1. Beginnings.
I suppose the best way to tell my story, like any other story, would be to start at the beginning. My name is Cordelia Carrington. Like every other eighteen year old I attend high school daily with the exceptions of weekends and most holidays. Im a senior. Also like the average teen, school is not a beloved routine of mine. I really don't have friends. Although I make A's and B's and my teachers like me, well adore would be better put. I'm not a conceited person in the least bit, I don't think I'm super-gorgeous or anything like that. But I think the guys are a little intimidated by my looks to ask me out. And I think the girls may be somewhat self-conscious in comparison to me. Whatever their reasoning,
I don't have friends outside of family. I have long wavy brown hair, not curly but a little wavy. I'm about 5'4" tall, I have a slim build, curvy in all of the right places. I'm not your 'average' teenager though in any way. I am a vampire, forever frozen at eighteen. My skin is pale white and to touch my skin it feels as if an artic rush has hit you. I suppose it would send a chill down someones' spine. Of course I don't have any human needs such as breathing or eating. Though no necessity for it, I can eat human food. Some of it doesn't taste too bad. Although I have no need to breathe I do suck in air to appear to be breathing, it just feels nice. I can stand in one place without moving for hours on end and never get tired. I move at the speed of lightning. If you're curious as to my family and how I came to be what I am, you are but seconds to finding out.
My Mother and Father are both vampires as well. See, My mother and father were bitten and the poision from the creature stunned them while the creature drained their blood and gave them his own. It was December 20th, 1956, my eighteenth birthday the day it had happened. After my Father and Mother were changed, they had came home blood thirsty and dad had bitten me, the poision dripped from his mouth causing it to slowly and painfully course through my veins paralyzing me. he then drained me and seeing what he had done to his own child he forever changed me into what I now eternally am. It felt as if my entire body had been thrown into a freezer. That was almost fifty-four years ago. So technically I am almost seventy-two years old. Confusing, I know. My mother, Elizabeth, is thirty-five years old, as she has been for the past fifty-four years. My father, Eric, is thirty-six and has been for just as long. We have moved around quite a bit so we wouldn't be at the risk of exposure. My parents don't really remember much about the night that they were attacked and bitten by the immortal who changed them. All I know is that they were leaving a restaraunt in our hometown of Boise, Idaho when it happened. We now live in Greenville, South Carolina. We moved here earlier in the year. Okay so to get all of the false myths of "Vampire Lore" out of the way. No, we do not sleep in coffins, actually we don't sleep at all. However some of the halfways do. Halfway's being the vampires that didn't completely change. The screw-ups if you will. Okay so the sunlight doesn't burn us to a crisp, it actually has no effect on our skin. We do not cry tears of blood, I haven't shed any tears since the right after I changed. It is very rare for one of our kind to be able to cry but with our emotions being stronger than a humans if sorrow hits you full force it could happen. You can kill one of us by a wooden stake, not necessarily having to be "through the heart" as myth implies, it can be anywhere in the upper abdomen region. Oh and also burning us will surely do it.
All of my Mother's family all died before I was born, the same with my Father's family. I do have a "cousin" Christopher. He is a rogue vamp we met him about forty years ago. He was changed a century ago in 1910 and is frozen in time also at nineteen. Christopher has a pale complextion that used to be somewhat olive. He has dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. To say he has a great body is an understatement. My parents see him as the perfect man for me if you would. But i don't. He just gets under my skin. My parents and I diet on bags of blood my father buys from a supplier in Georgia. Even if they didn't, I still could not take a human life. My eye color is very, very dark. Dark as almost midnight with a hint of violet like the very early morning sky. When I am thirsty my eyes tend to get black as ebony, all violet traces gone. It's quite a good thing that humans like to wear odd color contacts so noone notices my eyes with any assumption that they would be anything else. Maybe they do subconsciously or unconsciously sense that I am different. Well, one thing that I have in common with teenage humans is, like them I'm so glad today is Friday. I stopped staring out of my bedroom window just in time for school. I got ready within three seconds at the most.
I brushed my hair and I put on a white t-shirt with my leather jacket over it. I threw on a pair of purposely faded jeans that complimented my curves and my pair of black low-top converses'. I walked a human pace to my car, just in case someone road by my house. My car is a red 2009 Mustang GT with black interior. I then drove to school. I'm not sure what it was I noticed when I pulled into the school parking lot but something was different today. As I got out of my car the feeling only got stronger. Like an ocean current pulling me out to sea, I felt as if something was gravitating me into the school. Thats when I ran into Him.
2. The Meeting.
"Ouch," I cried, when we bumped into each other, my books falling on my toes. I couldn't grab them because surely someone would notice my all but too fast movement of my hands clasping down on my dropped books. "I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz," he said. I laughed and told him, "No its okay no harm done, my toes are all intact." He smiled, the most beautiful smile i have ever seen. He was about 4 inches taller than me, he was lean but muscular, enough muscles to where he was sexy, not like freak-ish, steroid induced muscles. He had ear-length brown hair. He wore a black short-sleeve shirt, denim blue jeans with black 'VANS'. He seemed to be into the whole "rocker threads," like me. As we both went to pick up both of our books I noticed a sketch pad with a downright awesome drawing of a wolf. "Wow, Did you draw that? its really good." I smiled. "Yeah, Thanks, its a past time of mine. You can have it if ya want, after all I did injure you."
He then grinned playfully after the "injured" part. "Really?, You sure...?" I replied. " O'Course, anything for a beautiful girl like yourself, Miss..?" he said bashfully. If I'd have had a heartbeat it would've been beating like a freight train at that very second, I could tell he meant it about thinking I was "beautiful" because his heart was racing, he smelt tremendous. "My name is Cordelia, Cordelia Carrington,You're really sweet." I replied while twirling my hair around my finger, it was a habit to mock human movements, to seem normal. A part of me was screaming to myself what are you thinking? He is a HuMaN! But Looking at him overrode the screaming part. "My name is Kaleb, Kaleb Walker, Maybe we have some classes together? I can only hope," Once again he smiled such a beautiful smile. He pulled out his schedule and sure enough we had every class together with the exception of Ms. Smith's Chemistry and Mr. Williamston's Geometry. He grinned cunningly at our shared classes. He went to get my books to carry for me, like the perfect gentleman. When he got my books he accidently brushed my fingers, his skin was oddly cooler than most humans but he wasn't a vampire, that much I could tell. How odd. he seemed to notice my skins temperature, but we both shrugged the realization of it off. As he walked to our 1st class with me, I asked him where he moved from and such things as that. He told me he had just transferred from North Carolina. He lived with his father, older brother, and two cousins. That his mom had left his father when he was younger. I noticed his eyes were very dark, midnight pools of silver. I cannot possibly begin to tell you how mysterious and intriguing his eyes were.