Hehe, vampire fic! Enjoy dearrrss, and feel free to molest the review button.
GET YO' SNUGGIES, SO YOU CAN BE WARM.
Even though, it's only a backwards bathrobe...
Anyways, review! Oh, and may I add, this is before Eli and Clare met? Too bad, I added it anyway!
Eli had a secret. Not a little one, like a sixth toe, or even an STD. It was far more revealing, and said more about him. He couldn't push it aside, and part of him didn't want to. But seeing kids, not having to worry about mauling anyone, made him tingle with envy.
Eli Goldsworthy was indeed a vampire.
They weren't dirty, as every one said. But they did, however, yearn for the taste of human blood. It wasn't a choice, and it seemed so surreal. But to Eli, it was just how you lived life.
There were many rumors about Eli. How he was too good looking to be straight, or that he wore color-contacts to get the red eyes, or that it was a coincidence that he drove a hearse, and was morbid.
But no, they all linked to the fact that he was a vampire.
Going to school was tough enough, without stares and whispers. It's even tougher when it's a new school, one where the only face you know is your own. But when you can hear other people's thoughts, it makes it all the more difficult.
He sighed, and slugged his backpack over his shoulder. His little sister's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"Where are you going?" said, her thirteen year old mind wandering. He laughed darkly.
"School, we can't all be home schooled." Eli said. She laughed, and shooed him off, making him grunt.
He put the keys inside his hearse, hearing the awful purr of failure.
"Screw it." he said, walking slowly. But it killed him inside, especially since he could go one hundred miles per hour.
So he did.
There was something about the way the wind was slower than him, or how his hair brushed his face, that made him feel invincible, even though he was.
The school came faster than he thought it would, and he forgot to slow down. He wasn't noticed, and he sighed.
Only one girl noticed him.
She had auburn hair, porcelain skin, and piercing blue eyes. Eli felt his knees go weak.
She was beautiful.
And so...fragile. She walked up to him slowly.
"How did you run that fast?" she asked shrilly. He shrugged.
"Guess you could call me a super human." he said, coughing. Half of that term was right.
"But...you're not panting. What street are you on?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Cramer Street?" he said innocently. She hid a smile.
"That's two miles away.." she trailed. He hunched his back.
"How would you know?" he asked, avoiding her glance.
"That's my street." she said proudly. He smirked to himself.
"Cool. See you around, uhh..." he said, requesting her name.
"Clare Edwards." she said, grinning. He smirked.
"See you around, Clare." he filled in. He walked away slowly, walking up to his new locker. A boy with light brown hair was blocking it.
"Excuse me." he said. The boy smiled shyly and cleared the space. Eli smirked, opening his new locker with care. He could've ripped the door off with ease. He laughed to himself, collecting his books. On his way to Economics class, he whizzed past a kid with many papers in his hand. The kid grumbled.
"Damn. Paper cut." he said, sucking his thumb. The scent poked at Eli's taste buds. He quickly covered his nose and mouth with his hand, running outside. He climbed up to the roof of the building, to find Clare up here, her face buried in her knees.
"Sup Clare!" he said, disgusted by how much of a common teenager he resembled. She smiled weakly.
"Nothing. You?" she squeaked. He sat himself down next to her. Her eyes were puffed.
"You alright?" he asked. She ducked her head slightly, curls falling in her face.
"Just some stuff, I'll be okay." she said, trying to sound assuring. Feeling bold but mostly lonely, he wrapped an arm around her.
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." he assured. She sniffled and laughed weakly.
"But...you're just a stranger." she said, clearly not understanding the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Eli smiled, standing up.
"Maybe one day I won't be. Now c'mon, let's get out of here. We'll get caught." Eli said, pulling Clare up, careful not to dislocate her shoulder. She frowned.
"I can't go back in there." she whispered lightly. He chuckled.
"That's why we aren't going back." he said darkly. She smiled.
"Where are we going then?" she asked. He bit his lip, piercing it.
"Ow." he said, rubbing it. She looked up, putting her thumb over the mark. He focused in on her, listening to her thoughts.
Do not kiss him, Clare, he won't like you like that.
He smiled to himself.
"So you wanna kiss me?" he said, covering his mouth after doing so. She looked at him, mouth agape.