Vampire Kisses fanfic
Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne
A/N: Goodness gracious it's been a while, hasn't it? Well, as promised, the sequel is finally here. I'm sorry for the incredibly long wait for some of you. D: Well, there isn't much to say. I won't keep you too long from the story. Enjoy and R&R! Welcome back to DWK! -Michele
~x~x~Chapter 01~x~x~
I sat staring at my reflection in my floor length mirror, sitting up against my bed. Before a couple of days ago, I had been just an average Goth girl with a massive blonde and black mane of Scene hair, pale skin, and apparently a really pretty face. My eyes were brown and were always coated in thickly-applied black eyeliner and coal black eye shadow (occasionally pastel pink, or red, or even some other color, depending on what I was wearing), and my lips glossed with blood red lipstick. My ears bore multiple piercings; way too many to count. I lost track after I had gotten my silver barbells in both of my cartilages.
I hadn't changed appearances. I mean, I still looked the same. However, I didn't feel the same. I felt no where near the same as I had a couple of days ago.
I sat still staring at my reflection in my floor length mirror, knowing that I should also be staring at not only me, but someone else's reflection as well.
Only he was special. His body didn't reflect back.
Because he, Jagger Maxwell, was a vampire.
Before a couple of days ago, I had been just an average Goth girl. But on a cool, dark night, in the middle of a cemetery, my Gothic prince had revealed his true nature, his true identity.
Now, I am no longer an average Goth girl.
I am a Goth girl with a vampire boyfriend.
Now, I had always had some suspicion about Jagger being a vampire. In fact, ever since I met him in the parking lot of the Coffin Club, I had been suspicious. After my father had left me in my new bedroom of darkness, I had spotted a vampire bat hanging outside my window on a tree branch with glowing eyes: one green, one blue.
The night I first met Jagger, I immediately found why his captivating eyes were so familiar, and knowing that the only creatures who could shape shift into a vampire bat, were none other than vampires, I instantly suspected him of being one. But this assumption was incredibly silly, knowing that vampires (unfortunately) did not exist and were merely mythical.
But during that night out in the graveyard, Jagger had revealed that he really was one of those mythical creatures. He was a vampire.
I will admit, I was utterly shocked and actually kind of afraid. Before, I'd had a dream—no, actually nightmare—that Jagger had revealed he was a vampire, by almost biting me on the neck. I had woken up before I was actually punctured. I can't tell you how much that was a relief. I couldn't ever look at Jagger the same way again. Sure, there were times where it would sort of drift away and I'd forget about it for maybe a split second or so, but it'd come back. After I had agreed to date Jagger, I wondered if he really was a vampire, would he really bite me? Would I want to be bitten, so I could stay with him for the rest of eternity? As a little girl, I'd always dreamt of being the bride of a handsome and magnificent vampire. But, I was a little girl and I was naïve.
However, Jagger became more open with me. I actually wasn't angry with him keeping this vampire thing a secret from me, because if I were in his shoes, I totally would have done the same thing. At first, I actually sort of wished he hadn't told me, only because I was now afraid of him. But—and this totally sounds sappy, I know—he told me he would only protect me and promised to never ever hurt me. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened in his coffin (which makes so much more sense now).
Jagger's arms wrapped around my waist and I felt his hair touch the nape of my neck. It sort of startled me, he being so close to my vulnerable spot. My body became very tense, and I knew Jagger noticed. Jagger noticed everything. I think it's a vampire thing.
"Emmy, you know I'd never—" Jagger started, but I cut him off.
"I know, Jagger," I said. "I know."
I sighed. I didn't want it to be hard to trust Jagger. I loved him, with all of my heart, vampire or not. But, that was it; Jagger was a vampire. How could you trust a vampire? They could turn their back on you for bloodlust at any moment. And I knew Jagger said he would never do that, but those were just words.
I mentally shook my head of those thoughts. I wanted to trust Jagger. I really, really did. I just didn't know how to trust a vampire.
"You're so quiet," Jagger mused, squeezing his arms tighter. My room was dark, the only light on was my Edward Scissorhands lamp. This was because Jagger couldn't be around too many lights, or it would blind him, just like your typical vampire.
"I wish I could look at you," I replied, indicating his reflection. Jagger chuckled and sighed.
"Well, you can, love. Just turn around."
I did. I totally did. How could I ever pass up a moment to see his gorgeous Goth face?
I twisted my body and sat down on my knees between his legs, which were folded up so that his knees were bent.
He was so gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. One of his elbows were now perched on his knee, his head resting on a folded fist with black fingernails. His other arm was still around my waist.
Jagger looked at me with those intoxicating mismatched eyes, one a luscious green and the other an ocean blue. His head was topped with shaggy white hair, the ends hanging in his face dyed blood red. A pewter skeleton hung from one of his ears. Today his amazingly sexy, pale body (I would know) was dressed in a black Alice Cooper shirt, black skinny jeans, and combat boots.
"There, is that better?" he asked, chuckling again. I liked his chuckle. No, I actually loved his chuckle—his laugh. It was so wonderful, uplifting, cool. It sounded like music to my ears, despite how played out that expression was.
"Yes," I said with a wide smile, which made Jagger smile even wider. One of the things I loved doing was making Jagger smile. It brought butterflies to my stomach. Happy butterflies fluttering around with happy faces cheering, "I made Jagger smile! I made Jagger smile!". Seeing that I had made my extraordinary handsome boyfriend (who I had just recently found out was a vampire) smile was probably the best feeling in the whole world.
Actually, I take that back. Because as soon as Jagger smile, he pulled me into this amazing kiss, and kissing Jagger was the best feeling in the whole world. Actually, kissing Jagger was the best feeling in the whole entire universe. Jagger's kisses were something from another world (it was probably because he was a vampire, or he's just a natural born kisser), because they made me feel all hot inside, and jumpy, and excited. His kisses were sometimes soft, and smooth, and tender, but other times they were fast, hot, passionate, and hard. Those kisses sent shockwaves through my body like electricity and they made me go out of control, which would result as to what had happened in his coffin. But lately I'd been able to control myself. I haven't taken my clothes off for him ever since. Yay Emily!
Right now, Jagger's kiss was soft and tender. It was slow, but I could feel it building up soon.
But suddenly, there was a knock, and—incredibly quick—Jagger gently pushed me off of him and made it look like we were just lounging, because my father was outside my door. I widened my eyes and Jagger shot me a look that said to act casual.
"Em? Jagger? Emily, I've told you to keep your door open when there's a boy in there," my dad said and opened the door. He saw us sitting down in the dark, appropriately apart from each other.
"Sorry Dad," I shrugged. "It's not like we were doing anything."
My dad made a face, which I stifled a laugh from.
"You better not be doing anything," he said sternly, still with his weird expression.
"Don't worry Mr. Payne, I'll make sure Emmy stays cool," Jagger said, being as such a suck-up as ever. He's usually like that towards my dad because he knows that my dad is very strict with me when it comes to boys. But when Jagger first met my dad, he made him a promise that he would never put me in any danger, never beat me, knock me up, et cetera. Of course, being the gullible guy he is, my dad bought it. Little did he know, me being anywhere near ten feet of Jagger put me in oodles of danger, considering he was a vampire.
Wow, my dad and I must look like total losers with our fake vampire fangs while Jagger has is own.
Anyway, my dad smiled at Jagger (I think he likes him more than me, not that my dad doesn't love me, because he does) and nodded. "I know I can trust you to keep her under control, Jagger," he said. I arched an eyebrow at my dad and rolled my eyes. Jeez. Jagger was so good at winning my dad over. I needed to learn from his master skills.
"Okay well, I'm going out for McDonald's. Want anything?" he asked us.
"Yeah, I'll have my usual sixteen Chicken McNuggets, Diet Coke, and fries," I said.
"I'm fine," Jagger replied. My dad looked at him for a bit.
"Are you sure, son? It's not a problem, really," Dad said.
Jagger grinned. "I'm good, Mr. Payne. Thanks."
Dad shrugged and looked back at me. "Okay Em. I'm buying the Cup o' Fries for everyone. What size Coke?"
"Large," I said with a shrug. Dad nodded and said he'd be back in about fifteen minutes, if the lines weren't long. Even though it was around nine o'clock, there were a lot of people in Downtown that went out for fast food really late (like us, for example).
"Do you have something to eat?" I asked after my dad had left the apartment, knowing that Jagger only ate raw meat (if not blood) and he couldn't ask my dad to order something from a fast food restaurant raw.
"Yeah," Jagger replied. He pulled out a string of vials from his pocket of his skinny jeans and held them up to me. In them were a glistening red liquid substance. I didn't need to look harder to see what that was.
"Oh," I said faintly, as Jagger put the vials of blood back into his pocket. Jagger looked at me and sighed.
"I'm sorry, babe. This is my nature. This is what I eat…or drink if you rather," he said with a half-smile. I nodded and scratched the back of my head.
"I know. I know. It's…fine. I respect that," I said, though I wasn't sure I one hundred percent respected the fact that my boyfriend drank human blood.
However, I couldn't really help that. He was a vampire.
Jagger would always be a vampire.
