1353. Keeping a secret - Intrigued By A Bloodsucker.
He had always been such an intriguing person. He never smiled, never laughed. He barely talked, only when forced to. No one really noticed the way sunlight hit his skin and rebounded off, giving off the most brilliant light.
When he first arrived in this death state of a town, rumors went wild about him. He wasn't one to pay attention to such things. He wasn't one to pay attention to much.
Everyone soon lost interest in this strange boy. Not me though. He was interesting. I was captivated by the way his long black hair fell around his face, covering up most of it. His skin was so pale, it was almost translucent. He never spoke a word. Not to anyone. Not when there was no need.
Teachers were stunned by this strange boy. Never had this town encountered such a person. He was unique, but interest in him soon faded. It was soon realised that the boy was just plain weird.
Life went on. People changed. Appearances changed, but not him.
I noticed the way his hair never seemed to grow, although the seasons changed many times 'round. I noticed the way his face stayed the same, although others around him either blossomed into a flower, or turned themselves into dead looking weeds.
I noticed these things. I never should have though. Not a single word had been passed between us, but yet I still noticed. Noticed when he sat in the shadows, wishing to be forgotten. Noticed when others had forgotten about him altogether. Noticed when the atmosphere seemed to change whenever he was around.
To me, he wasn't weird. To me, he seemed perfect.
It was a cold winters day when the unexpected happened. I remember the day well because it was a day after my friend Cassandra's seventeenth birthday. The day was Monday, and we had been out celebrating the previous night. To us, celebrating meant getting hold of fake IDs from one of the twelfth graders and heading off to one of the night clubs and getting ourselves smashed with alcohol. I had, at one point been so drunk, all my senses had deserted me. But still, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. At least I saw a glimpse that seemed to be him. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. I couldn't deny the fact that the boy intrigued me.
I had wondered at some point, wondered whether I was fixated into some kind of an obsessive state. The thought scared me. After all, he was just another boy.
It was during that Monday morning, when it happened. Everyone was in a delusional state. Our heads were pounding with the after effects of the excess alcohol consumption, and no one was in their right minds. Every tick of the clock seemed like the pounding of the drums, hitting our eardrums with such force, the teachers' voice was drowned out completely.
I wasn't in a state for school, but I had sneaked out the previous night, and to fake sick would have meant heading to the doctors for a visit. My parents would have grounded me till I was sixty if they found out what I did.
I lifted my head off my book in time to see my period one teacher walking towards my desk. I watched as her mouth opened and close, the way a fish would do. No sound seemed to have come out of her mouth, but it looked like she was waiting for an answer. I nodded my head, the only action I could achieve without fainting from excess movement of my head. She walked to the desk next to mine and I laid my head down on the desk again.
I was too fixated in my 'I-shouldn't-have-done-what-I-did-last-night-and-now-I-regret-it' state to notice anything around me. I knew I was in history class because I had packed my books before I sneaked out the back door last night. But that was about all I knew since the last thirty or so minutes I've been in here.
I noticed a shadow near me. The chair next to mine was pulled out and someone sat down on it. They neither spoke nor made any noise as an indication of their arrival, or the need for a greeting. I disregarded the person and closed my eyes, ready for five to ten minutes of shut eye.
It was barely two or so minutes later when a loud slam of something bulky hitting the floor sounded around the classroom. Laughter vibrated off the walls, bouncing around and hitting my head like daggers. I looked around the classroom for the source of noise, but the dizziness overcame me and I felt the need to vomit.
A soft, low voice sounded beside me, a voice I'd never heard of before, but I knew to whom it belonged to. "You shouldn't move your head too much. Just lie it down and close your eyes, the dizziness will go away faster."
I disregarded what he had said and turned my head to face him. The drums beating inside me began to pound faster, but I didn't care. He was sitting beside me. The one I had always watched from a far now sat 3 feet away from me.
He looked like he always did. His black hair was covering most of his face, his perfect face which was as pale as paper was spotless, and his eyes. His eyes, in which I'd never noticed before because his hair was always covering it, are a vibrant green. The colour of dewed grass, tinged with lines of brilliant gold along the iris. I had never been in such proximity with someone whom was so perfect.
I stared at him like he was an animal at the zoo. First impressions always count, and I always tend to ruin mine.
There seemed to be a lump forming in my throat. Never in my sixteen years of life had I ever been stripped for words, but within five minutes of being in the presence of this boy, he had accomplished such an achievement by saying just one sentence.
"W-why...why are you here?" I could have smacked myself for acting so stupid.
The sides of his mouth twitched upwards a bit, forming half a smile. Just his smile can stun me breathless. He's not normal.
"My name is Emory Millard-" Of course I knew that. How could I not know the name of such a person? "-and I'm your history assignment partner."
I continued staring at him in bewilderment. How was it possible, that such a boy is able to cure my hangover by just talking?
I was in ecstasy. My friends could tell I was happy. They still looked like zombies, but their senses were working once more by lunch time, and they could tell I was over the moon.
"Why?" they had asked. I was too excited to even talk. My mood had turned upside down, and my hangover seemed to have disappeared altogether. That was already something to celebrate about, but it wasn't my reason.
He was.
"So about this assignment we have to do," I started asking. I didn't catch a word the teacher had said, and this was an opportunity to hear his voice again. The wheels in my mind had thankfully begun working once more, relieving me of making anymore stupid comments. "What is it on?"
He flipped through the booklet we were given. He was the silent type, never opening his mouth unless he had to, but when he did; his words were like a melody coming from a music box. Soft and soothing.
"We have to research on one group of mythical creatures, look up their background, their history, how they came to be," he replied in his soft, deep voice. "Examples we can do are faeries, goblins, trolls, vampires, werewolves and mermaids. Or we can pick our own."
I thought about it for a moment. "I like the idea of vampires. They intrigue me."
I watched as he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. No matter what he does, it never seizes to amaze me. Even the way he picked up his pencil, the movement was so swift and smooth; it surprised me that any human can be like that.
"You're fascinated by vampires? Don't they scare you?" He asked. His voice was leveled, but he seemed curious about my answer.
"No. I think they deserve as much recognition as any other mythical creature out there. I find it interesting how vampires are said to be dazzlingly beautiful. Why though? I mean, how would anyone know if no one has met a vampire before? Wouldn't it be fun to find out all these answers?"
He laughed. The sound stunned me speechless once more. His laughter was like a harp played lullaby.
"I guess, it would be fun," he said at last. His beautiful laughter was still ringing through my ears. "What if I told you, that vampires do exist?"
I had to think about the question for a moment. It wouldn't be true, but it was only a 'what if' question anyways.
"I guess I would love to meet him or her. It will be fascinating to see one of my favourite mythical creatures come alive right before my eyes."
He held my gaze for a long time. His green-gold eyes boring into mine.
We had arranged to start the assignment this afternoon. I was heading over to his house, which made my stomach swamp with butterflies every time I thought about it. My feet felt like lifting off the floor and helping me float into the air, all powered by happiness.
I would never have thought such an event would occur. Emory, he didn't seem like the type of guy to invite a girl over. He didn't seem like one that can hold the gaze of another for such a long period of time.
As soon as the last bell rang, I ran outside to wait for him. He had told me to wait beside the school gates, and he'd meet me there.
I watched as students made their way to the bus stop, or to their cars. I watched as the school bus left, and the last few people made their way out the gates.
The school grounds were deserted, but there was no sign of Emory anywhere. He couldn't have left with the crowd, I would have noticed. The butterflies of excitement in my stomach died down. No one liked being stood up.
I sank down onto the floor, too tired to support my heavy school bag any longer. I was sure if I stayed here long enough, he would arrive and pick me up. Emory didn't seem like one to break a promise. Or something that seemed close to a promise anyways.
"Wait for me by the school gates, I'll come pick you up when I'm ready."
Maybe he had an after school activity I was unaware of?
I closed my eyes and wrapped the scarf around me tighter. It was the middle of winter, and the wind wasn't doing me any favors. My teeth began chattering and I rubbed my hands together for warmth.
I don't know why I was telling myself to stay strong and to keep waiting, but I was. It was the way he had looked at me, looked at me with such intensity, it was hard to let him down.
I was close to freezing and giving up when the low growl of an engine reverberated through the empty parking lot. I lifted up my stiff head to see a motorbike with a figure clad in all black and a leather jacket heading towards me. It might have been instinct, but the butterflies in my stomach revived and begun fluttering wildly once more. I couldn't express the joy I felt even if I tried.
The bike pulled to a stop beside me. Emory looked down at me from above, his hair covering his face, but his green eyes shone through. "I'm sorry," he started, his voice barely audible above the growl of the engine, "my bike wouldn't start, and I've been trying to fix it for the past half hour." I gave a swift nod of my head, unable to produce another one.
He swung off his bike and helped me to my feet. He grabbed my heavy bag off the floor, but his movements were so smooth, the bag seemed like it weighted nothing at all.
"Here," he handed me a helmet, "put it on. It'll keep out the wind." I took the helmet from him and placed it on top of my head. Immediately, the wind and cold was cut off. I moved my jaw around to try and unfreeze my frozen face.
Emory helped me onto the bike. It was a monster of a bike. Trying to imagine Emory owning such a vehicle was hard, but the proof was right under me. He got on in front of me and revved the engines. I didn't know where to put my arms. Placing them around him seemed such an awkward position. We hadn't even known each other for a day, and were more like acquaintances than friends.
I wasn't given much thought when the bike zoomed out of the parking lot at an intense speed, and I threw my arms around Emory's waist instinctively. I had never been on a motorcycle before, and the speed the machine drove at was frightening to me. But then again, cockroaches frightened me also, and their size couldn't even be compared to the bikes'. I kept my eyes shut throughout the whole ride to his house, too scared to even take a peek.
It wasn't a long ride, only five or so minutes. I was relieved when the bike came to a stop, and slid off immediately. I took off the helmet and handed it back to him.
He looked stunning as usual. The cold didn't seem to affect him like it did me, his face was as pale as it usually was, and his hair as unmoving as it always was. The wind hardly seemed like it made any sort of impact of him.
The engine suddenly went off, and the surroundings were eerily silent. My ears were still ringing with the noise of the engine as Emory led me up to where he lived, holding my bag effortlessly in one hand.
The warmth coming from his apartment was immensely welcoming. I shut the door behind us and looked around.
His home wasn't very crowded. It looked more like a hotel room than an apartment. No pictures hung on the wall to give any sort of homey feeling. The kitchen was on the left, with the dining and lounge room right beside it. A door opposite to where we stood led off to a room, and three more doors led off to more rooms on our right.
"Who do you live with?"
Emory had placed my bag down beside the shoe cupboard and was taking off his leather jacket. I watched as his shirt stretched over his – most likely stunningly shaped – body, but caught his gaze and abruptly looked away, blushing.
"I live with my older brother. Our parents are not with us anymore."
A shock ran through my body. I never would have thought that such sadness had been befallen on such a perfect boy.
He threw his jacket onto the back of the sofa and motioned to me to follow him. His room was the one directly opposite the front door. The smell of boy cologne and oranges wafted me as he opened the door. The room was much bigger than I had anticipated. There was a queen-sized bed laid with royal blue bed covers on our right, and a large desk with a computer opposite the bed. There was enough space to lie down on the floor next to the desk and roll around a few times before hitting the bed.
He walked over to his computer and turned it on, then brought over a chair and motioned for me to sit on it.
"Let's begin, shall we?" I cracked my fingers, ready to get down to work.
"Are vampires able to produce off-springs?" I spun around on the chair to ask the figure sprawled out on the bed. He had moved to lie on the bed after telling me I hogged the computer too much and that I should just do everything and come to him for help when needed. I didn't mind this proposition. I had an excuse to touch his belongings as much as I wanted.
"No. Vampires are dead beings. They have no heartbeat, they have no breath. How are they going to manage producing off-springs?"
"That makes sense...I guess. But-" I blushed to the tips of my ears. He caught me blushing and sat up in his bed, amusement plastered on his face. "-but are they able to be...you know...intimate with each other?" I quickly spun around on the chair once more, hiding my beet red face from him.
He laughed his melodic laugh once more. "Of course they are able to. They have feelings too right? And the upside to it is that even if no protection is worn, they would never get pregnant! How I envy..."
I spun around once more to face him, my mouth gaping open. "You, Emory Millard, think of such thoughts? That's really unbelievable."
He arched an eyebrow. "How so? I am also I guy, I'm entitled to my thoughts."
"Yeah, I suppose, I just wonder who you think about in those thoughts." I suddenly gasped, realizing what I had said. I spun the chair away from him once more, too embarrassed to move after wards. My face felt like it was on fire. I had never blushed this brightly in my life.
I jumped as I felt someone breathing down my neck suddenly. "Who I think about eh?" A shiver ran up my spine. I had never heard Emory's voice sound so...seductive. True, I had only known him for a day, but his voice was soft, low and smooth. I turned my face to face him. We were only inches apart, green eyes boring into brown ones.
I bit my lip and turned away from him. "I think we should get back to the assignment." He straightened up once more and sat down on the edge of his bed, not saying another word.
"Um..s-so, next question is," I skimmed the notes we had taken, "W-why do vampires suck blood?" There was an awkward silence in the room. "It must be to survive right? In stories, all the vampires suck blood so they can survive." I turned around to look at Emory. He stayed silent, but his green eyes stared into mine once more. "E-Emory?"
Automatically, he began speaking. "No, in reality, vampires can survive without human blood. They are able to survive by drinking animal blood or the blood of their own kind. Drinking the blood of their kind or of humans is regarded as a form of intimacy. For a human, to have their blood taken by a vampire provides them with such ecstasy; many are unable to survive through the transformation."
I stared at him. "How do you know all this?" He only continued staring into my eyes.
We sat there and stared at one another, neither moving nor blinking. I was entranced by him. His eyes danced with colour, pulling me towards him. I was unaware of the fact that I had stood up, and was heading towards him. Our eye contact never broken off as he stood and took hold of my hand.
His touch was colder than I expected. He pulled me into his arms, and the warmth I had expected was not given. Me eyes widened as his head slowly lowered towards mine.
The sudden impact of our lips sent shivers down my spine. His lips were ice cold, but it didn't bother me. Never in my entire sixteen years of life would I have thought that such an event would occur to me. I'm kissing a vampire.
My arms automatically wrapped around his neck, and his around my waist, bringing us closer together. I entwined my fingers through his hair as he kissed down the side of my jaw line.
Such a perfect boy was kissing me. Such a perfect vampire boy.
Emory laid me gently onto his bed as he continued to make his way down my neck. His kisses were soft, and each one that made contact on my skin sent shivers up my spine.
He stopped making his way down my neck, and stopped at a spot. I no longer cared whether my blood was spilled or not, I just wanted him all to myself. I was selfish, and I didn't care. Emory was mine at this moment, and that was all I cared about.
"Are you sure about this?" Emory whispered, barely audible at all. "If I take enough blood, you would never be human again."
I didn't have to think twice. "Yes, Emory. I want this."
He continued kissing the spot on my neck. Something sharp rubbed against it and my hands grabbed onto his hair tighter. I screamed in pain as two fangs sunk into my neck. I was in such immense pain at that moment; tears were produced from my eyes. But the pain quickly disappeared, replaced with what only could be described as intense pleasure.
Emory began sucking at my blood. I felt faint and my grip on his hair loosened. He stopped sucking and stared into my eyes from above me.
"Are you satisfied?" I asked him.
He licked the blood dripping off from his fangs. "Yes. You have the sweetest blood I've ever tasted."
I smiled weakly. "What does that mean?"
He stroked my hair and smiled. He was so beautiful. "That means, I have finally found the person I love." He leaned down and kissed me. The taste of my own blood didn't disgust me like I thought it would. Maybe the transformation was already well on its way. I didn't care whether I was human or vampire. If Emory was with me, that was all that mattered.
"I think I've also found the one I love too."
And then I passed out.
A/N: AHAHAHA, this makes me laugh, SO much. God, it's horrible, and doesn't it just remind you of Smeyer? What was my fourteen year old self thinking? Thank gawd I got over that phase. Hopefully, this made you laugh as much it I did. :D