A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction for Morganville Vampires so hopefully it will good. I like Claire, really I do but I just really wanted to make up a new character so yeah! No hate guys, no hate haha, I've always wanted to say that. All characters are Rachel Caine's apart from Hannah who's mine. Please review and let me know what you think of it! Xx
HANNAH'S POV
The Texas sun burned down on the run-down town. An ancient song was playing on the radio in the taxi from the airport. The airport was miles away from Morganville but fortunately the taxi was included with my flight.
"You sure you dropped of here?" The clean-shaved taxi-driver asked me. I took a quick glance out the window and saw the park.
"Yep thanks for the ride." I say while getting out the taxi. The driver helps me get my bags out of the trunk of the car then drives away.
I pick up my bags and start to walk out of the park. I had brought one suitcase, a black canvas bag which held my keyboard and a rucksack which contained money, flight details, etc.
The park wasn't big at all. It had a pair of rusted swings, a tiny slide which looked like it had been there since the civil war and a few random flowers dotted around the place to make it look "cheerful". Even if you had a thousand flowers it wouldn't look cheery.
The main street was right next to the park so it wasn't a long walk. On the street there were a couple thrift shops, a florist, a grocery store and a café. The two giggling girls in front of me (students I'm guessing) entered the café. It looked warm and busy, that must mean it's good right? A sign above my head said "COMMON GROUNDS". What a fantastic name, I think to myself sarcastically. Anyways I step inside.
Inside it was nice, chairs and tables scattered about, a few couches were in the corner and a huge bar area where people were ordering with loads of machines for drinks. This was like a student's heaven, but I wasn't a student, well not at the moment anyways. I stand in line, waiting patiently for about five minutes or something, before being served.
My server was a geeky looking teenager with pimples covering his face. He had brown wavy hair and rectangular glasses.
"Hey, what can I get you?" He asks politely.
"Emm, can I get a cappuccino with sugar?" I say while taking off my sunglasses looking at the list of drinks on the wall.
"Sure thing, name?"
"Hannah, you?" I reply with a smile, not like a full-tooth grin or anything, just a wee smile to show appreciation.
"Jake, so from the sound of your accent you're not from around here? Student?" He asks while using a complicated looking machine.
"Not a student just moved here from Scotland. I was born here but moved when I was really young. Hopefully I'm getting a spot at the college but I'm not too fussed. Just need a change of scenery." I answer truthfully.
"Well I hope you get in, we need a few decent people in this town, trust me." He says whilst staring bitterly at a group of people behind me, before I could turn around he hands me my drink.
"Five dollars fifty please." Wow, expensive much! Anyway I hand him six dollars.
"Keep the change." I say with a smile, sure he was nerdy but he was nice and I don't care about looks.
"Wow! Thanks!" He sounded like a little kid on Christmas morning; does nobody give tips here or something? I picked up my drink and settled down at a close by table. On my way to the table I picked up the local newspaper from where the couches were.
I placed down my bags and slumped into the booth, taking a sip of my coffee. It was AMAZING! I turned round to see Jake looking over at me, I give a thumbs up and pointed at the drink. He laughs then gets back to serving a costumer.
I open the paper and flick through the pages. Nothing really interesting so I turn to the housing page. I see a couple which sound reasonable, so I dig out my mobile out my pocket and start dialling. The first one I called had found someone, the second started talking about if I like wearing my bikini around the house so that was a no no and the third one sounded really old and dying, not that I have anything against the elderly but they wouldn't be the ideal roommates. I scanned down the list when I found one that sounded okay. THREE ROOMMATES SEEKING FOURTH, huge old house, privacy assured, reasonable rent and utilities. I wasn't sure how much reasonable was but it has three roommates already which was useful, so I dialled them up. Answer machine. Great.
"Hello, you've reached the Glass House. If you're looking for Michael, he sleeps days. If you're looking for Shane, good luck with that, 'cause we never know where the hell he is" – distant laughter from at least two people –"and if you're looking for Eve, you'll probably get her on her cell phone or at the shop. But hey. Leave a message. And if you're looking to audition for the room, come on by. It's 716 West Lot Street" A new voice, female said "Yeah, just look for the mansion." Then a different male "Gone with the Wind meets The Munsters" More laughter then a bleep.
"Hi there, my name's Hannah. I'm wondering 'bout the room? Yeah, I might pop round. Thanks." And hung up. Well they sounded young which was good, but they sounded close and I didn't want to disrupt that. Oh well. It couldn't be that bad. Could it? She started to search the lists again until a voice interrupted her.
"Move, freak. This is our table." A girl's voice told me sternly. I looked up and saw a girl my age staring directly at me.
The girl had long, dark silky hair. She had a model's face, which was covered in make-up. Her body was slim but curvy, classed as 'hot'. She had on a bright orange top, a black skirt (which I'm not even sure it's legal to be that short) and killer heels, which make my feet sore just by looking at them. So she was pretty and all, but clearly tried far too hard.
"Are you deaf? Move!" Behind her were two girls, back up dancers really, smirking away at their leader.
"No, I'm sitting here. Are you blind?" I reply calmly. Man, I didn't like this girl. At. All. For some reason people started to stare.
"Oh you're SO gonna wish you never said that. Move now or die bitch, you're choice." She threatens me. Wow! First hour of being in this town and getting death threats already? That must be some kind of record or something.
"Why should I move if I was here already? And you know if you asked nicely, I might actually move. Just a hint."
"Fine, if that's how you're gonna play this game. Can you please move?"
"Y'know what? I'm actually quite happy here thanks." I say with a smile then carried on with my reading.
"That's it!" she grabs my coffee then pours it over the paper. Wooooooaah calm down there!
"Hey! You owe me a new coffee! I'd like a cappuccino with sugar, thanks." I say getting quite annoyed now.
"Right okay. That's enough. Monica my office. Now." An oldish man orders (I didn't get a good look at him), as Monica sulks.
"This isn't over bitch! Next time that coffee will be over your head!" She shouts then storms into a room behind the bar. People stare at me, not like a death stare or that but just a stare. Probably in amazement.
"Oh shit." I mutter to myself as I try and scrub the coffee out of my jeans, they weren't my best jeans but they weren't my worst either.
"Here." I look up and Jake's standing there handing me a damp cloth.
"Thanks." I appreciate as I carry on scrubbing.
"Y'know, nobody stands up to Monica." He states while cleaning the table.
"Really? Well they should 'cause she's a pain in the ass." Man, cappuccino is a nightmare to get out. Jake chuckles.
"Yeah well that's true. Y'know her dad's Mayor? Total psycho she is, I heard that she pushed a girl down the stairs once, that girl left town real soon after that." Jake explains.
"I can't think why. Thanks, I'll make sure not to be near stairs when Monica's around. Hey, do you know where West Lot Street is?" I ask.
"Yeah it's about a ten minute walk, I could take you there once my shift's done?" He offers.
"Aw it's fine. I fancy a wee walk anyways. Thanks for all your help, see you around?"
"Sure, bye!" He says. As I stroll out of the shop, I give him a little wave then I step out into the fresh air.
Well at least I made a friend. Yeah, but you also made an enemy, a little voice in my head says. Hey, you can't win them all I guess. The walk was quite easy. Jake told me straight down through the park, then left. Lot Street was average sized street and the houses were average sized too. I carried on walking until I reached 716.
"Wow." I gasped in amazement. The description in the message was exactly what the house was. The house was massive! Large windows were along the oldish wall. A paved path led up to a wooden porch where a strange symbol was above the door. It was beautiful and I seemed to recognise it? Probably just from The Munsters or something.
I carefully opened the squeaky gate and ambled along the path. When I rung the bell and a cheery chime occurred. I heard a distant "coming" and the thumping noise of someone coming. I heard lots of locks being undone, well at least it has good security, I thought to myself.
When the door opened standing there was a girl who was clearly very Goth. She had a black shag hair cut which were in two little bunches on top of her head. Her makeup was done so that her face was very pale, she had big eyes which looked even bigger with the heavy mascara and eyeliner and blood red lips which made her look like a Gothic Snow-White. She was wearing a black miniskirt with red and black stripy tights, clunky black mary-jane shoes and a black tee which had a red skull on it.
"Hi, can I help you?" She asks cheerfully. I had to admit I was expecting a mumble or something, being Goth and all. But she seemed really cheery and smiley. I like that in a person.
"Yeah, I'm here about the room?" I answer curiously.
"Oh sure! I'm so glad you've came. Most the people who've came were total freaks." She explains whilst ushering me in the hall. That's quite rich coming from you that little voice in my head says but I block it out. "I'm Eve by the way. Here, let me take your bags." Before I could refuse she grabbed my keyboard and suitcase.
"Thanks, so how much would the-WOW!" I could barely believe my eyes.
The place had lots of wood, which made it look simple and fresh. It looked very homely and as if it had survived a lot. I could smell chilli and some sort of air freshener.
"It's…It's- " I couldn't explain it.
"No words to describe it? That's how I felt first time I saw it. You like it but have no words to describe it. So where are you from? That accent is freakin' awesome!" That was bang on how I felt so I just nodded, jaw-dropped. She chuckled.
"Scotland. I was born here though." I told her.
"Oh! Cool! I'm Eve by the way, and you are?" she raises a dark plucked eyebrow.
"Hannah." I finish for her.
"Well Hannah, I think I'd better introduce to one of my roomies." Eve says while dropping my bags and dragging into the living room. It was very open plan. Lying on a comfy looking couch, was a guy sprawled out, who was furiously clicking buttons which belonged to a game controller. I don't think he even noticed us come in until Eve spoke.
"Hey! Chilli Boy!" Eve shouts at the guy.
"Wait, Wait, WAIT! NO! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM GOTHICA?!" the boy or should I say man, yells at Eve, clearly fuming.
"Meet Shane Collins. Permanent slacker and virtual zombie killer." Eve informs me.
"And don't you forget it. Who's the chic?" Shane asks while sitting up. The chic? Ohh not cool bro.
"Shane Hannah, Hannah Shane. She's here about the room." Eve introduces while sitting down on the floor and gestures me to sit on the couch next to Shane.
He looked tall and broad, like don't-mess-with-me broad. He had gorgeous brown eyes and messy light brown hair. He was a hottie. He scans me up and down scrutinizing everything about me.
"How old?" He asks Eve sternly.
"Emm…age?" Eve asks shyly, as if that should've been the first thing she'd ask.
"17." I say confidently.
"Ooooooh and she's out." Shane says while padding into what I'm presuming is the kitchen.
"What's he on about?" I ask confusedly.
"You have to be 18 to live with us. It's the law." Eve says with a glum face.
"What? In Scotland you can move out when your 16!" I exclaim, shocked.
"Well this isn't Scotland is it?" Eve says sadly.
"Oh come on, please! I have nowhere else to go. I'm gonna be 18 in three months!" I plead.
"Well, I suppose three months isn't too bad. What do you say Shane?" Eve questions as Shane strolls through again holding a bowl of chilli and a can of coke.
"Wait for Michael and see what he says. Maybe he'll have a soft spot for her." Shane suggests.
"C'mon, I'll go show you the room." Eve declares and bounces up the stairs. Well here we go.
A/N: There you are folks! Please review means a million! xx