Nothing to do with Twilight. My own fic about another normal human girl who falls in love with a vampire. Although the vampire principles are basically the same.
Chapter One-First Encounter
It was late one afternoon that I met him.
Me and my best friends, Kimberly, Erin, Shannon and Lydia were all on holidays. We were all going somewhere for the Christmas holidays, and we would be apart, aside from me and Shannon, because we were sisters.
"Bye Kimi"! I called as we boarded the plane. Shannon and I were holding up everyone behind us. Kimberly waved through the airport window. "Excuse me, please take you seats", a flight attendant instructed. She shook her short blonde hair under the blue uniform hat as a man in his twenties pushed past us. "Sorry", Shannon mumbled to the attendant. But she was too busy staring after the man intently. I rolled my eyes and dragged my sister to our seats.
"What a prissy flight attendant", I chuckled as I plopped onto my seat by the window. Shannon nodded and slid in beside me. She grabbed a brown paper bag from in front of her and clutched in to her chest. She got plane sick quite easily, that's why I always sat at the window. She was only fourteen going on fifteen, after all. Normally she would get homesick, being away from our father, too, but considering he had gotten married a few days earlier she didn't think of it as home anymore.
Our new stepmother hated us almost as much as we hated her, so we were gladly going to stay with our aunt in New York for a while. I rested my head back on the seat while I waited for the plane to take off. We were only going for two weeks, giving our dad and new mother time for their honeymoon Hawaii. I closed my eyes, and I new the plane had taken off when Shannon gripped my arm. The motion of the plane slowly lulled me to sleep.
I don't know how much later it was, but Shannon started shaking me to wake me up. "Do you feel sick"? I mumbled. "No. We're here", she whispered. My eyes snapped open. I glanced around, realising the plane had in fact stopped. People were filing off, and the plane was almost empty by now. I noticed Shannon had all of her things packed up and in her backpack, whilst mine were spread out on my lap and some on the floor. "Oh"! I hurried to shove the things into my bag. Shannon was glancing at the line of people going out the door, and then back at me.
"Go, I'll catch up", I insisted. The torn look on her face faded. "Okay", she answered, swiftly pulling the bag straps over her shoulders. She started down the aisle, and I stopped suddenly. "See if you can find, uh…" I couldn't remember her name. "Auntie Terry"? Shannon supplied. I nodded. "Yeah, her". I finished putting my things away and slung only one strap over my shoulder. Shannon was off the plane by the time I stood up. I ran to the exit, not even looking where I was going. I caught a glimpse of blonde hair before I crashed into someone.
I fell backwards onto my butt, my bag crashing to the floor. I hadn't zipped it properly, and everything spilled out onto the floor. A lead pencil rolled away, out of reach. I expected the person who knocked me down to drop to their knees and start collecting my stuff up for me. I bet he probably would have, too, if I had have given him the chance. "Watch where you're going! Some of us don't have time to be sitting around on the floor", I snapped, standing up and brushing off my butt.
I glanced up angrily at the most beautiful face I had ever seen. A boy of maybe sixteen to eighteen with surfer blonde hair stood staring down at me, his mouth pulled up at one corner. "Maybe if you weren't running so fast you wouldn't be sitting around on the floor", he grinned. I gaped. "You have some nerve, you know", I hurriedly pushed my things back in my pack and flicked my dark hair, shoving past him with a little extra force than was needed.
I head an amused chuckle as I stormed off the plane. I pushed through the crowd and found Shannon and a short woman standing with our luggage. "What took so long"? Shannon demanded. I glared over my shoulder at the plane. "Some idiot boy ran into me on my way off and my stuff went everywhere", I huffed. I heard a restrained laughter. The boy was standing a few metres away from us, his back to me. There is no way he could have heard that, don't worry, I assured myself quickly. But by the time we got to our aunt's house, I had convinced myself otherwise.
There had been no one else with him, and everyone was ignoring him as far as I could tell. He must have heard me. Maybe he just had really good hearing. Or maybe you're being an idiot, a little voice in my head snapped. Why did it even matter? Because he laughed at you. He thought you were a moron, another little voice whispered. So? Your never going to see him again, the voices argued. I thought I was losing my mind. What kind of mentally sane human being debated with themselves over something so stupid!
Me, that's who, I thought irritably. But then again, I could hardly call myself mentally sane. I sat on the bed I would be sleeping in, trying to decide if I had finally lost it. Aunt Terry's apartment was so small; I probably would lose it by the end of our stay. Shannon and I had to share Aunt Terry's double bed, and she was going to sleep in the second bedroom in the single bed. It suited me just fine. I would rather share with my sister than that woman. I hated everyone on my father's side of the family. Ever since he married Trisha. After all, if he could be so cruel, he had to get it from somewhere. Or someone so to speak.
There was a knock at the door. "Hey, Jordan? Your dad told me that you guys were allowed to do what you wanted in the city, that you could go shopping and that whenever you wanted, and I'm being reasonable and setting you curfew to one in the morning. I know your dad lets you do what you please, but he's an idiot. I think even you could admit to that. So feel free to go out, and keep your mobile with you at all times please. Thankyou", Aunt Terry called. I groaned. One in the morning wasn't long enough. But I was intrigued by the fact Aunt Terry had called her own brother an idiot. It was almost funny, in a way. Was it possible that she hated him as much as Shannon and I?
I got up from the bed. Shannon was in the shower. "Shanny, I'm just going out to grab some lunch. Do you want something"? I called. I could only just grabs snippets of what she was saying over the running water. I think what she said sounded like, "No, I'm fine. See you when you get back". "Kay"! I called. I decided to change into something more suitable. I wasn't planning on coming back until later that night. I put on a short black miniskirt and red tank top with black knee-high leather platform boots. I also slipped on a black leather jacket.
I ran a brush through my silky hair, and got an idea. "Shanny, is there any coloured hair dye or something in there"? I ran up to the bathroom door. Fifteen seconds later, just as I was sure she hadn't heard me, the door opened a crack and her arm slipped through, holding a box. "Thankyou"! I called. The door closed, and I ran back to the bedroom again. There was a full-body mirror on the wall, and went and grabbed my colour wand from my backpack. I rummaged through the different colours. Blue, done it. Orange, done it. White, done it. Green, done it. Yellow, done it.
I picked out dark purple and dark red. I put a few random streaks through my jet black hair, and the end result was just as good as it always was. It had always looked better when my hair was longer. It was best when it was at least halfway down my back, but just above my butt worked too. That's where it was then. I shook my head around, sending black ripples through the silk. I grabbed my handbag and slung it over my shoulder, heading out of the apartment.
Not even calling goodbye to Terry as I left, I made my way to the bus stop. Just to play a little game. I would stop on the side of the street and wave my hand in the air. About three taxis would start heading my way, but one would always make it first. The man driving would always lean over to open the door for me. "Need a ride, miss"? This one in particular asked flirtatiously. I would shake my head, showing off my hair. "Oh, no sorry. I was just waving to my friend across the street", I flashed my prettiest smile, closed the door again and stalked off, shaking my hips just to show off.
Being pretty had its advantages. Sure, it was cruel, but no one was getting hurt. Maybe disappointed, but they weren't permanently damaged. I soon got tired of the game though. All of them were the same. I got to the bus stop and sat down on the seat. As all bus stop seats were, spray paint writing covered it. When the bus finally arrived, I had changed my mind. I got up and walked down the busy street, darting into shops to look. I finally went to a nearby McDonald's and grabbed a burger and fries. The guy who served me was a little overeager. I knew about a small nearby park, so I carried my bag of food to the direction I thought it was.
I realised I was lost soon enough. I called a taxi over again. This time there was no battle. Only one came, and it was in no hurry. I realised soon enough. It was a woman driving. I opened the door myself. "Do you know of any small parks around here"? I asked. The woman shrugged. "Sure. Does it matter which"? She sounded bored. "No. Any will do", I said quickly, jumping in. We drove through the streets, and the traffic thinned slightly. I realised we were getting further out of the main city. Finally we pulled over at a nice looking little park. "Thankyou. How much"? I payed the woman the amount and jumped out.
I was surprised at how quiet the park was. It was actually quite big, and there were was a fair amount of trees over the far side. There was also a big pond near the trees. I went and sat by the water, enjoying the scenery. I looked around, and noticed a pair kissing. The boy was slowly taking her towards the trees as he kissed her. I looked away, not wanting to be rude by staring. I opened up my little food bag, and the smell of the food overwhelmed me. "Mmm", I sighed, plucking a chip from the bag. I frowned when I noticed there was a drink and a sundae in there too. I emptied the bag, and I noticed one of the serviettes's had a message on it.
My shout. Call me if you want to hang out sometime. I groaned. There was a phone number underneath. No wonder the guy had seemed so keen. I tore up the thing and through it in the water where it quickly dissolved. I had to give him credit, it was original. Not so much the 'write on the serviette when she orders'. More the fact that no guy had done that when she ordered at McDonalds. Probably because most guys weren't that stupid. Maybe something a little more romantic, or sweeter. But McDonalds?
I rolled my eyes and lifted my burger to my mouth. I had just taken a bite when an ear piercing scream ripped through the calm, peaceful park. It came from through the trees, where the boy and girl had been before. It was definitely a female scream. I waited anxiously for the sound of laughter, as though the pair were just playing a game or something. But bad thoughts started forming in my mind, and I picked up my food and headed towards the trees. I stopped dead at the sight. The girl was limp in the boy's arms. He had his mouth pressed to her neck. I watched as the girl paled rapidly. The boy pulled his head back from her neck. Blood dripped from his lips.
He licked them and I dropped my gear. My handbag thunked as it hit the ground. My phone slipped onto the grass. The boy's head shot up and he stared at me. That face, I thought fearfully. The airport! The blonde boy who had crashed into me at the airport. It was him, I was sure. The same surfer blonde hair, strange burgundy eyes, pale skin and gorgeous face. I felt my mouth opening and closing. What had he been doing to her? I screamed when he stared at me and dropped the girl's body. It made a sickening crunch as it hit the ground. A sob escaped my lips. I turned and ran, not once looking back.
