think I wouldn’t stand by him? “I love you” he whispered. I beamed and deepened the kiss, André had become very strong. He kissed me back with such a force I thought he may leave bruises. I persisted with him anyway, I needed him. This was all I wanted when I was with him… all I needed was him. I could have been living in an alleyway for all I would care. I could have been eating garbage and been without a bath for months, and yet I don’t think it would have made a difference to André. He had always been there for me growing up. I had a school girl crush on him when I was younger. He had always been affectionate and protective when it came to me. We were inseparable when we were around one another. Dad said he was like my big brother, but I hated that analogy. He pulled away to let me breath, let me gasp was more accurate. “I love you André” I whispered when I was finally able to control my breathing. I felt the smile in his lips as they traced there way back up to mine. He kissed my lips lightly once and pulled away to stare at my face. I could tell by the look in his eyes he had missed me. His expression mirrored mine perfectly. He had been just as torn by leaving as I was when he was gone. The first few weeks it hadn’t sunk in but by the second month I was a wreck. It took me almost half a year to fully recover. “I’m sorry I had to leave you my love, I had no choice. It was dangerous for me to be around you, especially considering I was what they called new blood.” He said as he took my hands in his. “What do you mean ‘new blood’?” I asked. He bit his lip, but I knew he was determined to tell me as much as he could. My André would always do that for me. “I had just been bitten. I was new to that way of life, but I was dangerous. I didn’t know how to control the… well the enhanced senses I suppose you could say. If I had been around you at that time, I’m not sure what I would have done. But I want you to know, I left for your own good. I was no good for you then. But I’m here now, I’m safe now.” He said. I smiled and admired the love André shared for me. “You’ve always been safe André. You would never let anything happen to me, I trust you.” I whispered. He smiled at first, but then. It looked like he had remembered something horrible. “Are you ok André?” I asked, he looked up at me and back down at our hands.
“I almost killed you, it had been a week after the transformation. I was running to see your dad, he would have helped me. But then I saw you in the park, my little Lisy I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. ” he said as his hands tightened around mine. I squeezed his back and smiled at him. “You remember when I… kissed you?” he said, I smiled wider and suppressed my laughter. “Actually, I think it’s the strongest memory I have.” I said as I looked at him sheepishly. He smiled, but didn’t look at me. “I was so close to biting you, I had to leave. They say the blood of the one where destined for calls the strongest to us. And I’ve never met anyone who blood is stronger than yours. I wanted it so badly and yet I knew I could never do anything to hurt you. I knew I’d come back one day when you where older, I could never have a relationship with a 13 year old. Not considering I was 23. But I would wait for you, and I did.” He said. He was so sweet; I didn’t deserve someone like this. It was like he was my own personal fairytale. He was my knight in shining armor. I brushed our entwined hands across his face and fluttered my gaze from his eyes to his lips. “I love you André, thank you.” I whispered. He smiled crookedly and leaned in to kiss my lips once again. I had only felt this wonderful once before, and that was when victor had kissed me this way. Just after the basketball game, I couldn’t help but smile at everything. He made me happy, just as André had always done. I straddled his torso and pushed him back on the bed, making it squeak as we went. I giggled but only broke the kiss for a second, just so I could prevent our heads from hitting one another. I let my hands wander up and down his perfectly chiseled chest, he was amazing. My imagination had always run wild whenever I thought about him; I would never want to wake up. But this was almost as good, not yet. I was still only 16 so I still had to abide by my faith, but my dreams didn’t. It wasn’t my fault if I got carried away when I was unconscious. “I love you” he whispered. The words fed my train of thought and made my mind forget all about my faith and rules. I was his girl now, all for him. I let my hands gently pry off his leather jacket. He helped me discard it. He inched up my blue sweater and gracefully pulled it off. I leaned back down and kissed him passionately when my first article of clothing was off. I let my hands roam the peeks of his cheat, wow. My hands slowly slid up the dark black material and across his frozen skin, it was probably just me. But I could have sworn he was getting
warmer with every touch. I pulled up the front of his shirt. He realized what I was trying to do and decided to give me a hand. He let me admire his firm tight abs and perfect flat stomach. Millions of men all over the world would die to have a body like his; it made me wonder if the rest of him was just as desirable. I crushed my lips to his and aloud his tongue entrance. They wrestled for dominancy in our mouths; the feeling was like nothing I had experienced before. It was love, but it was much more than that. It was a burning need we both shared. I needed him, and he needed me. He slowly pulled up the thin material of my top. Before he went any further her paused and looked up at me. “Are you sure you want this Lisy?” he asked, I smiled and nodded. “I don’t want you, I need you.” I clarified. He became more excited than before and before I knew it all our clothes had been discarded.
Part 14 Last night had been wonderful; I never thought I would loose my virginity before I was married. I had only wanted to do so once, but that was with victor. Some how I think deep down I knew I would give myself to André he was the love of my life, maybe longer. André had told me he had to go hunt, somehow his eating habits didn’t disgust me at all. I was disappointed he would have to have someone else the way he had just had me, but that was all. But the hour afterwards when he held me, but did nothing else. I felt a love like I had never felt before. He told me sex was a weekly thing for him, but he had never had his senses feel like they had last night. He said I made him urn with the intensity of the sun, he needed last night… but he needed it every night. It hadn’t hurt as much as I had expected, especially considering André’s girth and pure length. It had hurt extensively to begin with, but after a while the pain was greatly out weighted by the pure pleasure he sent through my body. I never knew anything could feel like that, it was amazing. It had been so right, like our bodies had been built to fit together. He was my other half, my one true love. I knew god would forgive me, I loved André and if the time came I knew he would be the one for me to marry. He would be my lover for life. I would always want him this badly, and he would always want me this badly. He told me before he left he would come back and ‘surprise’ my dad with a visit. He said he’d probably stay for a few weeks and then depending how everything played out, even move to town. He was doing all this for me, just like he use to. But the only bad thing for him was once he became a vampire, he needed a new number. The government did pay for the surgery but he said the pain was excruciating. I had felt so horrible after I heard this, I never wanted anything to hurt André every again. I would make sure he was happy and I would make sure he was safe. He had taken me so many times in so many different ways last night, when I had gotten out of bed walking had become painful. But André was worth the small amount of pain.
Dad had left me home again, but he left the car. He probably decided if I wanted to go to school I could. And for some strange reason, I did. I ran to my locker, it was 10 minutes into the first period and I had double math. Well, that’s just great. I grabbed my math and specialized gear and ran to the class room; I stumbled through the door and laughed at myself as I went. “Sorry Mr. Vernon, I slept in.” I said apologetically, he smiled and continued on with his lesson. I looked around the room to find some where to sit. Damn! One seat left and it was right next to the one person I didn’t want to sit next to, not today at least. I walked over ruefully and sat next to victor. I listened to Mr. Vernon’s lecture on arithmetic sequences. Such useless basic information I learnt back in year 7! It was very pathetic. None the less I paid attention and made sure I understood everything he was talking about. It wasn’t long before I was distracted by victor; he leaned in to kiss me cheek… but stopped. He stiffened and pulled away he looked at me shocked. He definitely knew. Could he really smell that? “You’ve been around another vampire” he said, I looked around to make sure no-one was listening to our conversation. I sighed when I realized Dion was watching me intently, glowering was more like it. Victor turned in her direction and glowered back. She turned her head back to her work and victor turned back to me. “Yes victor, I have been with a vampire other than you last night. He’s an old friend of the families, t that’s none of your business.” I said in a hushed angry voice. “To hell it isn’t my business!” he yelled, I sunk back in my chair as everyone turned and stared at victor and I. Damn his aggression! “Is there a problem Mr. Shard?” Mr. Vernon asked. He stood and beaconed for my hand, I looked from Mr. Vernon to victor. I sighed and got to my feet. “I’ll be back in a moment.” I said. He reluctantly nodded and let me leave with victor. He didn’t like when students left class, even for the principal. But I was different, teachers pet I suppose. Once we where safely outside in the courtyards, far away from anyone’s wondering ears. “Look victor, its none of your business who I spend my time with! My choice in friends has nothing to do with you; I’m not your girlfriend!” I said in an angry voice as I pulled away my hand. He gripped it tighter and pulled me closer to him so we were only inches away now.
“It mightn’t be my business who your friends are, but it is my business to know that you sleep around with him!” he yelled at me, I opened my eyes in shock. Fuck! He could smell that. “How do you know I slept with him?” I asked as I ripped away my arm, he held onto it even tighter, I let out a small whimper and he loosened his grip slightly. He leaned closer and smelled me with a look of disgust plastered on his face. “His scent is everywhere on your body, your covered in him. You smell like a cheep whore.” He said as he threw my hand from his grasp. I slapped his face, and notice small droplets of water streaming down my face. “…Not Your Whore!” I screamed through clenched jaws after staggering a few times from the tears. A low growl came from his chest. I simply turned and walked away from him, I didn’t want to have this argument. He appeared in front of my face. “What happened to being a good little Christian?” he asked savagely as he glowered over me, another small droplet ran down from my cheek. “What happened to being on a restricted diet?” I asked. “IT’S NOT THE SAME!!!” he screamed at me. “Your right, it’s not the same. What you did was a force of habit. But what I did was very different, I love André victor, why can’t you just be happy for me?” I asked; his face was a mask of anger, but his eyes. They were filled with a deep sorrow I knew all to well. “Because your not happy, you cant be! I can’t believe you’re happy, not when you’re in the arms of another man!” he said ruefully. He was so sad, he was angry or at least, he wanted to appear that way. But he was sad, he was hurting. I brought my hand to his face and kissed his lips lightly. “I’m sorry Victor, I love him. Try to be happy for me” I whispered. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. I walked away from him and tried to control the tears, I was failing. He made no attempt to follow me, or make his way back to class. I didn’t intend on going back to class anyway. I walked back to my locker, I couldn’t handle pretending to be interested in classes I was far a head in. some times I felt like maybe I should dumb my self down just to be able to stay at an average rate when it came to school work. I hated being bored at school, and I hated being treated like the freaky math genius. When I got to my locker the bell rang, saved by the bell how ironic. I shoved on a think white sweater and walked towards the old art buildings.
I tried not to think, about anything. I kept my head down and walk slower than usual. “Hey superstar” I her a friendly husky voice coo in my ear. I turned to Andrew and smiled weakly at him. “Hey Andrew, what’s up?” I asked, he didn’t answer. He stopped me in my tracks and turned me to face him. “Are you ok?” he asked, I raised one side of my mouth and shook my head. “It’s nothing Andrew, some people are just harder to deter than others.” I said, he nodded and followed me as I turned away from him. I spent most of lunch with Marissa, setting rumors straight and telling people where we all were yesterday. I wasn’t going to lie, and I wasn’t going to deny Marissa her fun. When Marissa and the millions of school girl gossip queens disappeared I found myself talking to Andrew again. I filled him in on every little detail, something I wouldn’t do for anyone else, ever. He was my best friend, and I never wanted that to change. “Hey Alisa, there’s something I have to talk to you about. It’s probably a really horrible time to tell you, but I have to say it.” He said. It was obvious he was trying to build up some kind of nerve. He turned to me and looked into my eyes. This was serious. He took my hands in his and squeezed them tight. “Alisa… I love you.” He said. “What?” I asked. “I love you” he said again. Shit! This wasn’t good. “Umm… Andrew I have a boyfriend.” I said, he looked at me and squinted his eyes. “But you dumped victor.” He said, “It’s not victor.” I said. He thought about that for a moment then gasped. “Brandon? You’re Dating Brandon!” he asked in a hysterical voice. I couldn’t help myself; I burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. “No, no Andrew I’m not dating Brandon. He’s in hospital for the next week or two anyway.” I said, he furrowed his brow in confusion. “Then who?” he asked in a disgruntled tone. Shit… I didn’t want to tell him that either. I looked down at my hands, what should I tell him? “Alisa, Tell me the truth” he said, well that clears it up. If he wanted to know, who was I to deny him? “He was a very old friend, he left about 3 years ago, but he’s come back… and well. I always loved him, even when he was gone I always hung on to him. and now that he’s back, I just cant help myself.” I said as I smiled. I
squeezed my legs together as victor’s words paid over in my head. I wondered if anyone else could smell that. I hoped not. “You let him… I mean the two of you had… why?” he demanded. I bit my lip, why was right. “I don’t know, I was able to restrain myself with victor. But when it came to André… it was like magic Andrew. I love him.” I whispered. He furrowed his brow again and tried to understand that, I didn’t blame him for being confused. I mean I was confused for Christ sake, how could anyone expect him to understand? The bell went but he didn’t move, neither did I. we sat there in silence, not saying anything. No one around us told us to move, they knew we wouldn’t listen anyway.
Part 15 I drove to the supermarket shortly after Andrew and I had said our awkward goodbyes. I hoped all this bullshit would blow over between Brandon and Andrew, I loved them both… just not enough for what they wanted. I wanted to be with André, he was my life long love, and sure he was a little old for me. But soon enough, I would be too old for him. And one day I wouldn’t be able to be with him anymore. Not when people thought I was old enough to be his mother… his grandmother! My days with any vampire would be numbered. When I got to the supermarket I ran in and grabbed a few boxes of muesli bars, I was practically living off them lately. It wasn’t long before I was driving home again and even sooner that I realized I had eaten my way through three muesli bars. That wasn’t like me. I stopped eating and crammed the box back into the plastic bag. When I got home the doors where locked and all the lights where off, just the way I had left it. I left the keys in the ignition and walked up the stairs into my house. I flopped down on the large couch and flipped on the TV. I sat back and closed my eyes, nothing good was on and no one would be home for hours. I needed the sleep anyway, especially after last night. It wasn’t long before my mind drifted back to the beautiful memory of our bodies entwining below the glint of the moon light. I soon found myself drifting into the familiar welcomed unconsciousness I had once hated so much. “Morning sleeping beauty” I herd a wonderful melodic voice coo in my ear. I opened my eyes to see both my father and André; André was standing over me and my father watching from the kitchen. I remembered his plan’s I was suppose to be surprised. “André?” I asked as I got up into a sitting position and tried to smooth out my hair. “I’m surprised you remember me, it’s been almost three years” he said in an appraising tone. His acting skills where well advanced as well. Something about that fact made me smile. I pulled him into a tight hug, partly for show, but mostly because I had missed him. “Are you kidding me? How could I ever forget you André?” I said in an overly excited voice. I suppressed the erg to say ‘especially after last night.’ But he knew that better than anyone. He pulled me away; we were still acting after all.
“André’s going to stay with us for a couple of weeks.” My father said, partly to give me the information and partly to remind me he was still in the room. I let my eyes bulge; he really was going to stay with us. “Really!?!” I asked in a high pitched hysterical voice. “Really.” My father said as he mocked my excitement. I really had missed André he had always been there to look out for me when I was younger, but then when he was gone… I was too. I had locked myself away in a box, waiting for him to come back. It wasn’t until this year I had been able to truly express any real emotions. But now he was back, and he was mine. “That’s Great!” I said. I was very happy his promises last night hadn’t just been lies. He was going to stay with me, for a few weeks at least. He was going to be my lover of the night, but simply my friend in the morning. Damn, sometimes I wish age didn’t matter. I wonder if my father knows about André’s… condition. I took André’s hands in mine and giggled at his wide spread smile. He was obviously as happy about this as I was. “Well, I suggest you get changed out of your uniform before we go out. Unless you want to stay in your uniform.” My father said. “What do you mean? Where are we going?” I asked. He smiled at my obvious excitement, my father and I didn’t go out much. We both preferred to be left alone when dining, silence didn’t scare us. I hated the fact a forced conversation would take place during a meal when you where going out. “Yes, I’ve made reservations at the golden panda.” He said. My smile brightened, I loved Chinese food. I smiled back at André and got to my feet. “I better go get dressed then.” I said. My dad smiled at me, I walked over and pecked him on the cheek before skipping happily down the hallway to my room. I closed my door behind me and rummaged through my wardrobe. I had noticed André’s outfit had been very dark, just as my father had looked in his suit. I knew neither one of them would change, so I might as well match them. I pulled out my favorite black cocktail dress that just came past my thighs. I remember the day I had bought it, I expected my dad to get angry with me for buying such a skimpy dress. But instead he told me I looked beautiful and had legs even my mother would have killed for. He had been a different man since my mother had died, but the strange thing was he seemed happier. I knew how he felt on the inside, he was hurting. He was trying to be brave and go easy on me.
I swiped my toiletries from my desk and ran towards the bathroom. I let my hair fall around my face and flow gently over my shoulders. I used mostly browns and blacks for my make up selection, trying to make it match the clothing I was going to be sporting. It worked better than I had imagined, for the second time in the past week I had seen my mother where my reflection should be. Was I becoming more like her? Or was I just suddenly noticing our resemblance. I tried to push the thought from my mind. I gave my appearance a once over and walked back to my bedroom, I fondled around in my closet until I found my favorite black stilettos. ‘Hooker heals’ as Marisa had named them. I took one deep breath and walked out into the lounge room. I watched and stifled my laughter when I saw both André and my father’s eyes pop from there sculls when they saw me. A small giggle escaped my lips and my cheeks broke out into a light rose colored blush. I walked over to the two of them and linked arms with my father. “Ready?” I asked. My father frowned. “I’m afraid I have to go back to work, there calling an emergence meeting. I’m afraid if we don’t keep our human ratio up the school could soon be closed, indefinitely. ” he said. I knew how much the school meant to him, because I knew how much the school meant to me. “I understand, I’ll go over the paperwork later tonight. Something tells me I’ve slept to much already, I might as well do something useful.” I said, he smiled and kissed my forehead. “That’s my girl. I’ll see you two later, take care of my girl you hear?” he asked André. I giggled but André only smiled. “I’ll take good care of her Arthur, don’t worry about that.” He said. My father smiled and patted him on the shoulder before walking out of the house. “Well, that sucks” I said unhappily. André chuckled at my reaction. I heard the car roar to life, looks like I wasn’t going out after all. Oh well, I sighed audibly and walked back into my bedroom. I wanted to at least be wearing a comfortable outfit. I felt someone’s cold arms wrap around me, I jumped and pressed my body against his unintentionally. “And where do you think your going?” he asked. I giggled and attempt to kiss his cheek. He was holding me too tightly; I couldn’t even see what I was reaching for. I decided to weight for him to let go of me. “Well, I’d prefer to wear something more comfortable when I’m around my own house. No to mention if you stood in front of me when I was
sitting in dads chair, I don’t think the view would be to lady like.” I said, he chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Don’t you want to go out now?” he asked. I giggled and wormed my way around his arms. I turned to him and reached my arms up around his neck. “I can think of much better ways to use our uninterrupted time together. Besides our ride just left for a meeting, it wont be back till late.” I said. If I was hungry later I’d send dad a message and ask him to pick us up some take away food. “In that case, maybe you should be comfortable.” He said. I giggled and kicked off my shoes, it made me even shorter and I was sad to see them go. He leaned down to make it easier for me, and kissed my lips passionately. I knew where this was going and so did he. My hands slid down his chest and back up to his arms, pushing his leather jacket to the floor. He helped me remove his thick black cotton shirt, and quickly proceeded with removing my straps from my arms. He slowly pulled the dress down below my chest and let it fall to the floor, forming a pool of black fabric around my legs. I loved him, more than anyone I had ever loved before. He hitched my legs around his waist and carried me into the spare bedroom. Obviously dad had either given him a tour earlier in the day, or he had had time to explore last night. I suppose that bed had probably never seen action and it really was time to christen it anyway. When André had finally let me go I changed into some more comfortable sweats and took off all the make up on my face, not that there was much left anyway. I walked into dad’s office and started the robotic work of checking over his paperwork. It was all very simple average stuff until I came to one document that made me storm out of the room. It was another person pulling out of our school. Why? God Damn It Why!?! I stormed out the lounge room and sat down on the couch with a loud Humph! Why were my kind all acting so god damn horrible? The different races weren’t horrible to humans, actually a lot of them where incredibly nice. I knew it wasn’t the students fault, though I knew not many of them cared for the other races. It was the parents and the media to blame.
Ever other night there would be articles and news segments about the dangers of modern living. They where all claiming many additional fake Danger’s now lurking our streets, none of them even made sense. It was utterly pathetic! People should know better than to walk out into a dark alley or talk to strangers. It wasn’t like we didn’t have these problems among our own race before the others started showing up! God damn I hate racism!
Part 16 “Is it just me or is someone a little aggravated?” André whispered in my ear. I exhaled sharply and placed my hand on his. He moved it from my shoulder down to encircle me with his arms, giving me a heartwarming hug from behind the couch. “Racists just piss me off, that’s all.” I said in an aggravated tone, it wasn’t like me to swear at people unless I was joking, especially not people I was involved with. “Who’s being racist?” he asked, I forgot he didn’t know about all of this. But surely he had notice it in the community. “Humans keep dropping out of school. I think there’s only 4 0r maybe 5 of us left now, it’s pathetic. I don’t see why everyone is so scared about multiculturalism! It makes no sense to worry about something harmless. I had a mind reader confess he believe my entire species was a bunch of racist bastards until he met me… its killing dad to see so much racial tension, it hurts to watch him. Dad and I must be the exception to the rule then I suppose. Maybe our race is just a bunch of racist bastards.” I said. It was somehow incredibly depressing to realize my race was so horrible. And even worse to know I was apart of such a horrific group of creatures, I was an abomination. “I bet you, if they’re given the chance there minds will change.” he said as he attempted to comfort me with his reassuring words. Even he knew it was important to believe in something. “Thanks André, its nice to know someone had faith in us.” I said as I turned my face and pecked his cheek lightly. “Your welcome my love. Now, do you think you can go back to work, or would you like me to help you relax again?” he asked slyly. I made him watch and wait as I contemplated that, it was fun to know what buttons to push with André. “Hmm, I suppose a little relaxation wouldn’t hurt, after all; all work and no play make jack a very dull boy.” I said, and with that he lunged himself at me and flung his body over the couch. Where we going to have to christen every piece of furniture in the house? The very idea sent pleasant images flowing through my mind. Once André had fallen asleep in the buff I went to grab some clothing. I shoved everything I needed back in the bathroom and went to retrieve my
lover vampire. I walked towards his beautiful naked body and kissed his cheek, his eyes popped open and looked at me. “I think we need a shower” I said, he smiled and quickly got to his feet. He picked me up into his arms and within minutes the shower had become just another piece of furniture officially christened by me and André’s incredible love making. I had gotten hungry after all the ‘christening’ me and André had done. I texted dad and asked him to bring home some food, he agreed and said he probably wouldn’t be home for another hour or two. He said he was having some trouble with a few members on the board of education. They said our intellectual average was definitely within the higher rankings of schools in this area. But if our human ratio dropped any further the rest of my race would have to be expelled. That wasn’t going to happen to us. They said there was only two ways we could fix this. Either we could expel all the humans now, or we would have to find a way of boosting our social status. That meant improving the grade point average to the top in the country and find some serious out side funding. I knew both of those things weren’t going to happen without some serious effort. I didn’t know many humans in the community; they all seemed to stay at a safe distance from me. I was a minority now, a human that actually cared for other races than my own. Maybe my race was purely evil, maybe we should be exterminated. I think perhaps humans should be sent off to another country just for them, everyone would be a lot happier. Humans like myself-the ones that where actually all for immigration-could stay, surely they would accept us if we accepted them. If humans would just listen, I knew there where creatures willing to educate us. I knew if I could get everyone to listen, maybe our school would have a chance…Maybe. But would we listen? Would our race be able to sit there and listen to what they had to say without voicing our own opinions? Our race was deffinetly known for there appointive nature, I don’t think anyone could stand being told there opinions didn’t matter. I started casting possible spokesmen, who would we be most likely to listen to? Who did our race seem to hate the most? That was obvious, vampires and werewolves where very far up the list, but there was probably one species
even further up the list. The only difference with this race, we all had a reason to be scared of them. Every race was scared of them. The demonic’s… the only race even vampires feared, and yet the race other than humans they were related to other than humans. After all, a vampire was basically a human demon high-breed. A human infused with demonic blood, they where no longer one person, they where two people infused within one body. The demonic soul and the original human essence the dwelled within the body before they where changed. It was strange to thing victor was so much older than André. André had only been changed three years ago; people had said victor had been hundreds of years old. I’d even heard one rumor that said he had been among the first to be changed, but I didn’t believe that. It had been 600 years since this started happening, and it was another 70 years after that till vampires started to appear. No one really knew how there race was started, but there where always rumors. It seemed like everything was just a rumor these days. Everything was gossip or hear say, it was so pathetic. I had always preferred to hear it directly from the horses mouth or to of actually been their so I knew the story for myself. But I suppose maybe a vampire was the perfect spokesmen, after all they where half human. I got out of my fathers leather work chair and looked up at the clock above the now sleeping computer. 1:39 great, I really was tiered. I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around my waist, his bold muscular body felt wonderful as it wrapped around me. André kissed my cheek and whispered lightly in my ear. “So when’s your father coming home? Id expected Arthur to be hear by now” he asked, I turned around in his arms and wrapped my self around him. “Why do you want to know?” I asked. He chuckled and moved his head down towards mine, his lips where only centimeters away from mine. “I simply wanted to know when I would no longer be able to do this” he said slyly as his lips gently touched mine, he was teasing me. When he pulled away I giggled, two can play at this game. “Well, I’d say we have another hour or two, more than enough time for another round.” I said as I kissed his freezing bare chest and ran my tongue down the crease between his pecks. I abruptly pulled my lips away and smiled up at him.
“But I’m tiered, I don’t think id be able to last.” I said. Being cruel was fun. He smiled down at me; he knew what I was doing. “Well I suppose we’ll have to start testing your limits then.” He said. It was nice to know he could play along with me; he’d need that ability for the future… if we have a future. The sudden thought made me shiver. He pulled away and let me go; he must have thought it was him. I crushed myself back to him and looked up at his face angrily. He smiled down and kissed my nose. “Your cold” he said as if it where a simple fact. I chuckled. “No, I just had a… bed thought I suppose.” I said. He wrapped his arms around me once again and leaned down to kiss me passionately. He wrapped my legs around his waist again and lay me down on the floor of my dad’s office. I wanted to be taken my room; for one thing the floor was uncomfortable. But I also didn’t want dad to accidentally catch us, or find out about what we had down. But I suppose I didn’t want to wait that long, my skin burned for his frozen touch. It was as if I could only purge the burning of my skin by having André take me. His frozen skin soothed the heat in mine comfortably. His lips where the sweetest kind of medicine, it was as if every inch of his was molded perfectly for mine. I had never felt this way, and when André touched me, I new I wanted to be with him forever. I was his, and I would always be his. I carried his mark, and I would always carry it. He had been the first to take me, and the only one to ever have the opportunity to do so. I would never give myself to another person… willingly that is. It had been a long day; I hadn’t gotten through a third of dad’s paperwork. I was tiered and I knew dad would be home soon. I decided to get to sleep, I needed it after all. I got dressed in my favorite pink silk ‘private property’ night gown-much to André’s distaste-and climbed into bed. I told André to wait up for dad; André didn’t need to sleep anyway. It would probably make dad less suspicious and I really did need to sleep. He kissed me good night the way he se to when I was 13 and closed the door behind him, it was nice to know André was still the same hunk of a man I had once known.
He was still my André at heart, but now… my body yearned for him even more than it had before. When I was younger all I wanted from him was a simple kiss, but I suppose I didn’t think of men the way I had when I was younger. I now knew what a man concealed from my site, and yet André’s was still the only one I yearned for. His was the only I had ever wanted, and ever had. ‘I love you André… good night lover’ Was my last thought before drifting off into a pleasant sleep?
Part 17 André’s POV I sat on Alisa’s couch and waited patiently for her father to come home. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t help but think about the beautiful child sleeping not but 100yards from me. But Alisa wasn’t a child anymore; she was a young woman, my woman. I remember the last time I had seen her before me and Michael had left for Paris. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible, and yet I wanted to be there with her. But I had convinced myself it was for the best, I still believe what I did was for the best. It was so hard to say good bye to her, she was my little Lisy, she was so very young and I knew we could never be together. I searched for a way to regain my youth, just so I could be with her. But there was nothing, I had searched for a year and came up with nothing. It was ironic that the thing I had been looking for to keep me with my little Lisy was the very thing that drove me away from her. I was simply walking home from my little Lisy’s house; I had spent the night with her and her father. I was walking down what people had called a bad street when Michael had found me. He hadn’t eaten in days and the pain of hunger was driving him insane. He lunged at me, and drank of my sweet crimson liquid. But he did not kill me; he was far too moral to do that. Most hosts would have given anything to turn vampiric, I was one of them. When I had been fully changed Michael had been the one to teach and feed me. He was the one that made me understand my new strengths and weaknesses. But this had all come at a price, I couldn’t be around Alisa for long before the craving would set in. after feeding I would have roughly one hour before the cravings would set in once again. The younger we where the more we needed to feed. For a new born like my self, I would need to feed daily. With every 30 odd years we would be able to resist the hunger for another day. I had fed and ran as quickly as I could to Alisa’s house. She was waiting for me as always. I remember feeling horrible about not calling; it wasn’t like me to be away for so long. It had been almost a full week since I had seen her and I couldn’t help but feel excessively excited by the simplicity of her presence. She was my little angel, I had to remind myself of her age, and she was still an innocent.
I took her by the hand and went for a walk with her, something we had become accustomed to doing over the last 13 odd months. She was mature for her age, she had never seen like a little girl to me. She was only 13 and yet she seemed to be mentally developed far beyond her age. She had the mental prowess of a woman twice her age, and the body of one at least in her late teenage years. I had always hated when my mind drifted to such thoughts. I couldn’t have her that way, not yet. It had been half an hour; I knew I was running out of time. I sat her down on the bench and sighed audibly, I remember our exact words. “Alisa… I have to go away for a while. I don’t think I’ll be able to see you for a long time.” I said, I remember the way she looked at me. She was worried and I could tell she was definitely confused. She had become accustomed to my presence just as I had become accustomed to hers. “I’ll be back, I promise you that. I won’t abandon you Lisy.” I said as I took her hands in mine, she looked up at me and I had to watch as her eyes reddened. “Why?” she asked. If I could have cried I would have. I had never reacted to saying goodbye to a woman this way before. I now knew I loved her, I had to get as far away from her as I could, I would do it for her. I would do it to save her. I would save her from what I had become, and when I was able to control it… I would be back. I would be back for her, and if her father did not approve I would take her away with me. “It’s not safe for you to be around me at the moment. I’ll make sure I write regularly and call you when I can. I promise you my little Lisy; I will be back for you.” I promised. A single tear leaked down her flawless white skin, still untouched by the revenges of puberty. How could a crying woman be so appealing to me, I had always been with older strong women. I had found them to be interesting enough to keep me occupied. But now, this beautiful child had made me go against everything I had once known, she had made me change the tedious rhythm of my life into a wild unpredictable worldwide that revolved solely on her schedule. I pulled her into a tight hug and cradled her face to my neck; I loved this young beauty more than she would ever know. “Don’t cry Alisa, don’t cry” I whispered. “I can’t help it, I’m going to miss you André… I… I love you André” she said back as she stuttered a few times from the tears. This news came as a shock to me; my young love felt the same for me as I did for her. She shared my affection, our feelings where mutual.
“I love you to Lisy” I whispered, I felt the hunger slowly make it self present and I knew I was out of time. “Be safe…” I whispered before leaving her with a small token of myself. A small kiss on her forehead, I didn’t dare lead my lips to her moth. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rip my self away at that point, no matter how young she was… I still loved her. I ran so quickly away from her it must have seemed as if I had disappeared. I had hated myself for leaving her like that; I should have at least walked her home. But I knew I wouldn’t have been able to make it that far, the hunger would have gotten the best of me. My little Lisy’s scent was more mouth watering than I had expected. She was my love, my one and only love. Never would I bed another woman until I had bedded my Lisy. Little did I know that was a promise I could never keep, I hadn’t bedded another woman yet, I had fed from donor blood. But the taste was bland and flavorless. Michael had told me when I returned to him the hunger would only grow fiercer if I did not feed the way we where intended to. If we fed off donor blood and where deprived of sexual engagement for very long we would become monstrously hungry. I would never be able to see my little Lisy again. I had to break my promise, but it was for Lisy. At least, that is what I told myself. I would keep my other promises, I would see her again and I would love and miss her. Every second I was away from my beloved Alisa felt like agony. I soon told Michael we had to leave, I couldn’t be near her. I needed her safe; I needed my self to be far away from her. I needed to be far away from any chance of what I was hurting her, or someone she loved. I could never cause her pain. Michael had taken me to Paris, the city was exciting at first but I spoke little French so it was very difficult to understand what was going on. The first year was absolutely enthralling. It was everything, the elaborate party’s, the captivating people, the stupendous sex, and the sweet crimson blood my body had so longed for. Finally I found blood that overwhelmed my senses, the blood that sent my passions aflame. The blood that seemed to bring me higher than any climax I had ever had before my transformation. The first year was bliss but as time went on… it became tedious. After my second year the sex had failed to arouse my
senses and the blood grew dull, I was falling into another rhythmic schedule, I had been away from Alisa for long enough. But Michael thought other wise. He believes though I was growing bored with this way of life it must be thoroughly drilled into my mind, he refused to let me leave until he was certain I would not stray from that path. But why would I stray from that path if it would help me with Alisa? Why would I take another path that would place my beloved in danger? How could Michael think such a thing of me? I would never endanger my beloved’s life! Never would I place her in a position of harm! I continued with his tedious rhythm of life for almost a year before I spoke up again. He agreed to watch me one final month before he decided I was ready to see my beloved again. Michael had decided to spend some time with an old friend of his; it was quite a surprise his friends lived in the same town as my Lisy. Would she have been safer if I didn’t leave? When I arrived at her house I didn’t even know if she where the one that live within those walls, I didn’t know if she had moved or not. But I knew Arthur had never been one to move, his family had lived in that small broken down house for generations. I would definitely have to help him renovate it while I was here. I had entered the house and looked around; it was definitely still Arthur’s house. Photos of him and Alisa filled the house, and yet as I searched the frames Alisa’s mother was nowhere to be found. When I came to her room I was amazed, it had changed very little from the last time I had seen it. The only real difference was her small single bed was now a very inviting king sized one, and her walls where no longer a sunshine yellow, they where now a simple, plain, egg shell white color. Her wall color had always reminded me of her personality, warm and happy. I wondered if she was no longer the happy Alisa I had left behind three years ago. Had that much changed with my Alisa? Or was she simply to old for a yellow bedroom now? She’d be 16 turning 17 this year. She was definitely garneted to change a little with time. But how much had changed? Would she still want me after all this time? Would she even remember who I was? What about my name, would she recall me at all? I walked through her room and breathed deeply, I was trying to inhale as much of her scent as I could, that way I would not be so overwhelmed when I saw her once again.
The sky outside her bedroom had become dark; I had no need for the light. But still my vision was better with it, only by a small fraction. But even so it was an improvement. I flicked on her light switch and ran my finger across her long row of books. ‘I see her passion for fiction hasn’t changed’ I remember saying to myself. I heard a car engine slowly inch up her drive way, ‘Crap!’ Perhaps I should wait until the morning. I could watch her as she slept and make sure my senses where equipped to handle her scent. I shut off her light hoping she hadn’t noticed and hid in the dark room across from hers and waited. She walked slowly and cautiously, she knew I was there. ‘Fuck!’ was the only thing I could think. She entered her room cautiously and spoke. “H-Hello?” she asked in a confused voice. The very sound sent chills down my spine. I had missed the angel like chorus of her voice. She flicked on the lights and walked into the room; even as she was scared she still looked flawlessly beautiful. She sat on her bed and I watched as her eyes flickered around the room. She was more beautiful than I had remembered; my memory had done her little justice. “I know someone’s here!” she said angrily, damn… I was made. I gave up and walked slowly from the room I was in to her door way. My footsteps where heavy and probably sounded distant, and echo-like. I stood in her door way and smiled at her beautiful face. She looked up at me, I watched as her eyes bulge and mouth dropped open wide. In that moment I knew she recognized me, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug. She traced my body up and down with her eyes, I couldn’t tell if she was checking me out or trying to figure out if I was really there. I winked at her, the simple gesture made her mouth shut close. “Miss me?” I asked playfully. Surprisingly she jumped from her feet and straight into my arms. I held her there securely. “André!” she all but screamed in my ear. I chuckled and shushed her. I felt her body vibrate as she giggled and nuzzled further into my neck. “Oh Andre’, I’ve missed you so much! Where did you go?” she asked me in a tone I guessed was both aggravated and yet still agonized. She had missed me, it was the sweetest realization I had had in years. “I’m sorry love, I had to leave. A friend I suppose you could call him that took off to Paris for a while. I’m sorry I didn’t write as I promised, I missed you love.” As said as I sat the two of us down on her large comfortable bed. She skillfully un-entangled her body from mine and sat cross legged
in front on me, I mirrored her position and stared at her beautiful feature I had missed so very much. I took her hands in mine and I felt the warmth of her blood. Surely she had notice my freezing cold temperature. As I had expected she looked down and examined my hands, I felt smug and smiled again. I could still predict everything she did, I knew my Lisy very well. She looked up at my smug little smile and scrutinized it carefully. I knew what she was looking for, I knew my Lisy well. I opened my mouth and exposed the elongated K9’s I had once felt proud of. She gasped loudly and smacked one hand over he mouth, she knew what I was.
Part 18 André’s POV “You… you’re a…” She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat. I knew this was going to be hard for her to accept, but I had hoped she would accept me… one day. “You’re a vampire” she finally spat out. I felt a sudden wave of shame and realization wash over me. I looked down at the space between our bodies, avoiding her gaze. She wasn’t going to accept this anytime soon, would she love me enough to take me anyway? Would she ever be able to accept what I was? Or would I have to realize I had made a mistake that would haunt me for eternity. She slowly cupped my face in her hand and pulled my face up to meet hers. “André, its ok, you’re not the first vampire I’ve met.” she said, I looked at her confused then moved in to smell her clothing. I stiffened and became enraged when I smelt the scent of my own kind on her body. She had seen another of my kind recently, she had touched them… for some reason this infuriated me more than I had expected it to. “You’ve been touched by a vampire… less than 24hours ago” I said bleakly, I felt my body tense as I said the very words I had been thinking. She smiled and nodded weekly, it served only to strengthen the pure rage boiling in the pit of my stomach. She moved closer to my face and stared into my eyes, she wasn’t scared… she seemed incredibly interested in something. She was looking straight into my eyes; it felt as if she could see into my very soul. “Your eyes change color when you’re angry” she said. That took me by surprise, my anger slowly started to subside as she traced her finger under my eye lid. My face turned to a mask of confusion. “What do you mean?” I asked as she continuously traced circles under my eyes, it was having a helpful soothing affect that slowly dissolved the anger I was feeling. “Your eyes turn black when you get angry, and then back to honey brown when you feel better.” She said, I smiled and felt my eyebrows rise. I had never noticed that about myself before, or any other of our kind. But then again, it wasn’t something I went looking for either.
I looked back at her creamy colored skin. She smiled and realized how close we had gotten to one another, I saw her skin blushed and she slowly pulled away. “The blush in your cheeks is beautiful” I said in an appraising tone as I stroked the side of my face with my fingers, it left a stream of blush where my fingers traced over her silk like skin. I chuckled at her human reactions and leaned in slowly to kiss her glass smooth crimson lips. She seemed just as egger as I. I hadn’t anticipated the feelings she sent through my body as our lips touched. It was something no woman had ever evoked of my body, not even in the beginning had anything felt this well. Even climax seemed second to this simplistic kiss. She was mine, and she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She loved me as I loved her. I pulled away and stared into her wondrous liquid blue eyes. I had missed her more than anything in the world, and now I had her, I would always have her. Nothing would ever take me away from my love again. “I missed you Alisa, everyday” I whispered. I watched as her eyes redden and her lids bat against the tears. She was going to cry, such a human reaction. I would have to remember that, she was still human. But she was my human. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me very passionately. I was taken by surprise; the Alisa I knew was quiet and very timid. She knocked me back on her fluffy purple pillows and kissed me violently. I returned the favor and added my own passion to her needy kiss. I loved her so very much, and now she was mine. Or at least… she was going to be mine. “I love you” I whispered. She beamed and attempted to deepen the kiss, I kissed her back with out worrying about the amount of pressure I was applying. After all she would tell me if I was being to rough, wouldn’t she? She persisted with me none the less and seemed to be applying as much force as I. I pulled away slightly to let her breath, after all she was still human. “I love you André” she whispered when she was finally able to control her breathing. I felt my lips curve into a smile as they traced there way back up to meet her own. I kissed her lips lightly once and pulled away to stare at her exquisite face. I could tell by the look in her eyes she had missed me. Her expression was an uncanny mirror of my own. She had been just as torn by
my leaving as I was when I had left her behind. But now I had come back to claim what was rightfully mine. “I’m sorry I had to leave you my love, I had no choice. It was dangerous for me to be around you, especially considering I was what they called new blood.” I said as I took her delicate hands in mine. “What do you mean ‘new blood’?” she asked. I bit his lip as I pondered how to explain it. I wondered how much I needed to tell her, and how much I should tell her. I was determined to her as much about me as I could. “I had just been bitten. I was new to that way of life, but I was dangerous. I didn’t know how to control the… well the enhanced senses I suppose you could say. If I had been around you at that time, I’m not sure what I would have done. But I want you to know, I left for your own good. I was no good for you then. But I’m here now, I’m safe now.” I said, my voice turning to a low whispered as I reached the end. She smiled as if to admire the love she shared with me. “You’ve always been safe André. You would never let anything happen to me, I trust you.” she whispered. I smiled at first, she loved and trusted me. What more could I have asked for? I was far to luck for my own good. But I had almost let her scent distract me when we where in the park, I was so close to draining her frail young body… and yet I couldn’t do it to her. Her scent at the moment filled the room, the huger with in me screamed for attention but I paid it little notice. “Are you ok André?” she asked, I looked up at he reassuring face then quickly turned it back down to stare at our hands. If I were going to tell her this I needed all the bravery I could muster. “I almost killed you; it had been a week after the transformation. I was running to see your dad, he would have helped me. But then I saw you in the park, my little Lisy I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. ” he said as his hands tightened around mine. I squeezed his back and smiled at him. “You remember when I… kissed you?” I said, she smiled wider at the memory, it looked as if she where trying to suppress her laughter. “Actually, I think it’s the strongest memory I have.” she said as she looked at me and smiled sheepishly. I smiled down at our hands, but didn’t dare look her in the eyes. “I was so close to biting you, I had to leave. They say the blood of the one where destined for calls the strongest to us. And I’ve never met anyone who blood is stronger than yours. I wanted it so badly and yet I knew I could never do anything to hurt you. I knew I’d come back one day when
you where older, I could never have a relationship with a 13 year old. Not considering I was 23. But I would wait for you, and I did.” I said. “I love you André, thank you.” She whispered. I smiled crookedly and leaned in to kiss her mesmerizing lips once again. She soon straddled my torso and pushed me back on the bed, making it squeak as we went. She giggled but only broke the kiss for a second, just so she could prevent our heads from hitting one another. She let my hands wander up and down my chest, the feeling was indescribable. It was as if every little motion she made was designed to please me. The very thought made me smile with delight. If these small movements made me feel this way, what was going to happen later? “I love you” I whispered. She was my girl now, all for me… soon. She let her hands gently pry off my leather jacket. When I realized what she was doing I helped her discard it. I inched up her blue sweater and gracefully pulled it off without any trouble, my many years of entertaining women had paid off nicely. She leaned back down and kissed me passionately once her first article of clothing was off. She slowly let my hands roam the peeks of my frozen solid chest. Her hands slowly slid up the dark black material and across my solid white frozen skin. With every little touch my body grew tense and my member swelled into a hard stiffness. Never had a woman arouse me so fully before Alisa, I was going to enjoy this even more than I had expected. She pulled up the front of my shirt carefully. When I realized what she was trying to do I decided to give her a hand, it was only fair. I let her admire my firm tight abs and perfect flat stomach. She was obviously impressed, I had always been proud of my appearance. I had been muscular before the transformation, and now it seemed to suit me all the more. She crushed her lips to mine and aloud my tongue entrance to the sweet centre of her mouth. They wrestled for dominancy in our mouths; the feeling was like nothing I had experienced before. She was so damn perfect and far too seductive for her own good; I was surprised she was still a virgin. Was she a virgin? I slowly pulled up the thin material of her top. Before I got to get any further I paused and looked up at her. She was biting her lip; I could tell she was undecided about this. I loved her, and I wanted her so much I thought I may have to rip my own skin off to cool my body. But I would
not make her do something she was against; I would not rap the woman I loved. “Are you sure you want this Lisy?” I asked skeptically, she smiled at me and nodded. “I don’t want you, I need you.” she clarified in a strangely seductive voice. I became more excited than before. And soon enough, thanks to my very skilled hands, the rest of our clothing had been discarded. I loved Alisa more than life itself; I would do anything for her. I would give her anything, I was just lucky what she wanted would benefit me more than her. Or so I thought. As I sat there on Alisa’s fathers couch and let the memories of Alisa’s first time wash over me I couldn’t help but smile. I had never felt so strongly or be able to stay so… entertained for so long and so many times in one night. I was glad her father hadn’t woken up, he and I where still friends. I heard the quiet purr of her fathers car engine purr quietly. He was home, and we had some things to talk about… maybe. Part 19 André’s POV Arthur walked through the door quietly and lifted his chin up to acknowledge me. I returned the favor and smiled over at him. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Want one?” he asked, I shook my head and turned my attention back to the TV. I didn’t pay attention to what was on the screen. I didn’t really care. He walked over and sat next to me, landing on the couch with a loud thudding sound as he exhaled. “So where’s Alisa?” he asked, I looked over at him briefly to reply. “She went to bed about an hour ago; I told her I’d wait up for you. She’s a good girl, but she still need’s her sleep.” I said. that much was true. She did need her sleep after everything we had been doing today. I didn’t want her to be tiered out all the time because I can’t control my stupid supercharged hormones. I didn’t want to deprive her of the much needed sleep, or her basic nutrition. Perhaps I should slow it down a bit, maybe only once or twice a day from now on. She was human after all.
“I think she’s rather found of you André. She doesn’t usually take a shine to men the way Alisa has to you.” He said with a sly smile. I smiled and chuckled slightly. A shine was putting it lightly, she never simply shined, and Alisa glowed. “Yeah, I think she does to. I just think I might be a little old for her, she’s a great girl, don’t get me wrong, it’s just the age difference.” I said, I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea… but I didn’t want to give her the right idea either. “Why does that matter? You’re a vampire anyway right? Age shouldn’t matter anymore.” He said bleakly. I raised my eyebrows, what he was saying was true. It was the exact reason I became one. Some day she could choose to join me, or I would at least have these few years of love where no one would look at us strangely or with some measure of disgust. But why was her father telling me this. “If I where you I wouldn’t be saying that kind of stuff, someone might think you want me to date your daughter.” I said bleakly as I cracked my neck, I was starting to stiffen. “Who says I wouldn’t want you dating my daughter? Is there something about you I don’t know?” he said, I raised my eye brows and turned to him. Arthur was at least twice my age, and yet he still felt like one of the guys. “Are you saying you want me to date your daughter?” I asked, he laughed and rolled his eyes. “I’m saying it wouldn’t be the end of the world. And I certainly wouldn’t stand in the way of my daughter’s happiness, but if you ever broke her heart you’d be looking at the pointy end of a stake my friend.” He said, I chuckled and contemplated that for a moment, maybe in a few weeks perhaps I could be myself with Alisa around Arthur. Well, I’d have to tone it down a bit, I wasn’t going to screw Arthur’s daughter in front of him. But behind closed doors… “But she’s a bit young don’t you think, I certainly couldn’t be with her the way I could with any other woman. It against the law anyway.” I said, hoping to throw him off my tracks. Surprisingly he let out a loud laugh but soon got control of himself. “Well for one thing what the government doesn’t know won’t hurt them. And secondly I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t her first.” He said. Why was he telling me such things? Did he think the fact I wasn’t her first would make me happy? I knew I was her first, I had seen the blood on her sheets that night… He stood and patted my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t the first vampire she’d bedded either” he whispered. Now that really got to me. I knew I was her first in bed, but to know she had been with another of my kind while I was away… it hurt. I had stayed solitary for her for three years and she couldn’t return the favor? Sure I had to sleep with woman to gain sustenance but that didn’t excuse her doing the same with someone else. If she had no choice it would be different, but the truth was she hadn’t stayed loyal to me. How dare she? I watched as Arthur yawned and shoved the beer back in the fridge, he had noticed my sudden silence. He seemed to be feeling relatively smug about it to. He walked down the hallway and called out an audible set of pleasantries. I wasn’t listening but I called out all the same. “Night” I said briefly. What was I thinking? How could I be this jealous? She was only 13 when I had left and she was only 16 now. She had probably thought I had abandoned her, after all I promise to write and to be back soon. It had been three years and I hadn’t sent one post it stamps. I was the one in the wrong; I had left her to fend for herself. She was already taking care of her father and from what Arthur had told me achieving some of the highest marks in her school. She needed someone to take care of her for once, how could I begrudge her that? I knew the answer; I just didn’t want to blame myself. I shut of the TV and walked to the guest room. I made sure my moves where audible as so not to arouse suspicion from Arthur. I lay still in that large open bed until Arthur was asleep. I still needed to feed daily, though the thought of seducing a woman at this late hour was more than a loathsome idea, I knew it had to be done. Alisa’s POV When I woke I felt strange, I was warm. It was a strangely nice wake up call, to have the sun beating down on my back instead of someone’s freezing cold touch. I rolled over and let the sun warm my face, the feeling was incredible. It could tell from where the sun was that it was only early morning, maybe 8:30-9:00 I wouldn’t be far off. I quickly dressed and showered as I did every morning. I washed my face and decided to straighten my hair for once. When I was finished I walked out into the kitchen closing every curtain I could find, I didn’t know what rumor about vampires where true but I was going to take every precaution I could. I switched on all the lights and
slowly walked back into my room, it was the last room with an open window. I pulled them closed and my room was plunged into darkness; sweet welcoming darkness. I walked across the hallway to André’s room, I inched open the door slowly; I didn’t know what to expect. I opened the door, it was just as dark as my bedroom had been, and I flicked on the light. And there he was. My angelic doomed soul, André was sleeping soundly in his bed; I wonder if he even needs to sleep. I walked towards him and knelt down in front of him. He was so hansom as he slept; he seemed almost child-like as I watched his beautiful frame sleeping. From the way he looked, I guessed he was having a good dream. It made me curious about what his dream was; I know what I was dreaming of last night. Well, I know what I remembered last night. A small loosened spike of his brown hair fell in front of his eyes; I carefully removed it from his face. His eyes slowly opened, I smiled at his beautiful face, and it was strange to think someone so angelic could be doomed to such a fate. But I suppose bad things only happen to the best of us. “Morning” I whispered. “Morning” he whispered back. I leaned in and kissed his lips lightly. When I placed my hand on his chest I realized he was naked, I’d seen him that way before, but I’m sure he would like some privacy. “I’ll wait in the lounge room.” I said, he closed his eyes for a short moment and exhaled. It seemed to me like he was at peace; it was nice to see him that way. I gently ran my hand from his forehead down his cheek, his skin was so soft, and yet still so very hard. It reminded me of other elements of his body. I kissed his forehead and got to my feet. I stood and walked towards the door, surely he would like a little privacy so he could get changed. I tried not to think about why he was naked, or what he had been doing last night. I suppose it wasn’t the fact that he was doing it that made me upset, it was more so the fact he was doing it with someone else. Maybe it was impossible to love a vampire, without becoming insanely jealous. I knew he said it didn’t feel the same as when he was with me, but how could I be sure of that? Could I be sure of that?
Oh well, I suppose I’m just being jealous of nothing. What can I say? I loved André but I wanted him all for my self. I turned the door knob and re opened it. I felt a pair of cold appendages wrap around me, it was André. I giggled as he pulled his frozen face down to my ear. “Where do you thing you’re going?” he asked, I turned around in his arms. As I had thought, he was completely naked. “I thought you might like me to give you some privacy, so you could get changed.” I said as I reached my arms up around his neck. He coiled his arms around my waist and held me against his stiffened member. He was defiantly naked. “Are you embarrassed by my nudity?” he asked, I giggled and shook my head. “Far from it, I think I’m prouder of your nudity than you are.” I said. He chuckled and kissed my lips gently. “Perhaps you could give me a hand then.” He said as he took my hand in his and slowly kissed it in a soothing arousing manner. I giggled and slowly let my other hand drift down his chest and slid between his legs. A dark sly smiled spread across his face as my hand work in a slow teasing motion. And before I knew it his bed was christen for the second time. I left André to get dressed and made my way to the kitchen, I ate one of the muesli bars I had remember to by the other day. I was glad I had remembered, the house was pretty much bare. I was starting to feel a bit sick though, probably because I’ve been eating nothing but muesli bars for the past week. Or maybe it was all the… exercise I’d been getting lately. What can I say? André had a real hard… work out. I laughed at the idea; my mind was becoming more perverted as time progressed. It was going to be a relatively boring day, I wasn’t really in the mood for a repeat of yesterday, and I definitely didn’t feel like finishing off dads paper work. But I suppose I could go see Brandon again. It had been about 2 days or so since I’d seen him. I might as well pay him a visit. André could come if he really wanted to, but I’d prefer to go alone. I had told Brandon I wasn’t going to be dating for a while, and I suppose that was true. André I and weren’t dating, and we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend either. André was my soul mate and my lover.
Part 20 Alisa’s POV “Hello love.” André whispered in my ear, I jumped at the sudden sound. He was smiling smugly, damn vampires. I giggled at my own jumpy reaction and turned to face him. “Hello.” I said plainly. He wrapped his arms around my waist and let his hand rest of my rear. I smiled and giggled at his erotic little gesture much to André’s pleasure. “Would you mind explaining to me why the house is pitch black?” he asked, I furrowed my eye brows. “Id prefer to keep my loved ones in one piece. I don’t want you to burst into flames” I said simply. He chuckled and released me from his grasp. I watched his well toned body march itself over to the curtains and pull them back. I stifled a gasp, but nothing happened. He didn’t burst out into flames or give off some weird kind of glow. He looked like any other person standing shirtless in the sun. He turned and examined my shocked face, it made his smug smile widen. “Impressed?” he asked. Well, actually I kind of was. “Yeah.” I admitted as my eye brows raised. He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “I don’t burst into flames when I encounter the sunlight.” He said as he swept as small lock of hair from my face. “You see, I suppose for many years our kind never came out during the day. We would hunt at night and sleep away the day. It’s easier to tell what we are when we are in the sunlight. Rumors where bound to start spreading about why we dwelled in darkness when most creatures enjoy the sun light.” He said. His voice was the sweetest sound I had heard in years, I didn’t care what he was saying. He was wonderful… he was so spectacular. He was mine; I loved him more than I knew I could ever love anyone. He made me prove to myself I was capable of a love this great. He was mine. “I have to go out today, you can come if you want… but I don’t think that’s such a wise idea.” I said. He looked at me with confusion clear on his face. “Why do you think that?” he asked. I really didn’t want to tell him about Brandon, but I suppose I had to trust him.
“Ok, well if I tell you. You have to promise me you wont hate me, I think I hate myself enough already.” I said as I looked down at the space between us. He was silent for a moment then slid his hand underneath my face and coaxed my eyes to meet his. “I promise, I wont hate you Alisa. I love you, I don’t think I’d ever be able to hate you.” He promised me. I nodded and exhaled loudly. I knew he would inevitably hate me for this, I was a horrible person. I should have waited for him to come back like he promised me. I should have stayed loyal to him; I should never have given into victor. I needed someone, so badly. But I needed André more, I loved André more. “Well… I never dated anyone other than you… until last week. I don’t even know how it happened; I had never like victor before. Actually I always kind of hated him, but then. I don’t know; I was going out with him. But then I kind walked in on him when he was… feeding. I couldn’t date him after that. But well, my best friend was trying to comfort me, he such a sweet guy… but then, before I realized what was happening, I kind of kissed him. Then victor stormed in and broke two of Brandon’s ribs. So now he’s in the hospital, and I haven’t gone to see him for two days. I hate to think of him all alone in that hospital. I doubt if he’s had another visitor since he’s been in there. And it’s my entire fault, if I hadn’t kissed him he wouldn’t be in there. If I had never gone out with victor none of this would have happened and I would never have been unfaithful to you. I’m so sorry I kissed either of them. I’m so sorry André… I’m so sorry.” I said as a few small tears streaked down my face. I rested my head against his chest. I was such a horrible person. How dare I do this to him? André’s POV “I have to go out today, you can come if you want… but I don’t think that’s such a wise idea.” She told me. I looked at her with obvious confusion clear on my face. Why wouldn’t she want me going so where with her? Was she going to see one of her… vampire friends? “Why do you think that?” I asked. I watched her face, it was obvious to me she really didn’t want to talk about this, but I needed to know. I wasn’t going to have her sleeping around behind my back. “Ok, well if I tell you. You have to promise me you wont hate me, I think I hate myself enough already.” She said as she looked down at the space between us. I was silent for a moment, this was bad. I couldn’t hate her, but why would she even think such a thing? This was going to be horrible
news, but I needed to reassure her of my love. I can’t have her believe I hated her, she was a brilliant person. I could never hurt her, I loved her. I slid my hand underneath her face and coaxed her eyes to meet my own. “I promise. I won’t hate you Alisa. I love you; I don’t think I’d ever be able to hate you.” I promised her. She nodded and exhaled loudly. This was going to be hard for her to say, how horrible was this going to be? Was I not her first? Was I… was I not her true love, as she was mine? I looked down at her beautiful face, this was going to be hard for her, but I needed to know. “Well… I never dated anyone other than you… until last week. I don’t even know how it happened; I had never like victor before. Actually I always kind of hated him, but then. I don’t know; I was going out with him. But then I kind walked in on him when he was… feeding. I couldn’t date him after that. But well, my best friend was trying to comfort me, he such a sweet guy… but then, before I realized what was happening, I kind of kissed him. Then victor stormed in and broke two of Brandon’s ribs. So now he’s in the hospital, and I haven’t gone to see him for two days. I hate to think of him all alone in that hospital. I doubt if he’s had another visitor since he’s been in there. And it’s my entire fault, if I hadn’t kissed him he wouldn’t be in there. If I had never gone out with victor none of this would have happened and I would never have been unfaithful to you. I’m so sorry I kissed either of them. I’m so sorry André… I’m so sorry.” She said. I watched as a few small tears streaked down her beautiful white face. I rested her head against my chest. That’s all? She had a boyfriend for a week and kissed her best friend? That’s all I was worried about? I felt so pathetic. “That’s all?” I asked. She looked up at me surprised. How could she think I’d hate her all because of something as meaningless as a kiss? If it had of been something else, this would probably be different. But it was only a kiss, and she was only human. I smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. Silly little human, but she was my silly little human. “What?” she asked. I kissed her lips gently; surely no man she had kissed could make her feel this way. Could they? Considering I was her first, I knew that she loved me more than anyone she had ever been with. She loved me enough to let me compromise everything about her. The Alisa I use to know was a perfect little Christian girl; she was what I knew I could never have, a 13yr old Christian school girl. Wanting her was like being a Jew and wanting pork. It was forbidden.
“Alisa, have you ever felt this way when a man kissed you?” I asked. She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment and looked up at me. “No, but why does that matter? I didn’t wait for you, you said you’d come back and I should have waited for you. I love you André… I really love you.” she said. She hated herself for not waiting, I felt so horrible about making her feel mad. I lifted her face to meet mine once again. “If you felt nothing like the way you feel when you kiss me, I don’t see how that kiss meant anything at all. And if it didn’t mean anything, then why should I worry about it. You compromised your own faith less than 20 minutes after you saw me. You can’t seriously think I hate you. Alisa I love you.” I said. She smile and let a small laugh escape her lips. Such simple words made her so very happy. It was wonderful, I loved her and she loved that I loved her. “I love you too André.” She whispered back. I kissed her lips romantically. This time it wouldn’t be just good sex, this time it would be all for her. I would do everything to make her feel good. Everything. Alisa’s POV After André and I had spent more than two hours on the couch, he agreed to let me go. I told him I’d see him later tonight, I knew he needed to feed again anyway. I suppose that sooner was better than later. I swung by a fast food burger joint before I drove to the hospital. I hadn’t eaten a good meal in days. I was lacking in fatty acids. Brandon’s POV I woke up for the second time in that stupid white hospital room. I tried not to move, I knew it would hurt, and I knew it would just take me that much longer to heal. “Finally awake huh?” I heard a deep annoying voice remark sarcastically from the right wall. Damn. “Yep, when did you get here?” I asked Andrew. He chuckled and walked towards me. “Umm… about half an hour ago, man you snore like a pig. Actually it’s seriously entertaining.” He said. I knocked his arm and slightly moved my torso. I sucked in a quick gasp of air, stupid fucking vampires. Damn that hurt! André snickered across from me.
“Pissing you off is more fun than I anticipated.” He said. Wanker, sure he was one of my best friends but he was a really prick at times. “Oh, don’t get angry honey” he said in a romantic voice. I made a gagging sound that made him laugh harder. “Fucking retard” I cursed under my breath. After that I heard the most beautiful significant sound to me in the world. I her Alisa’s laughter, angels could sing and it would still be no competition for her laughter. “When are you two finally going to suck it up and admit you love each other?” she asked sarcastically. I turned away from Andrew and looked over at Alisa, my beautiful Alisa. Ow! That hurt! I took in a deep breath and smiled over at her weekly. “Alisa” I whispered under my breath. Her smile brightened and her cheeks were flushed with blood. She walked over to my side and took my hand in hers. “How are you feeling?” she asked as she ran her thumb across my hand. “Better now that you’re here.” I said, she smile and looked into my eyes. She was still sorry, but why? I didn’t blame her for any of this. It wasn’t her fault! Damn that made angry! It wasn’t her fault! “Hey Ally, how’ve you been?” Andrew asked as he walked towards her. They embraced one another for a short moment. “I’ve been really good, thanks Andrew.” She said before turning her attention back to me, I felt loved. “How’s lover boy?” he asked slyly. That took me by surprise; didn’t Alisa say she was taking a break from dating men? She turned and glared at Andrew for a moment “Thanks Andrew” she said sarcastically. “What does he mean, lover boy?” I asked. She exhale sharply, she obviously didn’t want to discus this. “Exactly what it sounds like.” She said. Was she serious? She was dating victor? How? Why? “You’ve taken victor back?” I asked angrily. After what he had done to her how could she honestly do that? She cracked up laughing. “What? No! I’d never take that jerk back… well, actually. Do you remember when I use to talk about a guy named André?” she asked. Of course I remembered. She’d never shut up about him two years ago. I remember her telling me everything about him. But what I remembered the look on her face every birthday when she would sit by the phone and check her mail ever 20 minutes, and then seeing her sink into a pit of disappointment when nothing came. Her 16th birthday last year was the
worse. She sat by the window with the phone in one hand and a letter opener in the other, she waited all day for a phone call or a letter… but nothing came. He hurt her more than he would ever know. “Yeah I remember him.” I said, distaste clear in my voice. She bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair, she was nervous. “Well… he came back.” She said. You got to be kidding me! He’s real? I always thought she was psychotic. But he’s back? And she took him back? “So that it? He just show’s up out of the blue and you take him back? That’s pretty pathetic!” I said angrily. She was getting frustrated with me, but I knew Alisa. No matter what I say she’ll never yell at me. “I don’t expect you to understand Brandon. But I love him; I’d like to think you could be happy for me.” She said angrily. I knew it wasn’t fair to yell at her, but I loved her. And she was with a man that had completely abandoned her. How old would he be now anyway? He was 23 when he left her! What does that make him 26 now? “So your dating a 26year old man that abandoned you three years ago. That’s fucking illegal anyway alley! What are you thinking?” I asked as I borderline yelled at her. I watched as her eyes began to redden “He’s not 26, he’s 23. He’s… like Victor” she said. How could he not have… like victor. He was a vampire. “So what? Now we’d have to be vampires just to have a chance with you? I’m sorry I’m not the right kind of creature for you!” I screamed at her. “Brandon, it’s not like that. I love him Brandon, why can’t you just be happy for me?” she asked. “Because! He’s like 10 years older than you for Christ sake! It’s wrong!” I yelled. A small tear dropped down her face. “E-Excuse me… I-I have to go.” She said before running out of the room. “Smooth move retard, ally comes to make sure you’re alright. And then what do you do? You yell at her for Christ sake! Just because she doesn’t love you, get over it! You’re not the only one she’s turned out.” Andrew said before storming out of my hospital room. Fuck!
Part 21 Alisa’s POV I ran out of the hospital room and down the hallway to the elevator. I pressed the button repetitively. I knew it wouldn’t help me open the door. But it felt good all the same. I wanted so badly to punch someone as hard as I could; I wanted someone to feel as bad as I did. I’d never raise a voice to Brandon, I never knew why. Anyone else I was fine with screaming at… just not Brandon. I waited and tried to hold back the fountain of tears spilling from my eyes, I was failing. “Alisa! Alisa wait!” I heard Andrew scream from down the hall. The only thing I wanted to say was ‘Go away!’ I really didn’t want to see anyone. I didn’t want anyone to see me for that matter. He grabbed my arm; it was definitely harder than he intended his grasp to be. I shook off his hand and walked into the now open elevator. He climbed in with me. Why couldn’t he take a hint and leave me alone? I turned to face him. “Please, just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about it Andrew… please… just please.” I said as the tears streamed down my face. He pulled me into the embrace of his arms and the elevator doors closed behind us. “Don’t worry about Brandon, he’s acting like a little retard. He’ll be fine by next week Alisa; don’t give him a second thought.” He said as he soothed my hair, how could I not give him a second thought? Besides Andrew he was my very best friend. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close for a moment, at least Andrew had realized I was taken, at least he could move on and take a hint. “But I’ve hurt him, it seems like no matter what I do, I keep hurting people. I don’t think I can do this anymore Andrew… I’m scared” I whispered. He held me closer and I felt his lips press into my hair. “I’m here” he whispered back. I heard the door open behind Andrew and I gladly pulled away. “I’ve got to go…” I said as I walked out of the elevator. He made no attempts to stop me, and for that I was grateful. I walked out of the hospital and jumped into my car. The road was blurry and the sky was turning grey. It was a perfect analogy for how my day was going. Today started off so wonderful, just as the sky had started off clear and untouched by clouds. But now my day is ending horribly, I fell worse that I have felt in years. I was going to have to
let at least two maybe three people down. It was just like the sky, it had turned grey and I knew soon it would start to rain. André POV As I walked down the streets of this god forsaken town, I looked around to see if I was being followed. Bounty hunters had been known to dwell in small towns and hunt on vampires passing through. It had been another day, another soul, another scream. I hated when they screamed, it made me feel more like a monster than ever. In the beginning I had loved the way they screamed, it was pleasurable. But now it only made me think of the person I was draining, it made me watch there memories as there blood flowed into me. It was my fault; I was killing a person with a life, a person with a family, a person like my Lisy. The very thought sickened me. I could never let any harm come to my Lisy. She would be safe, I would take her somewhere no one would ever be able to hurt her. I would take her somewhere just for the two of us, somewhere secluded. I would make her safe, I would make her mine. My Lisy had always been so full of life, the very thought of someone performing a vampiric act on her was gruesome to say the least. I would never let that happen, not to my Lisy. I would keep her safe, if I did nothing else with this life I would keep her safe. On her 18th birthday I will propose, she’ll accept and I’ll take her away. Somewhere far away from here, somewhere I can raise a family with her. I’ve already had her, and now I want to secure her as my own. No other man will ever touch my woman, she is mine. She will be mine. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander back to my last meal, she was my second choice. I was walking through the streets and I opted for a young blond girl, but as she reached her climax, I couldn’t do it. She was so young and beautiful, she reminded me so very much of my Lisy, I couldn’t do it. I let her go, and started patrolling for another. I eventually found a woman roughly my age, she had no problem with screwing a complete stranger in a dark alley way. Had her parents never told her to be scared of strangers? Had they never told her she shouldn’t take candy from strangers? I suppose I wasn’t giving away candy, but it was something sweet and hard all the same. I had been able to drain her, it was only her memories that bothered me
now, and she had a lover. Much likes Lisy and me. They where in love, but there was an age difference. She waited until she was 18 for him, and then after two years of being together, he dumped her for a newer model. A 16yr old with fake boobs and god knows what else. I felt sorry for her; I would never want such a fate to befall anyone especially when a young girl could have done the same to me. I’ve given my heart to Alisa freely, but to what consequence? Would she still love me in two years time? Or will she get bored and leave me for another? How could I think such things of my Lisy, she loved me and I loved her. End of story. That was all we needed, for now at least. But now was all I was interested in, I had Alisa and that was final, she loved me and I loved her. But was love enough? I strolled back up the streets towards Alisa’s house; it was only a little after three and I knew Alisa said she wouldn’t be home until late. I was surprised when I walked up her driveway and saw her fathers black BMW sitting in the driveway. That’s when I heard her, she was crying. What had happened? I rushed up into the house und sat down next to her; to anyone else it would have seemed like less than a second. But to me it was painstakingly long. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap; she went freely and pressed her head against my neck. Someone had hurt my Lisy, I wouldn’t stand for that! “What happened?” I asked, she just shook her head and slowly tried to contain her tears, she was failing. This must have been embarrassing for her, her father had told me about her mothers passing and how after the first day she never shed another tear, not once. Not that he had seen, until one week before I showed up. It’s funny how fate works itself out. I slowly rocked her back and forth in my arms, if I could cry I bet I would have. It was hard to see my little Lisy cry, it made me upset to see her unhappy. That would be my role in her life; I would never make her unhappy. I would make her smile and laugh, and moan my name… but that wasn’t the point. I would do whatever she needed me to do; I would make sure she was happy. My own happiness didn’t matter, I was happy when she was happy. I noticed her tears had stopped it was only a small whimper now; she had learnt much since I was gone. How to control your emotions for one, and how to pleasure a man was second. Though it made me skeptical as to how she knew how to do such things.
But I knew if I kept digging I would either find nothing, or something I wouldn’t want to know about. “Are you feeling batter now?” I asked, she didn’t say anything. She nodded into my neck, but I knew she wasn’t feeling any better. I knew she didn’t want to talk about it. So I wouldn’t press the matter. I lay down on her bed with her and let her snuggle into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and made sure she was ok. I felt horrible, who would make he feel this way deliberately. Who ever it was would be in for a rude awakening if I found out where they lived. They wouldn’t be breathing come the morning light. I soothed her back and curled my body around hers, she was breathing lighter now, I knew she wasn’t sleeping. But at least she was relaxed enough to breath. As I took in her sweet vanilla musk scent I realized she had matched the tempo of her breathing with mine, it made me chuckle. But she asked no questions. It was strange, when I was alone with Lisy the questions never stopped. She had always been an inquisitive person. Maybe she didn’t want to know; maybe she didn’t want to ruin the moment. I decided I like this moment as well, and didn’t want to ruin it with stupid no essential questions and forced small talk. I let her lie in my arm and felt as if I could fall asleep. I knew I could if I wanted to, but I had no need. It was soothing and it mad always made me feel refreshed but sleep was unnecessary. I wanted to make sure we went caught like this by her father anyway. She needed to be ok, but not grounded. I didn’t need to be thrown out of the only house that held my little Lisy. But Arthur seemed to have it in his mind that I would be a good choice for his daughter, and I had to admit… it was true. Lisy and I were perfect together. We would always be perfect for one another. It was nice that I didn’t have to win Arthur over; he was already on my side. But how could I act this way with a 16 year old, especially around her father? I know the answer, I couldn’t! I could probably get a way with a peck or to in front of him, but never anything more. I wouldn’t want to scare the man for life, I don’t think Alisa would have the same reluctances but I did. After all, he was her father. I knew my Lisy was a virgin when I had taken her, and yet she didn’t complain as much as many other women had. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. It was as if the pleasure out weighed the pain for her. It was nice to know I didn’t hurt her; I had been known to be a little rough when I got carried away. And that night, I had gotten very carried away, I
ended up breaking a few of the wooden beams that supported her bed. I was surprised Arthur hadn’t woken up, or had he? Maybe that’s what he was referring to. When she had bedded another, maybe he thought that was her ex and not me. Oh if only he knew that had been me. I’d love to see the shocked and appalled look on his face. It would be worthy of an Oscar. Alisa slowly moved her face from my chest up to my face and stared into my eyes. I stared back at the beautiful woman that was mine. She smiled and kissed my lips lightly “I love you André” she whispered almost silently, I felt my lips move into a smile. I kissed her back tenderly. “I love you to Alisa” I said, she smiled and kissed me lovingly, it wasn’t passionate and needy like when we where together intimately. It was more like a thank you kiss, a thank you for loving me kiss. I had to admit, it was nice. Not for it to be purely sexual, but for there to be another level of emotion there. It was deep and romantic, but not sexual and intimate. I cursed my body as I felt the material around my crotch shrink, Alisa laughed and stroked me. I let out a small moan as her hand slid past my waist band. How could one woman please me with such a simple touch? No other woman had ever made me feel like this, not even in the beginning. Never had I felt my beast rage within me for freedom, never had he wanted this the way I did. Not until now. Adrian was my beast, the creature within me that hungered for a female’s touch, the best that refused to let me eat without the unfortunate sex that came before it. And yet when I was with Alisa, she screamed in the back of my mind. ‘Mine… mine… take her now… she’s mine…’ He wouldn’t whisper, and I would whisper back. ‘Mine!’ I would never let my beast bite her as he had wished to do so many times before. I would control him, he would not take over my body, and I would never let him take my Lisy. She was mine. Part 22 Alisa’s Father’s POV It was 4 o’clock now which was much earlier than I would usually get home. I had decided to walk home today, I needed the exercise. It had
been a very long week. All this threats to shut us down, there just killing me. It hard enough to get the humans we have to stay at the school, but how on earth are we going to get others to join. These stupid narrow minded town’s folk, there going to be the death of me. I walked up the driveway and through the front door. I was about to call out and see who was home, but I was interrupted. “Oh! André!” I heard my daughter moan. WTF! I tip toed over to her door and peeked through the door. The sounds got louder the closer I came, moaning and grunting. I knew what they where doing and yet I didn’t want to believe it. I peeked through the crack in the door, it was true. André was fucking my daughters brains out!!! On the one hand I was pissed off, he been in my home for two days, I knew something was fishy when Alisa didn’t tackle him to the ground the second she saw him, they had already seen one another, but when? I knew Alisa wasn’t a virgin, I had heard her and victor the night before André arrived. But was that victor? I never went in to check. What if it had been André? Was that really so bad? Does it really matter who took her virginity? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was pissed off. And yet, somehow I was happy. Alisa was still dating a vampire, only this vampire was once the closest thing she had to a big brother. He was a good looking man, I’ll give him that. And he was strong and matures enough to provide for Alisa, maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe I could accept it, but the thought of my daughter being de-flower… it made me sick. I couldn’t think of my daughter that way, it felt wrong to think my little Alisa could be capable of such acts. She was so much like her mother. I didn’t know what I was thinking, I ran out of the house and drove off in my BMW, I didn’t remember if I closed the door or not and I couldn’t recall weather or not my exit had been noisy. I doubt they would have heard me anyway. I drove off in my BMW, I didn’t know where I was going and I didn’t know when I would be back, all I knew was that I needed some time to think. I drove down the streets of our small integrated town. There was no place in the world like our town. But I suppose our town wasn’t working all to well. I was starting to suspect that there was going to be a great divide soon. Something earth had never seen before. I was scared. I had heard politicians and guest speaker’s talk about literally dividing up the planets. We had already done so with our towns. It was impossible to
find a place like this anywhere else in the world. It was stupid. Not even the racial tension between white and black had been this bad. Considering the elections for president was coming up soon everything seemed to take a turn for the worst? Candidate Baryshnikov has sided with many of the foreign politicians about integration laws, where as candidate Mulroney wants to exterminate them. I can’t make heads or tales of today’s society. And now, seeing André and my sweet Alisa together, I felt sick. And more than anything that I have ever been afraid of I was afraid of why I felt sick. I knew Alisa had done… that before. She wasn’t some little innocent angel. Not all the time. She was woman, she had needs to. I understood that. I even told André I had no problem with him dating my daughter. But what if I did? If nothing else, tonight I needed to think. Alisa’s POV In the morning when I awoke André was still sleeping soundly. I watched his tired face, I had known vampires could sleep but I never knew one that slept as much as André. I’d been told a few times its impossible, but I knew other wise. I had met vampires before; I’d taken the advanced classes on such subjects. Vampire 101 was my favorite class in grade 8. I’ll never forget our teacher. Theodore Grey, Mr. Fang some of the students had nicked named him. Such a handsome man… well, vampire I should say… But I suppose vampires are still human. They still have to eat solids and they still sleep. They just loose the ability to produce there own blood. In the beginning people thoughts vampirisms was just a disease but recently scientists have discovered the reality of what vampirisms really is. Vampirism is not a disease. I suppose it would feel like being skitsefrenic, two beings sharing the same body. If a vampire bites a human and does not drain them fully then it renders the victim or host infected. I suppose it’s like getting pregnant, only never going through the pain of child birth. There venom injects another consciousness into the host body, almost like an invisible parasite. But so far… there’s no cure. I wonder if André would want to be cured… I know I would. I don’t think I could go through life killing people. It just seemed so immoral… but even as hard as I may try, I couldn’t imagine André killing someone. Sure he was tough as nails and could be scarier than anything I’ve ever seen. But I
just can’t picture him committing a murder. He seems so moral for that… to loving to be like that. He was my André and I was his Lissy. We would always be together, no matter what happens we’ll always be together. I’ll always love him, and he will always love me. Thos are the only two things in my world that will ever matter to me. I’m in love with a man much older than me. I’m in love with a man colder than ice. I’m in love with someone more loving and handsome than anyone I have ever known. I’m in love with a man that murders because he must… I’m in love with a vampire. André’s POV When I awoke that morning I felt better than ever. The room was dark and no trace of light shone near me. The bed was warm and comfortable. And the woman I loved most in this world was sitting less than four centimeters away from me watching me sleep. Shouldn’t it be the vampire watching the human sleep? I propped my body up on my elbow and looked up at the blond angel infront of me. How I have missed my Lissy. “Morning” she whispered with a small shy smile on her lips. I loved her innocents, it was becoming of her. “Good morning my love.” I said. She giggled and lay back down next to me. I elegantly rolled towards her. Well, as elegantly as you can roll towards someone, and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well?” I asked. To my surprise she giggled, what was funny about my question? “I should be asking you that, you sleep more than any human I know.” She said. That’s a bad sign. I felt my eye brows furrow and my face harden. It was close to that time. This may not end well. The eclipse is close… I can feel it. She leaned down and touched her lips to my nose. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like and insult, you just sleep a lot. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She said in a reassuring tone. “It wasn’t offensive, it just means the eclipse is drawing closer. Your town may be in danger of us soon.” I said. I watched the expression on her face, she didn’t seem angry and she didn’t seem scared. She looked confused, I suppose that was understandable.
“Were always in danger. What does an eclipse have to do with anything?” she asked. I was hoping to avoid this question. “There have been rumors of an attack during the eclipse. This eclipse is highly irregular, it… magical I suppose you can say. This eclipse is going to last for a full week. Vampires will need no sleep; werewolves will be incomplete control of their… furry side. And now, after all the recent racism… most are going to strike. All creatures of the night are gong to be more powerful. No human will dare stand in their way… I’ve heard rumor of this for months now. But I never believed it to be true…no until now. I’m over sleeping, one of the signs.” I felt suddenly ashamed of my race. My kind, creatures like me… we where all such monsters. I didn’t want Alisa exposed to what we truly where. To my surprise she didn’t scream, she wasn’t angry and oddly enough… it seemed she wanted my affection. She leaned in towards my face and kissed me passionately. “It doesn’t… matter… your not… like them… I trust… I trust you.” She said in between passionate kisses. I couldn’t help but laugh. “I know you trust me, that’s never been in question… but I don’t trust him. He could hurt you, very easily… I won’t let that happen. I swear to you I will never let that happen.” I said angrily. She pulled back her face, but traced mine with her hand. It was so warm, so smooth. “Who?” she asked in her high pitched angelic voice. No matter how much it shamed me, I had to tell her the truth. This was the problem with our relationship. It would never be private, there would always be… Adrian. “My demon, he will never hurt you. That I can promise you.” I said through gritted teeth. I was biting down so hard it was truly painful. It mad me think of how fragile my little lissy was in comparison. I could hurt her, that idea scared me the most. I could be the one to cause her harm, that idea alone was one of the scariest things I have thought of since my arrival. I could be the one to kill her; I could be her deadliest demise. What if, in my pilgrimage to find a way for us to be together, I had succeeded in finding a way to keep us apart? What if… what if I hurt her? I could never live with myself after that, her end would mean my own. If she died I would soon follow. “Listen to me, I know. I trust you, only you. I know you’ll keep me safe, because I know you love me. I trust you, I love you.” I met her eyes then, they where the most beautiful shade of sky blue. Her eyes were the most beautiful things I had ever had the privilege to see.
Those eyes made me forget all my worries. It was hard to think something so simple as I glimpse into her eyes could sooth my beast… but it did. It was wonderful. As long as I had her by my side… she would be safe from my demon, he loved her just as much as I did. But he would never hurt her. Not now, not ever. Alisa’s Fathers POV 7:30a and I still have no idea what I’m going to do. I’ve decided I’m okay with André and Alisa, she could do worse. At least he’s someone I know I can trust. But I was still pissed. How dare he defile my daughter without even having the decency to tell me? I needed to crash. I walked back into my office and locked the door. I slammed my hand down on the desk and slowly drifted off to sleep. ‘Ring, Ring… Ring, Ring’ “You’ve got to be kidding me” Part 23 Alisa’s POV After me and André had woken up, I went out and cooked up some breakfast. Eggs and bacon on toast, a meal befitting both the men in my life. I could near the hot water running down the hall; it was either dad or André. I placed the three plates on the table and decided I needed to go get dad up. It was a school day after all. I walked down the hallway to his bedroom and knocked on the door. “Dad? Are you in there?” I asked. I pushed open the door. He wasn’t there. His bed was perfectly made, as if he had never slept in it at all. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom. “Dad?” I asked. I heard someone chuckle on the other side of the room. “I may be older than you but I don’t think I’m old enough to be your dad.” André said from the other side of the wall. Sarcastic bastard, I heard the water shut off and André step out of the shower. For a vampire he sure was noisy. “Do you know where dad is?” I asked. He was silent for a moment. The door swung open and there he was, beads of water glistening in his hair. And no towel, Oh shit he wasn’t wearing a towel “I don’t remember him coming home last night; perhaps he’s still at work.” He suggested as he and his manhood rested against the door
frame. He was making it hard for me to breath, let alone thinks strait enough to muster a complete sentence. “Perhaps” I retorted. He smiled down at me devilishly; he knew he was making me uncomfortable. “Well, breakfast is on the table. I’ll go give dad a call, try find out where the hell he is.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his body. Every inch of his touched my body, every last impressive inch. “Where do you think your going?” he asked. I chuckled with him and pushed away. “One of us needs to show some self control, I need to go call dad.” I said. He smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. For a brief moment, I was worried I had hurt his feelings. I sighed and gave him a light peck on the lips. “Go get something to eat.” I ordered him. He chuckled and nodded, walking away in his god like nudity. As he walked away I couldn’t help but admire his ass, damn! I walked into the lounge room and picked up the wireless phone. I dialed dad’s work number and waited. All I got was his answering machine. I dialed again and turned up with the same answer. I called his mobile, but still the same results. I was getting irritated. The seventh time I called dad on the 14th ring, someone picked up. “Hello?” a deep sleep deprived voice asked. I felt an automatic smile spread across my face. He was safe; he was going to be ok. “Dad? Where are you? Why didn’t you came home last night, I was scared shitless! What happened to you?” I asked. I could tell I had either just pulled him out of a deep sleep or he hadn’t slept yet, looks like I’m going to have to go over his paper work again. “Umm, I’ve been working. I think all the paper works done now. The bills are paid, tuition notifications have been sent out.” He said. “Dad your going to run yourself ragged, look I have school today anyway. I’ll bring you down some breakfast, how’s that sound?” I asked. There was a short pause before he started talking again; the silence seemed to last forever. “Bacon and eggs?” he asked. I giggled; dad was a sucker for a fat filled breakfast. “On toast, do you want some coffee too? I have to get to school in half an hour anyway; I might as well come down early.” I said. He chuckled on the other side of the phone. “Ok Alisa, I’ll see you soon. Bring André down will you? I need to talk to him about some stuff, considering his stay may be longer than originally anticipated.” He said. There was some underlining tone in his voice, but I
couldn’t pick out what it was. I decided to let it drop, André would tell me later. “Ok dad, I’ll see you soon. Love you” he chuckled. “Love you too Alisa, see you when you get here.” “Bye daddy” I said as I hung up the phone. My dad was far too good to me, I didn’t deserve him. But, I suppose I make up for it as much as I can. I walked out into the kitchen; André was finishing off the last few morsels of food on his plate. I swooped up dads and covered it in cling rap. I didn’t want the flies attacking his food before he got the chance to eat it. I left it on the bench and started to boil some coffee. Dad and I had taken the liberty of buying thermostats for coffee when we where in the office late. I picked at my breakfast as I waited for the water to boil, André had taken the liberty of clearing his own plate before walking u to me and wrapping his arms around me. “So, where’s Arthur?” he asked as he stared down at me through his heavenly brown eyes. “Dad’s down in his office, I think I woke him up. We’ve got to leave soon and bring him breakfast. Oh, he wants to see you too, I don’t know why. Do you?” I asked. He furrowed his eye brows and thought. “No, I’m not sure. I’ll tell you when I find out.” He promised. I smiled and nodded. “Sounds good to me.” I said. He moved his face towards mine and stopped half and inch away when I heard the kettle boil. I smiled up at him apologetically and gave him a small peck on the lips. “Hold that thought” I said as I jumped over to the kettle and filled the thermostat with black coffee. We need to get going before anything else could distract me. I set dad’s breakfast to one side and wrapped my arms around André’s neck. “Now, where were we?” I asked. He smiled and leaned in towards my lips. “I think we where somewhere around here.” He said as he let his lips brush against mine lightly. “Hate to break up this little moment we have going, but we really need to get to the school. Dad needs his breakfast an my first class is in half an hour.” I said as I pulled away. He exhaled and seemed almost regretful, it was understandable. It hurt just to look away from him. I slung my school bag over my shoulder and picked up dad’s breakfast. “Are you coming or what?” I yelled. André appeared around the corner and kissed my cheek. I turned and attacked his lips. I was going to be deprived for the rest of the day, and most likely, most of my night. I
needed this to keep me going through the day, and maybe it would keep Victor from touching me. Hopefully, but somehow even I didn’t believe that. André’s POV Alisa and I had been walking for the past 20minutes. She threw a major bitch fit when she realized Arthur had taken the car last night. The school was a 15minute drive, so it was going to take us a while longer till we reached the school. Over the past year I had been worried I was loosing my humanity. Loosing whatever small scraps of emotion I once clung onto. I was worried I truly was becoming a vampire, a heartless emotionless creation of nightmares. But the more time I spend with my lissy, the more I seem to reconnect with my emotions. What we have isn’t just sex. What we have is real, I love her, more than she will ever know. I will do anything and everything to keep her safe. Lissy isn’t just some girl. I gave up my humanity for her, and I will give up a lot more before I see her die, especially when the eclipse comes. That will be a day of reckoning, the day I will fight for consciousness. It will be the day Adrian and I will learn who is truly dominant over this body. But even more so, it will be a test for lissy. A test of weather or not she can accept all of me. She has seen my good side, I will admit. But she had never seen my beast; it was something I hoped to hide from my love. I didn’t want her to see me at my worst; I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to be confident in my ability to keep her safe. She was still my little lissy; she still needed to be protected. She needed to have someone to love her. But it’s more than that…I needed her. I needed someone to protect, I needed someone to love. It was nice having someone as special as my lissy look at me the way she did. I wanted to protect her, I was use to being stronger than most. It seemed only fitting I protect the one thing in my life I couldn’t live without. It made sense to protect the weak and fragile. “It should be just around the corner. Dad’s food’s basically frozen; I’m going to have to microwave it before he’ll even ouch it. That’s going to make the eggs all dry.” She said. The expression on her face was absolutely adorable. Like puppy dog eyes. I leaned over and kissed her cheek; she turned towards me and smiled.
Her smile was something I could never loose. I wouldn’t let her face be clouded by other emotions. “Don’t worry about it, Arthur will be fine with whatever you bring him. He’ll appreciate the fact you brought him anything at all.” I said as I swung my arms around her waist and bent my head down between her neck and her shoulder. It made walking slightly more difficult but not impossible. “There it is.” She said as she pointed out the tall red brick buildings. Honestly it wasn’t what I imagined. I pictured black metal gates and gothic styled academy. This looked more like a random assortment of housing departments than a school. Maybe it was. Lissy stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. “What’s the matter love?” I asked. She leaned up and kissed me passionately. It was unexpected, but not unpleasant. It last all but two minutes before she pulled away. “I cant touch you for the rest of the day. I needed that.” She explained. I laughed and kissed her forehead. “I can take a hint.” I said. She opened her mouth to protest, but I silenced her with my hand. “You don’t want us to get caught, its still illegal until your 18. I understand love. Don’t worry.” I said. She nodded and kissed my palm. I laughed and walked beside her. It killed me not to touch her, but I suppose its better I don’t. I didn’t want to be separated from her, not when we were so close to the eclipse. I couldn’t help protect her if I was taken away. We walked up through the car park and into what I assumed was an administration building. A tall skinny middle aged woman sat behind a tall desk and glass screen wall. My Lissy walk up to the middle aged woman, smiling politely. “Morning Mrs. Vernon. Is it ok if I go drop off dad’s breakfast?” she asked. Mrs. Vernon nodded and got back to her paper work. My little Lissy lead me down a long dark hallway to the very end door. She let herself in and moved towards Arthur sitting at his desk going over paper work. She placed the plate on the table along with the thermostat of coffee. She walked over to him and gave him a quick hug. “Hey daddy. You might want to heat that up before you eat it. It took us a while to get here; someone forgot to tell me they took the car last night. I didn’t wake up early enough to take the bus.” She said. Arthur wasn’t usually one to take a scolding, but it seemed he didn’t take any offensive action against Alisa. But I suppose she was his pride and joy,
Arthur had always loved to spoil his daughter. Well, the last time I saw them he did. But now, it looked more like Alisa was his wife rather than his daughter. “I’m sorry dear, but I really needed it. I had to go pick up a few stranded politicians last night.” Arthur said. Alisa seemed to believe him, but I knew better. I could tell a lie from the truth. “Its ok, just text me next time.” She said. He nodded and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “I better go get my stuff for my next class.” She said. Giving her self an excuse to leave. Arthur nodded and let her out without a single glance in my direction. I suppose that was good, we didn’t need to get caught. Arthur turned around and stared into my eyes. He was angry. “I know everything”
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