Crystal finally writes a vampire story

[Crystal M. V. Rosepaw]

We all knew I was bound to write one, it's just taken me forever to start. =3 Anyhow, I'll post up the first chapter in a few mins. =3

[Crystal M. V. Rosepaw]

We Were Wrong To Think That Immortality Meant Never Dying
Chapter One







The music played quite loudly, and she only half listened.

‘They’re gonna clean up your looks,
With all the lies and the books,
To make a citizen out of you.
Because they sleep with a gun,
and keep an Eye on you, son,
so they can watch everything you do.’

My Chemical Romance posters lined the walls, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, and even a From First To Last poster thrown in. And that was how she liked it. Her computer desk was messy, pencil stubs, chewed on erasers, and the bleed through marks from Sharpie markers forever coating everywhere but the place the onyx laptop sat, and the space used for homework and drawing. Gerard Way’s voice was coming from the laptop, half closed, but she was singing along quietly to herself.

‘Because the drugs never work,
They’re gonna give you a smirk,
Because they’ve got methods of keeping you clean,
They’re gonna rip of your heads, you aspirations to shreds,
Another cog in the murder machine.’

As she bumped into the oak desk, the laptop came open farther, and the full music video was in sight, being played on the band’s website. Now her concern was finding a clean hoodie. As the singer continued, the curtains fell. Normally, she would smirk as the ‘juvvie’ kids rushed out to see the band, however, she was busy trying to peel her fluffy white cat from a black hoodie.

‘They say that teenagers scare,
the living sh-t out of me.
They can care less,
as long as someone’ll bleed.
So darken your cloths, or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me ’

“Hayley, let go ” Her pitiful plea seemed to work, the cat, looking ruffled, jumped off the bed and trotted from her room, and down the hall. Shoving her arms in the sleeves, she didn’t care to much about the white tufts of fur clinging to it. Her friends weren’t going to care, just the preps. And, boy, did she make sport of annoying preps.

‘The boys and girls in the click,
The awful names that they stick.
You’re never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you’re troubled and hurt,
What you got under your shirt,
will make them pay for the things that they did ’‘

Her favorite part of the music video approached. As if aware, she quickly grabbed it, plugging her headphones into the side. Not bothering to pull her raven hair from her ears, she let them rest there. Pulling her backpack from the chair, she put if over one of her shoulders, leaving the other free to grab the laptop. After adjusting to the weight, she was able to use both hands. And now, and the clock was nearing 7:30 am, she finally ran down the hall.

‘They say that teenagers scare,
the living sh-t out of me.
They can care less,
as long as someone’ll bleed.
So darken your cloths, or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me ’

As she ran pat a mirror, her pale reflection gazed back at her. Sopping for a moment to make sure that no toast crumbs were on her face, she smirked in satisfaction that she had for once managed to eat breakfast without getting someone to look funny. As she peaked inside the laptop, half closed again, she finally closed it, knowing from experience that walking down her stairs watching a music video was bad. But the music was still heard.

‘They say that teenagers scare,
the living sh-t out of me.
They can care less,
as long as someone’ll bleed.
So darken your cloths, or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

All together now

‘They say that teenagers scare,
the living sh-t out of me.
They can care less,
as long as someone’ll bleed.
So darken your cloths, or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

‘They say that teenagers scare,
the living sh-t out of me.
They can care less,
as long as someone’ll bleed.
So darken your cloths, or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me ’

As she slammed to door behind her, finally saying ‘good-bye’ to her mother, she ran down the sidewalk, her green eyes simmering, locked onto her target, the bus stop. Suddenly forced to slam to a stop, she almost fell over her feet that were encased in small black shoes. A familiar face turned to greet her ungraceful stop.

“I see that your running needs improvement.”

“Akane, shut up. You be the athlete.”

“Leave that to Kyree, she’s on the tennis team.”

The girl she was conversing with was Akane, one of her best friends. Akane was taller than she was, and certainly they had the same pale-ness of skin. Akane, however, wasn’t as brave, and couldn’t back her words up as well as she could. She backed every word up seriously, from her long reading, she had picked up on how to hurt people if she had to. Akane had glasses like she did, but Akane’s were thick and black, while her’s were thin and blue. Akane also had black hair, but it was always straight, unlike her’s, always curly unless she straightened it, and she always did. Her friend’s hair was also so black that it looked dark purple in the right light, and her bangs- always hanging over her face- were bright red. And currently she was thrusting an arm at Kyree, whom looked half asleep were she sat.

“What? Huh? Rose, what are you talking about? What is Akane talking about.”

“Don’t call me Rose. It sounds preppy. It’s Kirose. That sounds better, more like a vampire.”

At the comment, Akane began laughing. Hard. Kirose turned to her, lips turning into a small smirk. Kyree let out an exasperated sigh. As she spoke, Kirose and Akane spoke with her, word for word and pace for pace, but high and mocking. “You are not a vampire ”

In reply, Kirose turned to Kyree, whom was looking up at her, rolling her brown eyes. Making her face look grave, Kirose then cleared her throat. And bared her teeth at Kyree. Akane was still laughing, and this caused further humor. Kirose gave in and sank to her knees beside her, both laughing, Akane’s a tad higher. After a few moments, Kyree joined in.

After about 30 seconds, Kirose stopped laughing, lifting her head, and motioning for the other two to be quiet. Having the best hearing, they relied on her for telling if someone was coming. Closing her eyes, she concentrated. It was either a random people that lived around here, or Melody. The small footsteps and humming told her what she wanted to know. “Just Melody.”

“What about me?” Melody had come into earshot when she repeated herself loud enough for Kyree to hear. Kirose, whom still had her eyes closed, opened one, showing a small portion of the green optic. Akane laid down, content to lay in the warmth. Kyree resumed trying to sleep. But before Kirose could answer, Melody jumped into talking about the latest gossip.

Kyree began to talk with Melody, and Kirose and Akane began to play tic TAC toe on Kirose’s arm, making light scratched to make tiny white marks that went away quickly to mark. And after a few more minutes, at 7:45 am, the bus shuddered to a stop in front of the girls, whom filed onto the bus, looking for seats.

But soon, two of them would be called by something else, and would forever leave their friends. And they would regret the jokes they had made on the subject.