~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was September when I fell in love.
It was in December that I died.
They're after me again
I don't know what I did to make them chase me, I'm only dead.
Hi, my name is Sam and I'm 13. I guess I should start with the usual. I have dark brown hair, the same with the eyes. Caramel colored skin. I'm Puerto Rican, but officially lived in New York… until now. I have to stay with one of my Uncle Vikas' friends; I think his name was Otis. I don't really mind though it was either this or stay with my run away father. Who do you think I would choose? Most obviously Otis. I guess I 'm pretty shy, but if I get the right vibe from you I'd probably warm up to you pretty quickly. My mom says that makes me a little naïve. I listen to Rock, doesn't really matter what kind. My favorite colors are Red and Black. Red first of course. I always seem to be wearing at least one thing that's red. I have probably every video game system known to man. What can I say? I love video games. I used to go to a catholic school before the move. The school had a horrendous uniform; it was all green from head to toe. Well, maybe except for the shoes, those were either black or navy blue. I'm planning on getting my lip pierced. The funny thing is my mom doesn't mind. She said that when I graduate she'll let me dye my hair Fire Engine Red and Jet Black, and get an industrial piercing. I think I have brief cases of insomnia and social anxiety disorder. My mom never got to get me an appointment for that. Oh, well. I guess I was called the emo back in school, since I was the only one who liked any of that awesome bloody, gorey weird stuff. I think that's all. Well, for now. Back to reality for both me and you freaky stalker person who's reading about my life.
I sigh in annoyance since I don't see anyone that looks like Uncle Vikas and Otis. Well that is until I hear a familiar voice call me by my full name. "Samantha! Oh Raksha I've missed you so! How has my little demon been?" my Uncle Vikas smiled widely and happily. Raksha is what Vikas has called me since I was born. It means demon, I try to take it as a compliment. Once they reached me Vikas grabbed me into a bear hug. I could practically feel his muscles through my The Used band tee and Vampire Knight Hoodie. Grinning with my arms trapped at my side I said my I've missed you too's and he reluctantly put me down. Straightening out my clothes and putting on my most polite smile I put out my hand introducing myself to Otis.
"Hello, my name's Sam. You can call me Raksha if you like. I don't mind." I said err… politely. I felt a slight nudging at my mind, like someone was trying to get into it, but I just ignored it. Otis looked shocked. I guess it's from me accepting him so easily. I shrugged when Vikas said that we should get our luggage.
Otis' POV
I am incredibly shocked. For such a young girl to block me out of her mind is incredible. It felt as if she was used to dismissing such things. This is something I have to figure out for myself. I'll just have to keep a close eye on her. That will be easy since I'll live with her. The hard part is telling Vlad that I'm living with a girl the same age as him. Oh joy
Disclaimer: I do not own Vlad, Vikas, or Otis… sadly, but Auntie Heather does! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! So I hope you liked and if you didn't well too bad, we need longer stories on here. No offense one-shot-ers. Comment and junk.