Disclaimer: This Fic contains EXTREAMLY original characters. It's a wee Fic based on something
Likeaplacebo and I are currently in the process of creating (and I'm really board). After our Fic is
completed, my little Fic that you're about to read will become slightly useless. But for now think of
my Fic as a little appetizer, a preview, a teaser, or better yet a clue into the brilliant Fic that is
spawning as your read. Also is contains references to 'Good Charlotte', that Fic ties in with this one
and the actual Fic in progress. And, also part of the BIG fic, Drew and Karl are together so it's
established in my little one here.So enjoy this little ficcy are remember reviews are welcome
(and in this case begged for, I'd really like feedback on this it's really important.) Thanks:)
Oh, one more thing, your remember in the ep 'The Portrait' Drew's real name in Edward? Well I used it breifly.

'I wrote this' A CandyAppleBlack Fic, (c) 2002 All Rights Reserved



VAMPIRE HIGH
Unholy, Dirty and Beautiful

Drew paced back and forth across the floor, repetitively like a wand of a metronome or windshield
wipers. As he paced he mumbled inaudible words under his breath. His actions weren't the cause of
worry, they were the cause of anxiety, nervousness, and anticipation. He continued to pace for a
good ten minutes.

"Are you still doing that Drew? You're gonna run a groove in the floor.", Marty spoke as he entered
the room, seeing Drew pace. In his hand was a paddle ball that he played with keeping the ball going in flawless motion.

Drew stopped his incessant pacing, he looked up at Marty, then at the toy in his hand.
Remembering the joy of having that particular toy when he was child. "You know Marty,", he
began, "Paddle Ball is allot more fun and allot more challenging when you don't cheat.", he finished
making note of Marty's obvious use of telekinesis to keep the ball going.

Marty grinned at Drew, "That's one way.". He stopped the ball and tossed the toy aside like and
empty soda can. "So D-Man, what's going on?" he asked showing more curiosity than concern.
"Like I said before, you're gonna ware a path through the floor. Give it a nice little ditch, a trench,
a..."

Drew cut him off. Usually he could take Marty's rantings and general Marty-ness but not now. He
was too stressed out and on edge to deal. "Shut up Marty. I'm fine. I'm just...."

"Paranoid?", Marty blurted out with the 'you are, don't deny it' look on his face. "What's wrong with
you tonight? That stick is wedged up your ass a little higher and tighter than usual.", he snickered.

Drew rolled his eyes, but he figure he should tell Marty, they were all gonna find out anyway. He
sighed, "Actually, yes. My Maker's coming. I haven't seen him in...god I can't even remember."

Marty slumped in a near by chair, "So? It's just your Maker. We all have them. We all hate them. We all..."

"...didn't have sorted love affairs with them.", Drew muttered unconsciously.

Marty, who heard Drew's mumble, cocked an eyebrow. "You had a WHAT with your Maker?

Drew winced, Marty had heard what he had said and felt quite stupid for it. It was one of the many
things about his Maker that was causing him his, as Marty put it, paranoia.

Drew sighed, "I had an affair with my Maker." He stopped there seeing the perplexed and
somewhat weireded out expression on Marty's face.

Marty rose a hand. "Ok Drew. Now, what did you say the gender of your Maker was? Just to
clarify."

Drew rolled his eyes, "Male Marty, my Maker is a man.", Drew knew full well where this was going.

Marty took a step back, his face twisting with horror, "You we're having sex with a guy?!", his voice
reaching an almost effeminate level.

Drew gave his foot a stomp, the conversation had reached the high level of stupidity, "Yes, I had a
sexual relationship with a man. I'm Bi Marty, you knew that already!"

Marty was aware of the fact that Drew was 'bent', but didn't want to know about it. It was not
something that needed to be shared with him.

"Yeah, but I didn't know your Maker was your ex-boyfriend! God, has the whole world gone gay?
First you, then Karl, God forbid Az bends!", Marty shook his head, "So your Maker , he made you
then fondled you for a while? Is that it?"

Drew gave Marty a dirty look. This was really none of his business. And Drew decided that the less
people knew about his sorted past the better.

"Why the hell do you care all of a sudden? Weren't you just freaking out about the subject a
moment ago? What the hell's wrong with you? God, you've taken this phobia to a whole new idiotic
level.", Drew said, exasperated and a little fed up with Marty's idiocy.

Marty was about to open his mouth to give Drew a defensive response when he noticed Drew had
froze. Drew was looking straight ahead into a darkened corner. Marty turned his head to see what
was suddenly captivating Drew's attention.

They saw a large staff appeared from with in the shadow. It had a long sleek black base and a gold
orbe atop it. It was followed by a thin, pale, almost skeletal hand with darkened nails grasping it.
Completely submerging it's self or rather himself, a man stepped forward. The man was dressed
completely in black. He word large black boots on his feet, black dress pants, neatly pressed
without a trace of a crease, a black shirt, buttons fastened all the way up to the throat, accented by
a silken black tie that shone and slithered down his abdomen like a snake. The man was cloaked in
a long black coat that flooded around his feet and drug on the floor, while it hung around his body
like black angel wings. His black hair fell just below his neck, combed back, slightly shave at both
sides. His face was pale, like mist that lingers over a graveyard. His eyes, two different colors, the
right, a blue so bright it shone like a spring sky, and the left, a brown so dark, it looked like murky
rotting earth. And the lips, large pillowy lips, the color of black red roses, with the appearing
texture of soft exquisite velvet. Just longing to be touched.

The man walked up to Drew, one arm across his back. He stopped in front of him, reached out a
hand a placed it the side of Drew's face. He smiled warmly.

"Hello Edward," he said as he gently stroked Drew's cheek, "It's been far to long. I've missed you."


TBC (obviously)


Yes, well like I said this is just a little boredom piece I wrote based on the VERY large and extensive
Fic Likeapalcebo and I are in the process of creating. I hope you enjoyed it thus far and feedback is
always welcome:p