Okay people, you have to remember this...
1.) Yes, this is a vampire love tragety sorta thing...and it may have some this in it about the Twilight books, but it does not have our favorite characters Bella and Edward...or anyone like that!
2.) Be easy on me for #1. I'm hoping you'll like my stories and keep reading this one even though the only thing really connecting it to the Twilight Saga is the 'vampire' and 'love' part.
3.) Yeah, there are a few changes and modifications in here about vampires because #1. It's MY story and I own almost everyone in it & #2. I can do what ever I WANT! Muahahahahaha!!
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Chapter 1:
Meet Me
Everything moved around her. Colors and beams swirled about; she getting dizzy with laughter. And so much noise. The quick-step-beat and harmonic techno sounds made everyone mash into one. They moved in the same rhythm, every body pushing and tightening together. She laughed harder and screamed with joy. Her soul was being lifted and was beginning to morph with the music. It was as if she was being freed from the rest of the world and with her own kind. Her people…
The sounds around suddenly stopped and everything fell silent. The bodies all around halted and starred back at her. Everything that spun all over faded and stood still. An unexpected pulse bounced off from the floor, making the crowd stumble and trip. Then another pulse.
Then another…and another.
One by one, the people fell to the ground until she was the last one still standing. Each person was on their hands and knees, their eyes gazed on her. They all reminded her of lions; hungry lions. And she was like the gazelle. Her laughter washed out as her facial expression tightened with fear. Why were they turning against her? Her people she had been looking for all her life were betraying her!
The music picked up again. The people drew closer to her; each eye catching her every movement as she tried to back away. They were not like her now and never would they be. They must be monsters, and even though they were very similar to her, she was no monster… she couldn't be. Could she?
Angel shot up from her bed as beads of sweat trickled down her pale face. This is why she never slept. Whenever closing her eyes, she had a nightmare. Angel wiped her face with a blanket and sighed. Was there no stopping the dreams she had? She looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her. It was already 12 P.M. She couldn't believe she had been holding out for two days already. She had to save her supply until the next day. One drink couldn't hurt, Angel thought to herself. But she knew herself well enough; one drink was going to turn into two, then three, and maybe even four.
She had no self control even if she tried. That's what made her a failure. That's why they threw her out to fend for herself. But now they needed her and Angel didn't want any part of them. So now she is in hiding and can only come out during the day.
"Mr. Cohen, please pay attention for the last time or I will send you to the principle's office, again!" Eric turned his head from the window to his teacher. His classmates starred at him. Some of the girls giggled while the guys smirked. It's natural for a class to elbow at the kids who get in trouble, so why wouldn't this class be any different?
"Yeah," Eric leaned back in his seat, folded his arms in front of him and sneered at Ms. Langston, "but you know I wouldn't do that. I've heard the same story from you three times already. We get it! You don't have to repeat the same things over and over again, so stop talking your throat dry and teach us some shit we wanna learn." All jaws dropped. You never talk back to a teacher and you never swear to one. That's the difference between Eric and the rest of his juvenile peers; he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.
Ms. Langston's face bubbled into a hot fury. Eric shrugged and stood up from his seat.
"I Know, I know, 'To the principle's office Mr. Cohen!'" Eric mimicked from his math teachers past words towards him. Ms. Langston flung the door open and pointed out for him to leave the classroom. Eric gladly walked out as the teacher slammed the door behind him. He stood there for a moment until he could hear her give another useless lecture about respect and discipline. That would teach the immature for gawking at him.
Eric strolled down the bodiless hall. Everything was so silent. He loved it. Eric stopped here and there from a drinking fountain or at a poster of upcoming events that he would never in his lifetime go to, but it was something to pass the time, until he reached the front office. He opened the door and slugged in.
Eric sat down in a folding chair in the office outside the principle's room. He could hear the older man's monotone voice through the door. He was addressing a new student's class schedule, Eric supposed as he leaned back nonchalant like. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Eric started to hum a tune when the door suddenly opened.
Eric opened one eye t0 see a girl walk out. She was breathtaking. Eric was now wide awake and starred, or maybe it was more like he was mesmerized, at the school girl. She had wavy brunette hair and creamy pale-white skin. Her face was soft and her lips were a perfect pink. And her eyes, they were an unusual auburn that glittered just right in the sun. Over her slender, well-fit body was a blue and white floral sun dress and she wore a pair of blue flip-flops; toenails and fingernails painted a ravishing tone of pink. At first glance, you would swear that she was an Angel.
"I hope you get around fine for the rest of the day and year, Miss…ummm… what was it again?" the principle leaned in the door way. He seemed to be captivated by her beauty as well.
"It's White, Angel White, sir." the young woman smiled, her pearly teeth glistening. But Eric noticed something different in her smile; her canines seemed to be like…fangs? Eric rubbed his eyes to check if he was correct, but she had turned around already and was bounding off to her next class. Eric starred off at her as she swayed her hips.
"Mr. Cohen, I shouldn't be surprised." The principle lagged.
"Hey Formann; long time no see!" Eric hated being on Mr. Formann's bad side. If you got to know the man, he was actually likeable, but not so much as a teacher.
"Eric you were in here this morning for starting a fight," Mr. Formann was a prestigious man, "so what happened this time?" and he liked getting to the point. Eric sighed and explained his story. Mr. Formann nodded and 'ah huh'ed'. He had Eric sit down in front of his desk as he himself, sat behind the desk and seemed like he was looking for something.
"What I think, Eric is that you like to get attention from you classmates. I don't see anyone other than you most of the day," Mr. Formann gave him a sheet of paper and a pencil, "I want you to write an apology to Ms. Langston."
"You know that that old bitch doesn't need an apology! She should be the one giving me an apology!" Eric hollered. Why would he have to write something that she brought onto herself? Eric was just speaking out what he—NO, what everyone in that class thought. He wanted justice! He wanted liberty! He wanted a lawyer!
"Don't you give me any of that shit today Mr. Cohen! Just write the fucking apology and get the hell over your self!" Mr. Formann pulsed as he slammed his fist onto the desk. Eric slumped in his chair and began to write. After his first sentence he stopped and looked up at Mr. Formann. He was leaning in the black leather chair with arms folded.
"Yes Mr. Cohen?"
"I was just thinking…"
"For the right word to apologize?"
"No," there was a long pause from Eric. He looked around the room and put a satisfied grin on, "I was just thinking that you really need a new interior decorator."
"Get back to writing Cohen. No need for lack." Mr. Formann didn't seem at all touched by the insult. He was a strong man and kept to himself like that. He was the only man Eric would look up to, but the young boy would never admit that. Eric couldn't tell others that! Eric sighed once more in defeat and scribbled more onto the paper.
A few minutes after, Eric folded the paper and set it on the desk. "There, can I go now?" Eric was already standing and ready to leave. Formann nodded, pleased at his efforts, and shoed the teen out of his office. As soon as the door closed in his face, Eric ran to his last class of the day like a mad man.
Mr. Formann shook his head as he walked back to his chair. He took a glance around his quarters and agreed that he did need a woman's touch in the space. He would have his eldest daughter come in and check it all out later. That's when he noticed the apology paper on his desk. Formann grabbed the paper and couldn't help but laugh. Eric was his favorite student because of his wit and intellect. Formann set the paper down and looked out the window as he cupped his hand on his chin. On the paper it read in sloppy hand writing:
Dear Ms. Bitch-Ston,
I'm Sorry
Your generous student,
Eric
Angel's heart was pounding inside her chest; feeling like it was going to burst. Just sitting in the same room with all this many people; they looked more like dinner than classmates. Angel tapped her foot nervously as she watched the second hand tick away. Tick, tick, tick… it just wouldn't stop! Angel searched around the room, trying to find something to keep her occupied. And that damn teacher wouldn't stop talking! Everything was driving her crazy. She knew going to a Holy school would be a bad idea. It will all get better the more I come… I'll learn to control…control—when Angel calmed down the bell finally rang. An overwhelming sigh waved through out the class. So she wasn't the only one bored out of her brains over a lecture from the humdrum teacher.
Angel rose from her seat and tried to escape out the door before she was stopped by—
"Hey, you over there; Angel was it?" an extremely built man in a blue varsity jacket approached her without caution. He had a cocky grin playing across his face as he ran his finger through his well cut, blonde hair. His blue eyes checked her out swiftly and he nodded in approval. Angel rolled her eyes and slouched as she bit her lip. He was certainly an arrogant Holy one.
"Yeah it is, but I gotta go—"
"I'm Cody. A bunch of us are going to a movie tonight and I've decided to take you as my date. What time you wanna be picked up?" Angel clenched her jaw tightly and held her fists down. This Holy was more than arrogant but egotistical. When she quickly settled down, she looked him in the eye and smirked playfully.
"Well Cody, I've met a lot of men in my life," she placed her index finger on his bottom lip and giggled, "but you sure are a lot different then them all." Cody laughed and put his arm around Angel's shoulders.
"You're pretty interesting too." he looked back at his group of friends who gave him reassuring nodes and thumbs-ups. Angel smirked and looked down as she balled her hand tightly and threw it into the Holy's gut. Cody doubled over onto the ground, cussing and whimpering. The students that were still in the class broke out in a hysterical roar of hilarity. Angel placed her hands on her hips and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"I know I am." Angel grabbed her bag and strolled out of the room, a pack of others gawking at her.
There's Chapter 1 people! Well i already have chapter two up so...read that next now!