Title: Sweet Disposition
Author: undiscoveredwriter
Pairings: Brooke/Julian.
Rating: Teen/Adult; Adult content. Mild language.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill - or any other show mentioned.
Summary: AU. In a small, mundane, dull town lives a brunette named Brooke Davis whose life feels like groundhog day but that all changes when a dark and mysterious man by the name of Julian Baker walks into the cafe where she works one day; taking her world by storm. Only one problem, Mr. Baker is a vampire.
A/N: This story has been spiralling for a while now so I thought I'd give it a go so I really hope you enjoy it. It's going to have elements from Twilight and True Blood but it is in fact a One Tree Hill fanfiction. The tite of this chapter is a song by Story Of The Year.
Chapter One
Anthem Of Our Dying Day
the sky will cry
the blackest tears tonight
and this is the moment that I live for
I can smell the ocean air
and here I am
pouring my heart on these rooftops
just a ghost to the world
that's exactly
exactly what I need
Brooke Davis was her name.
It was simple, nice, easy to remember but no one did; no one that she knew of anyway.
She thought of herself as the person that people talk to out of need rather than want; to ask directions, to help with a problem, big or small but never some one who would stay within a person's mind, never did she think of herself as someone that would impact a life or anything remotely close to that. She had some friends but they were living their own life - each one of them taking the world by storm and she was left, sitting in the mess that the hurracaine left behind.
Her life, to her, was boring; she lived in a small one bedroom apartment and worked in a little cafe as a waitress. She had dreams, big ones too but it is one thing dreaming and another actually doing and that was where her problem was; she could dream, dream until she was blue in the face but something always seemed to hold her back when she went to try and accomplish the dream and she had no idea what.
She used to be full of energy; a free spirit; the life of a party but when highschool ended and reality began, it seemed to have been sucked out of her.
And now, she seems so lifeless that those who know her, worry.
So, just like every other day of the week, except Sunday, she was at work - taking orders; it seemed ironic really, to think that that was all she was good for.
The bell above the door jingled and she made her way to the young couple that had just sat down; the sight nauseating her. They were oblivious to her sudden appearance and were, in non-explicit terms, all over each other. They boy's hand was currently making its way up the girls skirt while the girls tongue was currently making its way into the boys mouth.
Brooke gagged involuntarily and the duo looked up at her.
Prude, the girl thought and Brooke clenched her jaw.
Turning her head, she directed her attention to the boy whose thought made her more than angry.
Damn, he thought suggestively as he let his eyes wander down her body, What I wouldn't give for a go of that!
She shook her head, glaring at him with fiercly angry eyes before simply taking in a deep breath and doing the job that she was paid to do and had been doing for the past three and a half years.
"What would you like?" She asked as politely as she could.
I know what I want, the boy grinned, flashing a not-so-charming set of teeth and Brooke took in another array of deep breaths, trying to block it out.
"We'll just have a batch of pancakes and two coffees, thanks." Bitch! The young girl responded, seemingly aware of her boyfriends sudden perkiness towards Brooke.
from up here the city lights burn
like a thousand miles of fire
and I'm here to sing this anthem
of our dying day
"Coming right up," she responded, cheerily; faking her enthusiasm.
She walked back to the counter and moved behind it, placing the order into the chef's hands. He took it willingly but failed to look at her and she sighed; it was consious - she had been sighing everyday for the past 1095 days, each and every one dragging slower than the previous.
For the first six months she thought that it was just temporary; just to get herself a nice little sum of cash to help her get to where she wanted to be but with the college classes that she was taking at Tree Hill Community College and trying to keep herself afloat, it just all got too hard and she had to quit college and move into a smaller apartment.
It wasn't choice; she was evicted.
Despite the fact the she knew it was coming, what with her gift, she seemed to have been living with a small case of denial and didn't believe it until a notice was posted through her letterbox and then, the big, red bold letters - NOTICE OF EVICTION (Leave within 24 hours) - was definitely hard to ignore. So, and despite the protests of her friends telling her they would help, she packed up and moved on.
Literally and figuratively.
It seemed as thought her friends weren't neccessarily friends anymore, rather aquaintances so when her life took a drastic shift, she pushed them away completely. She knew that it may have been harsh but with their unspoken pity and saddened eyes everytime they were around her, it all piled up and pushing was easier than pulling.
She knew that her life was a far cry from luxurious and she knew that everyone else thought and knew it too but she was a fighter and there was no way she was going to give up. She may be living a life fit only for a homeless person but that didn't matter because Brooke Davis never quit.
And she may be poor but she was still Brooke Davis.
for a second I wish the tide
would swallow every inch of this city
as you gasp for air tonight
I'd scream this song right in your face
--
if you were here I swear
I won't miss a beat
cause I never never have before
Standing on the edge of the cliff, the brunette stared ahead at the vast ocean; the dark of night making the deep waters as black as the sky. Her breaths came out in quick pants as her feet shifted forward and she closed her eyes in suspense.
Despite the fact that she knew there was no one from society around her, thoughts still swirled around her mind and all she wanted was for them to just disappear and when her eyes re-opened the clashing waves fiercly hitting the rocks never looked so inviting.
Jump!
Jump!
She shook her head vigourously and unconciously took another step forward; making her dangerously close to going off the edge but when a swifting wind swept from behind her, edgeing her forward some more, fear crept up her spine and her body envoloped in goosebumps; her hairs standing on end.
Did she want this?
Not so long ago, four hours to be precise, she was telling herself that Brooke Davis didn't quit, that she never gave up and yet, there she stood, standing on a cliff that, if she were to take another step, she would surely be plummeting to her death; she would be giving up.
Just jump!
"Shut up!" She screamed into the silence, "Just shut up!"
No one replied.
from up here the city lights burn
like a thousand miles of fire
and I'm here to sing this anthem
of our dying day
She screwed her eyes shut and tried to evade the memories, the voices, just everything out of her mind and yet the effort was futile because they just kept coming. The memories, grief-filled and joyous, all caused a dull pain in her heart and the voices annoyed her to no end.
Her trust was non-existant because she could just hear what people, mostly guys, wanted from her and she knew, as soon as it started, she was alone.
The world was a big place, massive and she wished that she could just float away, to a far away place and live there, in seclusion and with peace because even though she would be alone in body, she didn't care because she would be alone in her mind and that was the one thing she wished for more than anything.
Or the other option was to go to sleep forever because in her sleep, her mind only consisted of her dreams and her thoughts but there was only one way to go to sleep forever.
Only one way to leave the world.
of our dying day
of our dying day
of our dying
Death.
for a second I wish the tide
would swallow every inch of this city
and you gasp for air tonight
She cringed as the word loomed to the front her mind and maybe she didn't want it but she felt like she needed it. The feeling of disappearing into peace and bliss for the rest of eternity was far too tempting, especially because what was waiting for her tomorrow was grease and orders and insanely rude thoughts.
It was all too suffocating and she wanted to just breath so badly that her lungs seemed to constrict and it was too difficult and everytime she thought she was going to suffocate to death, she wished that there was some one there, calming her with soothing words and soft hands and kisses.
But there wasn't because she was alone; remember?
She lifted her eyes back to the ocean and time must have moved swiftly because she could see the sun peeking over the horizon; its reds and oranges colouring the dark water and if it was inviting before then what it was now made her itch to jump.
Jump!
"Leave me alone," she whispered, painfully.
One foot forward...1
"Please."
Bracing herself, she took a deep breath...2
of our dying day
of our dying day
of our dying
And tripped.
A/N: So there is the first chapter. It's very Brooke centred because it's basically an introduction chapter but the next chapter will definitely have more interaction and maybe even some Julian. I really hope you enjoy and if it's not too much trouble, I would be really grateful if you reviewed the story.
- undiscoveredwriter