What if Edward was a "bad" vampire, and his clan included a few feeders - humans who were a part of the crew - and he went to a small town Iowa school, and could be in sunlight? What if he was the follower to another vampire? Let's find out!
John R. Mott was far from typical, but it was never 'bad' - no school shootings, no deadly car accidents, no rape cases - but a few druggies, a lot of pregnant girls, and a lot of racism. Nothing real weird, except that all 'cliques' intermingled. I mean the 'goth' kids had 'popular' best friends. Then 'The Move' happened. There was a huge group of people at our school, fast, and they were all highschoolers. They nearly doubled our size. They were all emo and punk, and they all had this sex appeal that none of us could help but notice. There was one though that caught my eye... this guy, the sort of there leader, who went by Manolito Timm. He was hansome, yet scary, sexy, yet intimidating, perfect, yet flawed. He was exactly what I knew vampires as, in most every way, but I didn't notice at all. I think it was that Edward guy that made me not notice.
This was a normal afternoon, for me at least. I was called out of study hall to slay vampires that broke the code. The code, in short, was to keep our existance a secret. Today was bad, a vampire tried to attack another using 'pire' our powers. I knew that this wasn't rare, but this time it happened in my town. This was not going to be easy to deal with, because there were all of those new people to watch out for, because no one can know what I really do! I was walking just past the YMCA - which technically is on the school grounds - when Manolito stopped me, looking sexier than usual.
"Young fighter," he said. I guess that is what I looked like. I had my gloves on, because fire arrows made of magical fire are really tough on your skin. I was also wearing my necklace with a fist on it, but that meant that after one more year of training, I could be a Karii - a Spirit Warrior.
"Yeah, bet I could beat you," I said teasingly. I put my fist in front of my face.
"Try, little girl," he said, and then instead of trying to hit me, he grabbed my fist and pulled me close.
"I thought we were fighting?" I asked, but then smiled.
"You thought I would hurt that pretty face?" he asked. I saw that Edward guy, and he reminded me of the Edward Cullen I first thought of when I read the books. He looked at Monolito with worried eyes, but then Monolito looked at me.
"You think I'm pretty?" I asked. I never thought he would notice me, I mean I did have magical royalty in my blood but I was in a human form.
"Of course, as any vampire would truly notice," he said. I let my arms drop, and he held my wrist. He kissed my throat.
"Vampires aren't real," I said, "but if they were, I would so let you bite me."
"If you were anything magical, it wouldn't make a difference to me," he said, kissed me once more, and then left. Then I remembered what I had to do, and did my job well.
"He's so sexy," Emily gushed after I told her about me and Manolito. Emily was my human familiar - the human I was given to keep me in balance with my human side (and she did a lot of my homework) - and my dearest friend. She was laying on my bed, eating my popcorn, and doing my homework.
"He would make a good familiar, to help me keep on my relationship game," I said jokingly. I always said those kind of jokes, but I love Emily too much to get rid of her. She looked hurt, for all of three seconds and then smiled. She grabbed my arm and tugged.
"Please leave him for me?" she asked. "Please, please, please, oh please?" She looked like we were fighting for the last drink of water in the desert. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted him too. I felt an attaction that I would NOT give up on.
"How about we let HIM pick, my dearest Emily," I said, knowing that I - the charmer of every guy near - would get the upper hand on this.
"Sure," she said and pouted. I crashed onto my fave chair and smiled. Then the doorbell went off.
"I'll get it," I said, and started to get up. Emily, being so loyal, followed. I could sense that it was someone I wanted to talk to, but who, I was unsure. I got to the door, flipped my hair, and opened the door.
"I was hoping this is where you lived."