So, I reread Twilight and was like…holy crap! I got a great SWAC story idea! Soooo, tell me if you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC…my life sucks.
Hope you like it!
I was watching my favorite show ever. So Random! It was the funniest, most random show on earth! My favorite sketch is the Dolphin Boy sketch! I think it's hilarious when Grady Mitchell accidentally squirts water all over Tawni Hart! Nico Harris is so funny and such a great actor! Zora Lancaster is also on the show, but she was absent in this sketch.
Get this: my best friend- Lucy- and I have are Youtube sensations. We do the most random things and we have a million hits every time we put videos up. Almost every single one of them says this, though- You guys are hilarious! Or Sonny is hawt! Those always worry me.
Well, the producer of So Random! , Marshall Pike, saw our videos. He wants me to be on the show! I was watching reruns of it when I got his call. I was so excited, and worried.
Yes, I worry a lot. You see, when people say I'm hot, I get nervous. I'm hot for one reason- to attract prey.
I, Allison Sonny Monroe, was a vampire.
No one knows but me. No one. Not even my mom.
I know what you're thinking- doesn't that mean my mom has to be a vampire or something?
No. Connie's not my real mom. She told me when I was ten years old that she found me on somewhere in a park in Wisconsin. I was freezing, and no one was there with me. So, she took me home and raised me as her own.
I know what she's thinking sometimes- no, I can't read her mind. But I can guess. I know she thinks I'm a little strange. Don't get me wrong- I love Connie- but sometimes it gets on my nerves when she looks at me funny. Most of the time I keep to myself. I don't eat with her, but I talk and bond with her. She was always worried that I wasn't eating at all, afraid I was anorexic or something. I told her I do eat, but I feel as though I'm against eating with others. It wasn't like she knew me like the back of her hand, so she granted my wishes and let me 'eat' alone.
I go out about once every week at night to go hunting. I hunt animals instead of people. I don't know why I go against my own nature, but I couldn't stand it when I saw the look of pure horror on my victim's face when I ended their life. It made me feel sick and twisted. A monster.
Which was exactly what I was.
I was packing my bags and watching the show I would be on in less than a week at the same time. I told Connie about me moving to Hollywood, and she agreed. I bought a house already in Hollywood online and was taking everything with me. Connie wasn't coming with.
So, basically, I was 'moving out'.
I'm seventeen now, and I'm turning eighteen soon. I remember doing some research on myself when I found out I was a vampire- I attacked a stranger who was walking alone through a park at night out of bloodlust. I read that once I turned eighteen, I never age again. My features stay the same, I don't grow old. I stay alive forever. What was my purpose, then? I always thought I was a monster, only living- if that's how you'd put it- so people could wonder about me. Or get eaten by me. Either way, I was just a figure of imagination or a predator.
Most don't believe anymore, I'm something of a fairytale. Always the bad girl, too. I hated it. The only people who find out about me die. I hope it makes sense to you that I don't kill people. I wouldn't want to get killed out of the blue all the time. So, I hunt animals.
I don't want to kill them either, but what else can I do? I can't starve myself. It won't work. There aren't many ways I can die. The only way I can is pretty gruesome, too. When I hunt, I range out as far as possible so all the animals that disappear aren't noticed. I just kill a few and then move on to a different city. One time I ran up all the way to Minnesota.
Hunting animals doesn't completely quench the thirst. I can feel pretty sloshy after I feed on them, but the animals I hunt aren't nearly as good as human blood. I hunt fox, bears, bobcats, coyotes…then there's the little ones I use as a side dish like badgers, beavers and raccoons…those aren't the best, though.
I had finished packing all my things in five suitcases. I was going to miss Connie, she had grown on me a little, but I knew I wouldn't break down crying when I left.
Even if I could cry, I wouldn't.
I headed downstairs after turning off my television and met Connie at the doorstep. She smiled sadly at me and wrapped me in a hug. She shivered at my cold touch, but didn't say anything. That's what I liked about her; she didn't ask very many questions.
"Sonny. From when I found you in that park, I always knew that you'd grow up to be the wonderful young lady you are."
"Thanks, mom." I wasn't allowed to call her Connie to her face. "I love you."
"I love you, too, honey. Let me help you." She grabbed two of my bags and I had the other three, and we walked together to my shiny, dark purple convertible. The top was currently up because I was driving the whole way. It was going to take about twenty nine hours, if I was human. Since I'm not, it'll probably take about fifteen hours, and I wouldn't have to stop at a hotel because I wouldn't get tired. It was going to be much easier than Connie was thinking.
"Do you have your passport, license, and credit card? Phone, charger, iPod…" She asked.
"I have everything, Mom." I smiled at her.
"Okay," She sighed. "So you're leaving on August 17th, at seven in the morning. Jeez. I can't believe your leaving!"
"Me either!" I hugged her again and got in.
I opened the passenger window when she knocked on it.
"I love you," She murmured.
"I love you, too, Mom. I'll call you when I stop and when I get there and all the time. Okay?"
"Perfect. Goodbye, Allison." She started to cry.
I pretended to make my bottom lip quiver like I was going to cry. I wanted to, so that she wouldn't think I was jubilant to be gone. I wrinkled my forehead to add more effect.
"Goodbye, Mom." I took a deep breath and closed the window.
I nodded at her, and she nodded back. I stepped on the pedal, and left Connie behind, along with my childhood home.
I was about five hours into it. It was noon, and I needed to stop for gas. The needle was dangerously low. I quickly turned onto the next exit and stopped at Speedway. I stood outside with the pump in the gas tank and leaned against the brick wall as rain splattered on the roof thingy.
Everyone smelled really good. I hadn't eaten in about eight days, and I was being very irresponsible about others' safety. I held my breath the whole time, thinking about how I would be on the show in just a few more hours. I imagined what the actors would think of me, who I would meet…maybe there's be another vampire there? That would make me feel more comfortable in Hollywood. I haven't met any ok my kind yet, so I wondered what they were like…
"Hey, baby." A groggy voice asked.
I turned to see a middle aged man with a cigarette in his mouth. He was trying to be smooth, leaning against the wall next to me, raising his eyebrows repeatedly. He was wearing a dark red shirt under overalls. He was balding, and was really ugly.
I immediately gave him a disgusted and disapproving look. He was gross…and definitely drunk.
"Can I help you?" I asked, putting as much attitude in the words as possible.
The man licked his lips and looked me up and down.
"Yeah, I think you can. You want to get in my car? We can cruise across the country, and only stop for gas and to get to know each other... What'd'ya think?" He blew the smoke he breathed in from his cigarette and it exited in a ring, surrounding my face, smirking.
"I think you're disgusting." I breathed in. He smelled of alcohol and smoke. His blood smelled bad now because of all the beer in his body. I wrinkled my nose.
When I took another breath, just out habit, I smelled something delicious. Not in a way that meant I wanted to eat something…but it smelled amazing. I breathed in over and over and the smell was close now. I felt a hand on my arm. It wasn't warm, it was the same temperature as my skin.
It was a vampire.
"Back off, man," the boy behind me sneered. "She's with me."
I turned around as the boy who was protecting me wrapped an arm around my waist. He was incredibly handsome, with black hair and green eyes. I decided to play along, knowing he was only trying to keep me safe. I put a hand on his shoulder and leaned into him, breathing in his scent. He smelled of vanilla…
"Oh, really?" The bald guy asked sarcastically.
"Yeah. So I suggest you scram before I get pissed." My savior threatened.
"Oh please. You don't even know her. What's her name?"
It's Allison. My name is Allison. Allison, Allison, Allison…
"Dude, her name is Allison." I was shocked at him. How did he guess right? "And she's with me. So, leave. Now."
The bald guy left, nearly tripping over his own feet because of how drunk he was, and drove away.
I spun around to face the green-eyed boy and smiled. He pulled his arms back, and I pulled back, too.
"Um…" I muttered. "Thank you. I'm Allison…but I guess you already knew that." I stuck my hand out
He smiled and shook it. "I'm Collin. It's nice to see another vampire around here. Oh, and I know your name because you were chanting it in your mind."
I got distracted by his good looks. He was really cute. I couldn't talk.
"Well, then just think." Collin smirked.
"I'm sorry, what?" I was confused, I hadn't said anything.
"Don't be confused. I can read minds."
I widened my eyes. I guess he already knew I thought he was really handsome.
"Yeah, I do."
"This is awkward." I mumbled, embarrassed.
"It's fine. Look, I have to get going. I'm going to visit my sister in Texas. I hear you're going to Hollywood."
"I was thinking about it…" I joked. He laughed. "But…yeah. And thanks again back there. I haven't really gotten used to myself yet. I'm sort of rusty with the whole protect myself thing."
"Yeah, it's not so bad. Pretty easy actually. Just growl at them or something." He chuckled. "It was very nice to meet you Allison."
"Yeah," I smiled at him. He was sweet. "Bye."
I paid for my gas and got back in my car, driving away.
This trip was interesting.
Well, I made it to the city filled of gasoline and smoke. I looked up, wishing to see the blue sky and sun, but all I saw was gray and black. Hmm, polluted much?
I was thinking about Collin the whole way here. He could read minds. Well, what could I do? I kept wondering about myself. I didn't know me at all! I laughed aloud at that thought, wishing Collin was here to laugh with me. Someone to protect me. I could use that, even though I was a vampire this city was already starting to creep me out.
I pulled into my driveway. My house was just like the pictures online. It was a light shade of blue, and was huge. A little smaller than a mansion, but whatever. I could have used an apartment instead.
I walked up to the door and opened it, going crazy at the smell of the last human who had entered, trying to sell the house that now belonged to me. I walked around. All in all, it was beautiful. There were three bedrooms. I ran as fast as I could to the car, it would be a blur to anyone watching, but I don't see anyone or smell them. When I came in, I claimed the master bedroom. O slowly soaked it all in. The kitchen was silver and marble. Grand. Then the living had a fifty inch flat screen in it…maybe a gift from the sellers? The room was dark blue and white, very casual and relaxing.
Then I went into the next room. It was the meditation room I saw online. There was a little pond and river, made from the waterfall that fell from the high ceiling. The place was extravagant. I would come in here a lot. The walls were all clear glass, looking out to the backyard. It felt good with the sun on my toes, but the rest of my body was in the shadows.
No, I wasn't sparkling. I read some book that said we vampires do that. Hollywood is way off. The only time we sparkle is on our birthday. I figured that out the hard way.
The whole house was very welcoming, but lonely. Had to get used to it, I would be here the rest of my very long life. Forever. Better keep it clean then. I smiled.
Unpacking my things and putting them in the right places was done quickly with how my hands blurred with speed and how fast I moved. I loved the speed. It was one of my favorite parts of being what I was.
When I finished settling in about thirty seconds later, I laid down on the bed. I was exhausted. No silly, I wasn't physically tired, just emotionally I tried to clear my head.
Tomorrow at eight on the morning I would meet my new cast mates, and they would meet their biggest fan.
