Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: Okay, well, I've got the newest installment out. I hope you like it and I'll try and write more later. I'm brainstorming right now. Gosh, I have three in-progress stories active on this site. O: Hope I can keep up. d: Well, enjoy and R&R please. Reviews are much appreciated. ;D Thanks bunches! [: -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 01~x~x~

Senior year was going to be a weird one. With my much improved popularity, I was not only liked by my fellow goth members, but I was accepted by the Hollister-donning prep kids as well, cheerleaders and jocks alike.

It felt so different, being liked and accepted by preppies. I mean, I'd always been despised and looked down upon, all because of how I looked. But ever since I had sold Brian Farson out of cheating to win the Homecoming Queen crown for me just so we could share a slow dance, the preps, the cheerleaders, and the jocks had all found me okay after all. And what was even better was, not only did they accept me, but all of the rest of the goths of Horace Valen High School. Brian and Bailey Farson had made sure of that, since I'd done them both favors.

So like I said, senior year was going to be weird. I wasn't used to having friends in the "popular" category, especially like the Farson twins' status. They were beautiful, blonde, and rich and everyone in the school liked them — well, either that or they were afraid of them. But when Brian was sold out, everyone began to hate him, until I announced that we should all just be friends and stand by each other. Hey, we all make mistakes; Brian just happened to make a really big stupid one. After Homecoming, everyone interacted with each other at school. The stares I received were not sneers or of disgust, but of admiration and smiles, and the hushed whispers were gone. Instead, they waved to me and said hello, instead of gossiping of what a slut I was because I had a giant tattoo on my chest.

Packed and ready to go, I slung my leather tote bag over my shoulder and grabbed a Pop-Tart for the drive. Dad was so proud of me that for Christmas, he gave me his black Mini Cooper with the British flag on the roof! I was so psyched, even though I didn't prefer to drive, but I had such a cool car that I could call mine and was so happy. He bought himself a black Ford Fusion and got Vampires Walk Naked painted professionally on the side of it and silhouettes of naked vampire women decals on the back window — definitely like my dad.

So dressed in a pair of little black shorts, a black v-neck with tears and rips all over that showed a lot of my cleavage (okay, so sometimes I did live up to my former Horace nickname, Gothic Slut), and five-inch chunky Mary-Jane platforms, I kissed my dad goodbye on the cheek and grabbed my car keys out of the tie-dyed ceramic bowl next to the door. I walked down the iron stairs to the street from my apartment complex and unlocked my Mini, but not before checking my hair and make-up in my reflection cast off from the driver's door window.

Today was the first day back to school, and it would be my last year at Horace Valen. Rex Tyler — super-uper tall guy with a multicolored Mohawk, size zero plugs, a bullring, and eyebrow ring … and also the guy who had this huge crush on me since I met him last year —, Ava Burton — an adorable little pixie-like girl with short pink hair and always dressed as a Lolita doll —, Nathaniel (Nate) Karson — total flirt and quite attractive guy with copper skin, long brown dreads, amazing green eyes, and zero plugs, a bullring, and tattoos of killer clowns and almost-naked vampire chicks on his arms — and I were all going into our senior year of high school. Last year, three of our friends left us when they graduated: Helena Monroe, Sevina (Sevvy) Gordon, and her boyfriend Rafael Prynce. We spent the summer together, but now they were off to college and we wouldn't see them so often anymore.

I drove into the Horace Valen student parking. A very different scene was taking place here compared to the previous year. Both goths and preps alike were associating with each other kindly, a perfect high school utopia.

I parked the Mini next to a blue Ford Focus and got out. I took a deep breath and released the air. Back to school — again … but it would be the last year where I would have to step into any education building. My vampire boyfriend, Jagger Maxwell, wanted to have his first covenant ceremony after I graduated. A covenant ceremony is somewhat like a wedding, but it's a ceremony to bond a vampire and a mate for all of eternity. It must be on sacred ground (such as a church, graveyard, etc.) or else the two bonding wouldn't be bonded forever. It took me a while to agree to this, since me bonding to Jagger would mean that I would have to become a vampire and leave my life as a human, so we agreed that he would bite me once I graduated high school. Everyone would think I was going off to college, but really I was just going to live down in Jagger's apartment underneath the Coffin Club and sleep in his coffin until the moon rose. Of course, I could tell nobody that I was turning into a vampire, not even my dad, so it was safest to make them believe I was heading off to college. When I would see everyone again, I didn't know, which was the sad part about changing.

Slinging my back over my shoulder and taking a bite out of my S'mores Pop-Tart, I shut the car door and walked over to my best friends in the entire world. I spotted them over by our usually oak tree, two particular blondes associating with them as well.

"Hey everybody," I said with a wave when I approached them. I was immediately trampled by little pink-haired Ava and her lacy Lolita doll dress.

"Emmy!" she squealed and squeezed her frail arms around me. I laughed and hugged her in return.

"Hey Ave! Missed you," I said.

"Are you kidding? I missed you too!" she replied and let go of me. I was greeted by the others, then.

"Hey Ems. Bet you missed me too," said Nate with a wiggle of his eyebrows. I grinned and wrapped my arms around Nate's tall, tan figure.

"Duh," I said when he kissed the top of my head.

"I get a hug too, right Em?" asked Rex after. Rex and I had gone through a lot. He was a great friend, but things had just been awkward ever since he'd confessed his crush for me. After the Homecoming dance, though, things had changed. I think he was losing his crush for me and starting to crush on his little best friend instead.

I smiled widely and my tall friend with the colorful Mohawk. "Definitely, dear," I said and tore from Nate's arm around my shoulder and opened my arms for Rex. It was nice to hug Rex without any awkward tension. I really hoped that his love for Ava maybe grew into something more. But, I have to admit, if I wasn't dating Jagger, I'd most likely be dating Rex right now.

Brian and Bailey Farson hung back from my goth crowd. I assumed they'd settled their dispute over the summer. After Bailey had found out that her twin brother was trying to steal the Homecoming crown from her, she refused to talk to him for the rest of the year, and Dracula knows what happened at their White House-sized mansion. But, by the way the two of them were standing and exchanging glances, it seemed things were back to normal for them and they'd made up.

"You guys can come and give me a hug too, if you want," I offered, looking at them from behind Rex. The twins smiled simultaneously and walked over to me as well.

"How was your summer, Emily?" asked Bailey Farson, the definition of perfection. She out ruled both Venus and Aphrodite, goddesses of love.

"Pretty good," I replied. I'd spent most of my summer at the Coffin Club with Jagger and my friends. We all wanted to spend as much time as possible together with Helena, Sevvy, and Rafael before they left for college.

"It was hella good!" exclaimed Nate. "I talked Rex into getting a new vamp tat! Show 'em, Rex." Rex rolled his eyes and lifted his black t-shirt, exposing some incredible abs. Near his bellybutton, there was a long figure that turned out to be a girl … an almost naked girl. Bailey's face twisted with disgust, and Brian's face frowned, but I could see the hidden amusement etched underneath it.

"It's a vamp chick. And she's blonde like Emmy!" laughed Nate. I glared at him and crossed my arms.

"You convinced him to get a tattoo of a naked girl that resembles me?" I cried. "What the hell, Nate! And you," I pointed at Rex, "letting him talk you into that! What the hell was going through your mind when you did that?"

"She's hot. Now I have something beautiful on my skin," Rex replied nonchalantly with a grin.

"That's a drawing," I hissed.

"Aw relax Em. It doesn't look exactly like you. I mean, look, she's too tall to be you," said Nate. I glared even harder.

"Thanks, Nate. You definitely know how to make a person feel better," I snapped.

"Then you probably shouldn't show her yours, Nate," suggested Rex. My head snapped in his direction.

"What?"

"Damn, you're right," sighed Nate.

"You guys, this is really how you wanted to start senior year? With Emmy snapping at you like this? You know, she's the one with fangs," said Ava.

"What's you tattoo?" asked Brian.

"Don't ask," Bailey begged.

Nate ignored her and lifted shirt, almost all the way. A completely naked vampire girl that was covered by her arms and legs covered most of Nate's dark chest. I shot daggers at him.

"Whoa, that looks a lot like —" Brian started, but I finished.

"Me," I growled and cocked my head to the side. "Why does she look like me?"

"Emmy, baby," soothed Nate, wrapping his arm around me, "who wouldn't want you naked on their chest?" I violently shook it off. Luckily for them, the bell rang to start class.

"You guys …. God, I have nothing to say to you," I hissed and grabbed Ava by the wrist, dragging her to the school building. Bailey followed shortly after.

"You've almost reached my status around your crowd," snickered Bailey.

"Wow, wait to start the year. I just get here and find that two of my close friends have tattoos that resemble me naked on their chests." I sighed. "Let's just get to class."