Title: A Heart's Desire
Summary: Dullsville has a new resident, a teenage girl named Anica. It isn't long before she finds out about the secret lives of some of the old residents. As she starts what seems to be a new life at Dullsville's own high school, there are some secrets hiding beneath the exterior. A dark romance and even darker secrets start to flourish, and soon it becomes apparant that some secrets are never meant to be reveiled. JaggerXOc
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Kisses or any of it's characters. All oc's belong with me.
A/N: OMG, I am so sorry if anything or anyone seems OOCish or MarySue ish! Please don't hurt or flame me!
"Names fix things to their places. Whether they are right or not, no one knows. All I know is that I am not one or the other, but somewhere in between."
-Anica
Chapter 1 - Little Friend
Carefully and silently wandering the darkened streets, the girl quietly looked around. Her dark violet eyes took in the exterior of many of the identical appearing houses, a quaint and peaceful little neighborhood. "Motel or apartment complex somewhere?" she asked herself. "I really don't want to rent a room from a house."
Billboard straights locks of burgandy dyed hair cast a waterfall from underneath a haphazardly raised hood of a Birthday Massacre hoodie. Her upper lip carried a slight blue tint of lipstick, and her eyes were delicately lined with a simple eyeliner and mascara combination. A tattered purple and blue skirt hung against her hips, shredded threads hangings to her knees. Black stockings came to her knees, tied with blue bows; complete with black dress shoes.
A small canvas bag hung from her shoulder, gently beating against her hip as she walked along. The girl carefully hummed a favored song from her hoodie themed band. "Farewell this blackened eye, you've learned your lessons well."
Bright headlights lit up the street behind her, and she hurried out of the way. As the fashionable sports car sped on by, she could hear the whoops and hollers of partying teenagers. It had barely been half an hour after sunset, and the town seemed to have gained a little life. "Maybe she won't find me here," she silently hoped.
At last, she came along what she had been looking for. A small hotel complex lay a few blocks ahead. Quickening her pace to a trot, she hurried along to the building.
"Hello?" she called, entering the shiny building. No one answered. Walking up to the neatly organized desk, the burgandy haired girl contemplated tapping the shiny golden bell. 'Once more,' she thought.
"Hello?" she called again, a little louder this time.
"Yes?" a middle aged man asked, appearing from behind a door He had a balding head with thinly rimmed glasses framing his face. "Can I help you?" He seemed a tad annoyed at being her disturbing him from whatever the man had been doing.
"I need to rent a room for a while, sir," she spoke quietly, trying to keep eye contact.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to come back some other time."
"I only want to stay for a few months, sir," she quickly replied. The girl pulled a small white envelope from her bag. "I won't be a bother, and I do have money on me at the moment. I can start paying right away."
The man cocked a silvery eyebrow at her. "And where are your belongings? Surely you can't expect to move it right away."
"My belongings are all packed up with me, sir. I can sleep on the floor tonight, it doesn't bother me." She shuffled her feet a little, holding her hands behind her back. Her wide, curious eyes stared at him hesitantly before moving away. The man sighed and pulled a small gold key off the shelf, giving into the girl's request.
"I'll give you the studio apartment on the fourth floor. You can start paying rent tomorrow when your things get here."
"Thank you," she smiled kindly, taking the key from him. She started toward the stairs when he called after her.
"Miss, I'll need your name."
"Oh," she spoke, surprised. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Anica, Anica Quesh. Pleased to meet you." As though like a little lady, she gave a small curtsey and bounded up the stairs. Anica didn't let herself stop until she reached the fourth floor. Reading the small number on the key, her eyes quickly searched for the room.
"304, 304, looking for 304," she mumbled. Anica gave a contented sigh when she found the pale white door with faux gold numbers hanging slightly above a peephole. Inserting the gold key into the lock, she quietly opened the door to the studio apartment.
A faded white carpet decorated the floor with the exception of the kitchen area, and the grey walls lay bare with a few nail holes from removed pictures and probably posters. A granite countertop and single sink with a white and black stove and oven lay in the kitchen. A silver microwave, recently cleaned, sat in the middle of a set of cherry red oak cupboards lining under the sink.
All in all, a quaint little apartment. "Much like the rest of the town," she duly noted.
A fluttering noise caught her attention. The sound of wings beating against wood. Had a bird recently been trapped in one of the wooden compartments.
Listening carefully, she managed to decide on which cupboard the flapping noise was behind. Tightening her fingers around it's little gold nob slowly, she flung the door open, waiting for a bird to come flying out.
Instead, a shreiking and terrified black flew from the darkened area like a, well, bat out of hell.
Anica gave out a small squeel of fright as it bumped into her chest and reeled herself backwards. The frightened animal began to fly in circles close to the ceiling. "Easy, little critter, easy!" she ushered, trying to calm the winged creature.
Slowly, she watched as the small bat had descended to the floor and landed on the plush carpet. It stared at her intently, as though glaring. Maybe she had disturbed it's home?
"Sorry if I scared you, little one," she whispered, reaching out. "I won't hurt you."
Carefully and gently, she barely let her fingers graze the soft fur on the bat's wing. Watching and waiting for it's reaction, she was quite surprised when it did nothing. She pressed her fingers against the little wing, as though to scoop it up. Nothing.
"You're amazingly docile for a bat," she said, petting the little critter. "If I could, I'd keep you as a pet, but I can't." Anica carefully and gently folded the bat's wings together and scooped him in her hands. Carrying him to the window, she held on with one hand as she used the other to pry the window open.
A night breeze entered the one room apartment, and Anica gently tossed the critter into the air. Wings unfolded as the bat took off into the night. "Bye bye, little friend," she whispered, waving her fingers after it.
Anica closed the window and securely fastened it. Looking towards her canvas bag, she quietly pulled out a small fleece blanket. Using her bag as a pillow, she relaxed herself on the carpet.
'So nice,' she thought. The smell of carpet cleaner and febreeze wafted to her nostrils, but didn't bother her. All that mattered was a few months of peace. 'So nice.'
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