Hey guys, sorry for not updating for like, THE longest time ever, but I was in England and my grandpa is back in the hospital and then i went to the doctors when i came back and im getting an X RAY next tuesday cause I have a disease apparantly. not to worry, nothing tooo serious, nothing surgery cant fix... i think... *shrug* im not scared of dying. :)
Okay, so this is a vampire story (Possible a werewolf story aswell) , and yes i can already hear some *groans* of pain, and some *cheers* of happiness, but I just decided to do a vampire story where Mitchie is the vamp, cause i gotta say, she's the vamp type yknow? it works better on her. plus since my first vamp story, ive gotten quite a bit better at writing.
ummm, these arent ANYWHERE near cullen (*cough gay cough*) vamps. these are Vampire Diaries vamps. They can eat, sleep, smoke (doesnt affect them in anyway), drink, do drugs ( again, doesnt affect them, they can just take it), you name it, they just need blood to survive and can run like lightening speed and are as strong as well The Vamp Diaries vamps. this is kinda like Vamp Diaries, but not, like the land is cursed and Mitchie has a devious sister, but I need that to make the plot.
OKAY SO I KNOW THERE IS A STORY OUT LIKE VAMPIRE DIARIES, AND IT'S CALLED "Your Not A Monster" AND NO JOKE, I LOVE IT, BUT OUR STORIES MIGHT BE SIMILAR BUT IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS ONE FOR A FEW WEEKS. BUT HEY CHECK IT OUT, ITS GREAT AND A LITTLE DIFFRENT FROM VAMPIRE DIARIES, BUT ITS WORTH READING. GO CHECK IT OUT!
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Normal POV
"Another murder?" The shocked woman gasped as she glanced at the already grungy poster that swung from the wall of the local news board. Other posters drenched with rain and dirt flayed on the board, ranging from Lost Cats to Found Keys, had been forgotten in this particular moment. Her hand to her heart was showing the pain and affection in her actions. It was a small town, everybody knew everybody, and everyone knew this unlucky teen.
"It's the Jenning's girl. Straight A's, Captain of the Cheer Team for the local footballers, always involved in making the community better. Going green, or something like that. The sick bastard took the best of us all. First it was Yasmine, then Serena, then Kristy, and now Leighton." The appalled woman's husband informed her as he stepped up beside her on the kerb. She rolled her crucifix between her wrinkled thumbs, saying a silent prayer, begging for some justice against this monster that was now prowling the streets of their normally peaceful cul de sac.
"Only fifteen Greg. She was so young. She never deserved that. Not her. She only lived down the road. And the police have no leads. What about us? Are we safe walking the streets of this town?" She questioned the man beside her. Obviously her easily paranoid brain was over working, steam nearly puffing out her nostrils.
"Oh Morine, we're fine. Don't be so dramatic. He'll be caught in the next few days. Newcomers always stand out hunny. Now c'mon, I can feel the nightly chill creeping up apon us. Best be home soon, hmm?" He babbled mindlessly as he put his cane in front of him and continued on without her. Morine pulled her thin sweater over her chilled arms and gave a last sorrowful glance at the imformative poster.
When Morine had turned around, she nearly had a heart attack at what had scared her so fervishly. A young girl stood, still as a statue, with dark eyes, staring at the ancient board. Brooding eyebrows suggested stress in the girls mind and the tight muscles etched into her marble faced was showing her obvious agitation. Her hands were even balled in tight fists.
"Another killing?" She asked, her face not straying from the picture of the smiling girl.
"Indeed. Terrible isn't it?" Morine asked, only somewhat apprehensive to answer the mysterious teenager.
"Horrendous." The girl replied, half heartedly, which didn't pass Morine's wise ears.
Morine's mind was racing as the girl stepped closer to the board, side by side to the ederly lady.
"Are you new around here?" Morine asked the girl, thinking about her now absent husbands words.
"No." The dark haired girl replied shortly.
"We haven't seen you around here. Everybody knows-"
"I'm not new." She growled out as she grabbed the paper from the board, leaving the stapled corners to the now slighty bare wall, angry at the over-questioning old timer and stiffly trudged away, paper scrunched in her tight fist.
"How perculiar." Morine whispered as she persued the nightly walk, the dark had set in, and the moon was now the only light she had. 'Why do I even have a husband?' She questioned as she took each step, alone, with purpose, her mind playing on the scary girl she had encountered earlier.
...xXx...
The wind pushed the yellow and orange fall leaves across the old paved road, it was just another cold, wet fall day here in this small, obsolete town. The town didn't even had a news channel, they just stole waves from the closest bigger city. The townspeople relied on each other to know what was happening, like an immature gossip chain that ate through the streets.
The young teens walked to their first day of school, books and bags were un-needed today for lack of work. It was rare to see a car drive around, since the town was so small, it was only a short commute anywhere in the town. But, there was cars, for people who worked in the construction fields, and others who partake in long trips. Even the police station had only two cars, and one was even getting work done in the shop.
But a new face walked today, one clueless to new school traditions, so here she brought a black leather satchel on her right hip, filled with some of her own personal belongings, and notebook with a pen clipped to its top. This was the first time she had been to school for a century, normally avoiding all work at all costs, but it had been long enough, she had to be social some time or another.
Dirty, dark, straight leg, jeans hung around her hips with used black sneakers that even had holes in the bottom. Her brown v-neck was clean, as usual, but over that she wore a black and grey over sized plaid shirt that had looked like it had been through a few fights in its day. Holes scattered the fabric, but she held onto it with dear life. She was used to these clothes, the ones that looked old and tattered. It wasn't like she had much else with the lack of money she had. When you don't have a lot, you tend to use it till you can't no more. But these clothes, she hadn't paid for, well the jeans she did, but the enourmous shoes, slightly baggy jeans and overshirt were taken from a drunken man whom had been abandoned in an alleyway somewhere in the streets of New York many a lifetimes ago.
More teens joined the streets and Mitchie just walked on, pulling a pack of smokes out mindlessly. She slammed the zippo lighter back and let the flame light up the stick. To, what normally would be deadly to a human, was just a simple enjoyment to people like her. She puffed out the smoke and pushed the lighter away. People looked at her like she was crazy. Teens smoking isn't something they had really seen in this town, but in some of the places Mitchie had gone, it was weird not to smoke. She let the smoke sit in her lungs. The smoke wasn't affecting her. It was like a toy to play with really, give out that certain 'human' vibe. She wasn't addicted, and there was no head rush. It was just there, like kissing someone you don't like. No feeling, just a physical embrace.
...xXx...
Luckily, for Mitchie, the doors hadn't been opened yet, so as she arrived teachers were welcoming students in. With a quick 'oh do please come in, its cold out there', she had her foot in the door and was searching the building with her eyes.
Mitchie had sat in her newly explored high school assembly, surrounded by about less than five hundred other teens, greeting old friends, their heart pumping with excitement. It was almost too much for Mitchie to handle, if she weren't so experienced. She to say it the least, she was fucking bored, yet she was content by herself. No friends, no nothing. The teachers were blabbering on about the attendance, courses, and droning mindless shit into their brains, when something he said caught her attention.
Mitchie's POV
"Let us pay respects to the girls who've lost their lives over the summer. Yasmine, Serena, Kristy, and Leighton were all treasures to this school, and we miss them dearly. Let us give a minute of silence in their name."
Everyone's face had saddened. Hearts had slowed to a minimum. Pain and torture wiped across their faces while I sat in the back, reading an old journal I had found today. It was mine, one hundred and fifty years ago when I had visited this spit of god forsaken land. This town had once been thriving. Girls in corsets with hair like beehives and men in suave suits meeting at the town hall for the weekly banquet. Oh, how I miss those days of frivolitry. Nothing really mattered those days. Nothing so materialistic that is. No phones, iPods, clothes. None of that pish posh.
A certain paragraph caugh my eye...
The winds were high today, enough to blow a man off his feet, but we trudged through and did our duties at the banquet. Hilda wore a scandolous dress today, and was the talk of the night. Silly cow. Making a spectacle of herself, in front of her husband! He's a good man I guess. Good enough to make him Mayor, but he's hides his secrets well. As do I, I assume, for no one has ran screaming from the building. Yet. The men look at me lustfully, and the women enviously, but I do not plead for jealously of others. I am searching tonight, about the land here. You see, it's cursed. A man down by the lake said so while I was out hunting, and it intrigued me. I was so close to all the answers I needed, but the Mayor was in his office mostly the whole night, foiling my devious plans. No matter. I have been invited in. Nothing can stop me now.
The gym was nearly in tears after a slide show of the girls who had been 'brutally' killed. They just ruined many days, by making them cry. Useless, fiends humans are. No real sensitivity in their bones. I hate humans. I am what I am, because of their foolishness, and that's never going to change.
...xXx...
Looking at the house now, from what it used to be like, was quite a letdown. It was built years and years ago by my family who had lived here, who are all split up now. The grass was unkept and litter covered the plains from teenagers knowing nobody lived there. The vines from the plants had grown around the house, and it literally looked like it was being swallowed by foliage. I'll fix it tonight.
...xXx...
Now, that's more like it.
I had dusted the whole room, taken the white sheets off the furniture and put it all back in it's place. It's been fifty years since i've stepped back into this very room. The wooden floors were still unmarked and pristine, the satin curtains still shining and the fireplace was a darling as ever. The memories, good and bad, overwhelemed me. The intricut swirls and twirls were now a priceless artifact for collectors of al types. I took the dustpan and brush I had found and started sweeping the many years of dirt and grime off the floors. You could see dust footprints it was that thick.
Ding dong...
My head twitched to the door. I hadn't been in this house for more than thirty minutes and someone was already here? Great, peachy, just what I fucking need.
I walked to the door, regretablly, and swung it open.
"Oh, hi!" A obese lady greeted me with a flowery hat on. Oh, she's 'cheery'. Awesome.
"Hello." I mumbled out, holding back the urge to roll my eyes and slam the door in her face.
"Hi, i'm Dorris, your neighbor!" She shouted and I cringed. For a small, fat lady she sure had a pair of lungs on her. Her sweaty hand was whipped out in front of me.
"Yeah. I'm Mitchie." I took it, immediatly noticing the puddle of moisture in my hand. Ew.
"Well, it's been ages since somebody lived in this house." Examing the house judgingly, she had placed her hands on her hips.
"Yes, my great, great grandfather had built it in the early 1900's. Now that all the kin in line for the house is gone, it was left for me." I rambled out. Is she going to leave any fucking time soon?
"Oh, well it's marvelous." She leaned on her tippy toes, gazing over my shoulder into the house rudely, eyes eating up my house. Anger coursed through me.
"I am very busy. I apologize, but I must be working on the house." I ground out through clenched teeth, my hand was tightening on the door.
"Oh, yes, well-" She started before I cut her off.
"Goodbye." I slam the door shut, hoping to catch her nose in it to no avail.
The people here drive me nuts.
Normal POV
The still evening crept over the town, the rainy clouds snuffing out any chance of the warm sun peeking through to greet the town. But a young girl kept her head up on this dismal day, despite the weather. Her dark, curly hair shadowed her eyes that stared at her frayed jeans while her sister walked, bright eyed beside her.
"See any cute new guys this year?" Her sister asked, curious to any new hottie that was unlucky enough to get caught in her spider web.
"Not one." She replied absently, more concerned in the darkness that was suddenly creeping up on them in a blink.
"Cheer up Alex. It's a new year. A new, fun, exciting year." Her sister playfully nudged her shoulder, hoping to stir some feeling into her. Nothing, she was like a vegetable. Just there.
"I know Miley, i'm trying. Things have been hard since mum and dad died." The innocent sister of the family replied after a while of comtemplating her reply.
"It's been two years Alex. Everybody is over it, except for you." Miley snapped as she rushed ahead of her, leaving Alex to drown in her own misery, when Miley was actually trying to hide her tears. Alex kept living in the past; not letting anything go. And most certainly, it gave her sister doubts. Miley knew sometime or another that her grandparents would soon pass, and they would be left, once again, alone. Miley also knew something Alex didn't know, which was her biggest kept lie. A history project ago, Miley had gone scooping through the old family boxes in the attic; the project being on her ancestry. Give Miley her due, she had to be quite sneaky about it, her grandparents banning them from the hideaway attic. But that had only made her more interested and curious about what secrets they hid from the younglings. And what a find she had discovered! Journals and diaries filled with their ancestors ancient ramblings on everything from their daily chores to the Mayor's dirtiest secrets.
She had to tell Alex sometime or another. Normally, Miley would have told Alex something so supernatural and so incredible, but something deeper inside her, her gut instinct, told her to keep it a prolonged secret.
"Alex c'mon." Miley said as she pulled her sister home hastily, dark had settled in fast and she knew the dangers of being out late.
...xXx...
Night had sunk in to the town and only distant howls from owls and the occasional wolf could be heard through the empty roads. The houses were light with a warm glow and doors had been securely locked as usual, but for one certain female, her night had just began. She stood outside her dismal mansion, burbon in one hand, garbage bag in the other, examining the house.
A challenge crossed her mind, and with a sneaky smile, she gulped down the rest of the warming liquid and threw the glass as hard as she could straight up into the sky before running to her house at supernatural speeds. She ripped the vines off, raked the leaves, picked up the garbage, mowed the lawn and swept the path.
She could hear a distant whistling sound as she was rushing to push the rest of the rubbish into the black bag. She tied the knot quickly and threw it to the corner with the rest of the bags before running and jumping to the floor, landing on the ground as a small drinking glass landed squarely in her hand.
She patted herself off, a cheeky smile on her face. Chuckling, she juggled the glass about in her skilled hands.
"You still got it Mitchie." She joked to herself as she strolled into the house and shut the gurt wooden doors behind her.
...xXx...
The school bell had rung, and for most kids that meant they were running around the halls, greeting friends, and trying to find their new class, but for Mitchie it meant that she was in the office, arguing with the secretary.
"We can't seem to find your previous school listings, and without them, we don't know what grade you should be accepted into." The grey haired lady snapped over her glasses with her beady black eyes. Mitchie eyed the woman.
"Check again. You will find what you need." Mitchie's pupils enlarged and shrunk as she told the woman. In a robotic stance, the lady typed her in, registering her to all her desired classes, and printed off a sheet of paper.
"Here is what you need. I hope you enjoy your year." Replied the lady in monotone.
Mitchie rushed out, really not wanting more attention than she needed with everyone already staring at her. The new kid once again was the fresh meat for the year, but this time the students would be disappointed to see this one, and the intimidation in her beastly eyes; the dark set of brown almost predatory.
Mitchie's eyes glanced over the paper.
1 - English
2 - No Block Entered
3 - Socials
4 - Auto Mechanics
5 - Math
6 - Science
7 - No Block Entered
8 - Foods
She was babbled by the words on the paper. She had gone to school before, but hundreds of years ago, and they never sorted the courses like this. A board posted by the office held the numbers '1 2 3 4' and it took her a few seconds to realize that the blocks were all matched to the timetable.
"I have totally got this." She told herself, reassuring her mind.
...xXx...
"Oh, it's nice of you to join us. What's your name?" The balding man asked Mitchie whom had just found her class.
"Mitchie Torres." She replied, completely uninterested in the day ahead.
"Go ahead, take a sit Mitchie." He waved her off and she rolled her eyes at his imputence. People like that were her pet peeve. They assumed you were just another kid with teenage problems and complaining about everything.
She passed a young girl with lengthy black hair who had a pencil in her mouth, iPod wire nearly sticking out, and a completely bored look on her face. Now, that was Mitchie's type of human; completely uninterested in something so useless when they knew they could be doing something so much more interesting. She liked the humans that didn't care. They came in handy.
She settled in behind her and took her iPod out, ready to drown out the class with a scroll of her finger and a click of a button.
...xXx...
"Mitchie?" The teacher shouted at the girl whose head was down on the desk, not a care in the world, to the untrained eye.
"Yessss." She practically hissed out.
"Were you listening?" He pressed as she kept blinking, attempting a futile wake up.
"No." She shrugged and put her head back down.
"Ugh. Teenagers." He spat out. Funny. Mitchie was hundreds out years older than him and she intended on showing him how much knowledge she truly has in the next few months. And boy, does she know alot.
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