Vampire Love: The Worst Kind of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury or Twilight. Disney owns the former. Stephenie Meyer owns the latter. I also am not making a profit by writing this.
A/N: Just like Twilight was written from Bella's POV, this will be written from Fran's POV.
Chapter 1-Bizarre Behavior
As per what was becoming more and more a tradition, I called Dominic to tell him good night. Well, that wasn't the only reason I called him. There was something that was weighing on my mind; a question that needed answered.
"Hey Dom," I greeted cheerfully.
"Hi Fran," he replied.
"So, did you finish reading Twilight yet?"
"Yeah, I finished just before you called me."
"That's it? I finished four hours ago!"
"Fran, this isn't a race."
"I know, but if it was, I would've won," I remarked proudly.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, but not complete silence. I thought I could make out Dominic muttering something under his breath.
"Did you say something?" I inquired.
"Nope, nothing," he answered a little too quickly for my tastes.
"So, did Twilight live up to its hype?"
"Well, even though I had my doubts, after all this is a story about vampires, I can see what all the fuss is about."
I took a quick glance at the alarm clock that was setting on the nightstand beside my bed and was alarmed to see that it was already 1:30 a.m.
"I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow…Edward," I stated.
"Good night…Bella," he responded.
A small smile appeared on my face as I hung the phone up. I turned off the lamp on the nightstand beside my bed, and rested my head on my pillow.
That night, I dreamt of Forks, Washington, vampires, Edward Cullen, and the world that was Twilight. I realized that Edward Cullen was nothing more than a fictional character, but that didn't stop me from wondering if I would ever find my Edward.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty house. Both of my parents already left for work. My mom and my dad both worked two full-time jobs, so I rarely ever saw them. On the rare occasions where they were home at the same time as me, they hardly ever paid any attention to me.
After wolfing down my breakfast, which consisted of Fruity Pebbles and a glass of orange juice, I began my trek to Jungle Karma Pizza on foot. I didn't have my own car. Both of my parents drove their respective vehicles to work. I didn't live too far away from Jungle Karma Pizza anyhow. Besides, I really didn't mind the walk at all. It was only a couple of blocks. Ocean Bluff wasn't that big of a town.
As I opened the door to the pizza parlor, I tripped over one of my shoelaces. Just as I was about to fall face first on the floor, a pair of strong arms caught me, breaking my fall. I looked up to see that Dominic was my rescuer.
However, there was something a bit different about him unless my eyes were deceiving me. Firstly, his skin was paler than I remembered it being. It was practically white as a sheet. Secondly, there were these bags underneath his eyes as though he hadn't slept at all last night. Thirdly, his eyes looked like they were black as coal.
Perhaps the most striking difference though was that he looked absolutely gorgeous. Dominic was an attractive guy, but I never really paid much attention to his looks before. I was much more attracted to how well I got along with him and how much we seemed to have in common. Today though, for some reason, he looked attractive enough to be a male model.
After Dom helped me to stand, he immediately left me standing there alone completely baffled by his bizarre behavior. I was sure that I heard him let out a growl of sorts before leaving too.
He moved with incredible grace and speed. The only indication that he was now in the kitchen part of the restaurant was the back door rocking back and forth. How he made it to the kitchen in such a short span of time was beyond me.
I stood there in a stupor staring at the spot he had been standing a few moments ago. This continued for a good minute or so.
As the work day progressed, I noticed that I was left alone dealing with the customers. Casey, Theo, Lily, and Dominic were in the kitchen. Well actually, I only knew that Dom was in the kitchen. Even that I was unsure of. As for RJ, well I hadn't seen him all day. That shouldn't surprise me though really. I hadn't seen Casey, Theo, or Lily all day either.
One time, I opened the door to one of the brick ovens to shout an order—provided there was someone in the kitchen in the first place—my eyes locked with Dom's, and suddenly, I forgot what it was I was going to say.
His gaze was so intense, so intimidating. Yet I couldn't look away from his eyes; I couldn't look away from him.
"Did you want something?" he snapped. Despite there being an edge to his voice, it was still the most euphonious sound I had ever heard in my life. It was really rather unfair.
I became all too aware of my tongue, as I tried desperately to string together words to make a coherent sentence.
"Umm…one large Thrilla Gorilla pizza?" I said as it came out as more of a question than anything else.
No sooner had I said that did he slam the brick oven door in my face. I was so confused. Had I done something to upset him? He seemed fine last night when I talked to him on the phone.
It was almost like I was on auto-pilot the rest of the day. I was going through the motions. However, my conscious thoughts were consumed by one thing, or rather one person. I couldn't for the life of me wrap my head around what had sparked this uncharacteristic behavior in Dominic.
I had discovered, upon going to the kitchen to get the prepared pizzas that Casey, Theo, and Lily were also in the kitchen with Dominic. For some reason though, they didn't speak to me. They wouldn't even look at me.
That is when I noticed that they looked different as well. Like Dominic, their skin was extremely pale. All three of them were extremely good looking, though not as good looking as Dominic in my opinion. They all had similar purplish bags under their eyes like I noticed Dom had.
As the day progressed, I couldn't help but notice that all four of them were avoiding me like the plague. This bothered me to no end. I wanted so badly to do nothing more but march up to them and demand some answers, some explanation for their mood shifts. However, I was hardly the confrontational type, so I just imagined me doing that. That didn't really make things better though.
I was so grateful when my shift was over. As soon as it was, I walked right out of Jungle Karma Pizza without saying a word to my co-workers. Why should I when they hardly said anything to me all day?
I walked the trek home in silence. My mind was racing though. The more I thought about how the four of them treated me today, the angrier I got. My blood started to boil. This was really saying something too. See, I used to look forward to coming to work everyday. My parents hardly ever paid any attention to me. I had no friends besides those at work. Today, I didn't even have that.
My thoughts then drifted to him. I couldn't forget how he stared so intensely at me. I shivered at the mere memory of it. His eyes were black too. Is that even humanly possible? What am I talking about? Of course he's human! What else could he be? A vampire?
I stopped in my tracks. Come to think of it, there were certain similarities to what happened in Twilight and what happened to me today. All four of them had pale skin and bags under their eyes just like the Cullens did in Twilight. Just like vampires have.
I shook my head, dismissing that thought. It was ridiculous. Often times, people look for similarities between stories they read and their life. That's all I was doing. There probably are no similarities between what happened in Twilight and my life. It was just a ludicrous theory!
As I resumed walking, I wondered if I would see Dominic tomorrow at work. A part of me was hoping that I would because a part of me was unexplainably drawn to him now more than ever. Another part of me, the sane part of me was hoping that I wouldn't see him tomorrow. If seeing him tomorrow meant him treating me how he treated me today, then thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll pass. Still though…
To Be Continued…
A/N: So I've actually had this idea for a little while now. I just now got around to fleshing it out. It's tricky though. I want it to be similar to Twilight because that's kind of the whole premise of the story. However, I don't want it to be so similar to Twilight that it lacks originality. I don't even know if this turned out great or not.
Okay, so this is probably a stupid question, but would anyone be interested in being my beta reader of sorts? Not so much for grammar and spelling, but more for the content. If characters are in character. If you think what happened could actually happen. If it's ready to be uploaded. If anything content-wise needs changed. There are some conditions. First of all, you need to already be a fan of my work. I don't really feel like subjecting someone to something they don't even enjoy reading in the first place. Secondly, you need to be honest. I'm all for receiving praise for my work. However, there's a time and a place for everything. I don't want someone who will just say "That was awesome!" every single time, because then how will I know what to improve, how to improve, or even that I need to improve in the first place? Thirdly, you need to be nice about your honesty. There's a difference between constructive criticism and criticism. If you say "This chapter sucked and you're a horrible writer!" then odds are that I won't even want to continue writing. I am a sensitive and emotional person, so I don't think I can handle that kind of feedback. I'm looking for someone who can provide a happy medium. Tells me how to improve, what to work on, but also commends me for what I did do well. I don't even know how many people read my profile, or for that matter, if anyone even does, so I guess I should also copy and paste this in my stories too to help spread the word. Oh, and one more thing. You need to be efficient when it comes to getting back to me if I do select you. I don't want to sit around and wait forever for you to give me feedback on my chapter. That being said, I do understand that everyone has a life outside of fan fiction, so I also am not expecting you to give me feedback as soon as I submit the chapter to you for betaing. Again, a happy medium is what I'm looking for. It's not so much a first come first serve thing. I maintain final discretion on who (I don't know how many this "who" refers to) will be my beta reader of sorts. So since one of my conditions is that you are already a fan of my work, in a way, whoever I do select will get a sneak peek of upcoming work before I actually submit it.