Hi! So basically, this is my new fanfict. (Duh! :D) Anyway, this is what I thought it would be like if I were in "Twilight". Don't worry, your beloved characters Bella, Edward, Jacob, etc., will be in here, too! I just added some people! :D
Disclaimer: Not mine! Derrick, Kendra, Brittney, and Spencer are mine, though.
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"Kendra! Come on!" Brittney complained. "We're gonna' be late!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I muttered, jogging out the door and locking it behind me.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Ugh. She could get really annoying.
"Kendra." Spencer acknowledged from the backseat. I smiled back at him.
"Did you finish your economics paper?" Brittney asked after a moment, her earlier anxiety lost in the excitement of a new day. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Have I ever forgotten?" I asked sarcastically.
"No, but I still thought I'd ask."
"Whatever." I really wasn't in the mood for Brittney's conversation. That was why I preferred Spencer's company to hers. He was mellower, more quiet, and not some much of an instant headache.
I leaned back in my seat, relaxing myself by playing with my metal paper clip; I carried it every where I went. I flexed my invisible hold on it, twirling it sideways, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until it was just a blur. I sped it up, still, and about a second later, it disappeared all together.
"Amazing." Spencer murmured from the behind me. He had always been fascinated by my gift. He had been the one to suggest pushing it to the limit, which led to my discovery that sheer velocity alone, could make a small enough object vanish, like my paper clip.
I slowed it with my mind, twisting it so that it was visible again. I curved it past my head and behind me, although I was still aware of everywhere it went. Ever so cautiously; I had never tried this before; I moved it directly in front of my brother's face. He gasped, and I felt my hold slip. I focused primarily on holding the object in place; it stopped spinning altogether.
"Can I?" He asked. I knew what he meant.
"You can try." My voice was strained with the effort I was exerting. Even holding the measly paper clip in place was extremely difficult.
A shiver rocked through my spine as I felt his cold hand collide with the metal; I could feel it as if he were touching my very own skin. I bit down hard on my lip, closing my eyes and focusing only on that little piece of metal.
"Remarkable." He murmured, removing his hand. I yanked the paper clip back to the front, realizing that I was about to drop it. It fell silently into my lap. I heaved a sigh, exhausted.
"I wish I could do that." I heard Brittney mutter from the driver's seat. I looked up and met her gaze.
"It's not that cool." I said, trying to make her feel better. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden flash of red. I whipped forward and saw the oncoming semi before either of my siblings had a chance to blink.
"Buckle up now!" I screamed at them, still staring forward like a deer caught in the headlights. I knew what I had to do, although it was going to be tricky. Luckily, the truck driver hadn't seemed to notice us yet; he was too evolved in his donut.
I heard the faint clicks of they're belts lock in place reassuringly. "No matter what, no talking!" I shouted at them. I could've sworn I heard a knocking sound when Brittney shook her head.
Clearing all thought from my mind, I focused only on the metal lining the car. My vision blurred as I focused more intently. When I was positive every square inch was covered, I jerked my head upward. The car flew above the semi a split second before it would have collided with us. I felt myself slip and lowered us to the asphalt harshly. I snapped my concentrated center back to me and the weight of the car disappeared.
All of this happened within about five seconds.
"Oh my God." Brittney whispered; she started to dry sob.
"You know, we would've survived that." Spencer stated matter-of-factly.
"I am very fond of this car, you know. I'd rather not have it be totaled." I said, glaring back at him.
"Okay." He said, chuckling. My prior feeling of annoyance shifted from Brittney, to him.
"Drive, Britt." I said roughly. She looked up at me with sad eyes, but quickly turned them to the road. I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and resting for the rest of the short ride to our new school.
We had moved to Washington from Arizona about two years ago. We had all been a big happy family back in Phoenix, but all that had changed one night when we all decided to ride our bikes down to the opening ceremony for the new completed freeway. That was a happier time, when we could all enjoy ourselves like a happy human family. But late that night, the three of us noticed that everyone was leaving, and our mother still wasn't there to pick us up yet. The only other person around was a lone cop, sitting on his motorcycle, his headlights off.
My mother had always taught me to be an observant person, so I was consistently sweeping the area around us in tight 360's. Spencer was coolly leaning against a tall tree in the median, pretending to examine a pebble in his hand. I could see the built up tension on his facial expression. Brittney was more visibly panicking. She paced nervously back and forth before me. I was the only one who seemed to be keeping all of my emotions stifled, although Spencer was doing a really good job.
I had always been the leader, for some strange reason. Whenever a situation came up, I was the one who snapped into overprotective sister mode. I reached out for Brittney's hand, halting her nervous pacing, and eyed her fiercely. Something was up with the cop across the street; I remembered being able to faintly make out his eye movements, and they were stalking Britt's every move. She frowned under my gaze, her back to the officer. I raised one eyebrow and tapped her wrist once, telling her to act calm and go stand by Spencer. She nodded slightly, although I noted some of her panic leaking through the composed mask plastered across her face.
It was then that I made the snap decision to approach the officer, who I was beginning to doubt was really a real police official at all. I turned around to face Spencer and we made eye contact. I blinked quickly three times and crossed my arms across my chest, telling him to watch my back. I saw the understanding in her eyes and I turned on my heel and boldly crossed the street.
"Excuse me!" I yelled to the uniformed man, waving my arm above my head. "Hey, mister!"
"Yes?" He asked as soon as I made it across the street.
"Hi. Do you know when this event closed?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered.
A moment of silence passed. "Could you tell me?" I asked, impatient. I was beginning to feel nervous, and my stomach was twisting into a tight knot.
He lifted his vision slowly, peering out from under it at me. I felt my breath catch. He was gorgeous. His jaw was sharp, and his eyes were set back slightly. His ash blonde hair spiked out onto his forehead, accenting his flawless skin. Purplish circles underlined his eyes. But none of these things drew my attention more than his eyes themselves. They were a piercing red.
"No." He answered my earlier question. "Could you tell me why you're out here all alone?" At his words, I felt a sudden yearning to tell him, tell him everything.
"My mom is supposed to pick up my brother, sister and I, but she's late. We don't know where she is, and we would bike home, but my friend and her cousins took our bikes to go and get some of the free construction hats that they were passing out down the road. They haven't come back yet." I spilled everything, hiding nothing from this scarlet gazed angle.
"I see. So you and your siblings are all alone?" He confirmed. I nodded.
"Excellent." He nearly growled. Pulling his helmet off, he shook his hair out, giving it a windblown affect. I gasped at his glory once again, and I thought I heard Brittney do the same from across the street.
I felt my heart accelerate on its accord as he took a step forward. My body was pushing me to take a step back from his approach, but I couldn't will myself to move; I was frozen in place.
He took one more step towards me. Two. Three. Four. I felt my upper lip start to shake with fear. Five. Something in me clicked. I had to do something to let Spencer and Brittney know to move. I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. My arms were already placed at my side, so I inconspicuously moved them behind my back as I took that much needed step away from Mr. Fake-o Cop. I flicked my fingers slightly, signaling for my siblings to run for safety, to leave without me. I heard their soft, retreating footsteps from behind me almost instantly.
I was brought back to the man in front of me by his sudden movement. I was violently swept from my feet and into his stone cold arms. I gasped for breath.
"Hey! Get away from her!" I heard Spencer shout from somewhere far away.
"No! Spencer, run!" I screamed as my red eyed attacker swung his head down to my neck. I screamed again as his teeth broke through my thin skin. Fire started to burn through my neck a few seconds later. I cried out in agony, vaguely feeling myself being set softly on the ground.
"BRITTNEY! SPENCER! GET AWAY!" I screamed as loud as I could. I curled up into a ball on the hard asphalt, and tried to tune out the aching fire. I wasn't doing much good. My chin was burning now, and the tip of my lower ear. All along the bottom of my jaw was numb with pain. I desperately flailed on the ground, trying to stand. I was unsuccessful, but managed to open my eyes a crack.
Brittney was crumpled in a similar position as me not twenty feet away. Spencer was backed against the white and navy motorcycle.
"No…Please." I whispered hoarsely to the red eyed man. "Don't hurt him, please."
He turned his head to face me, and in a flash vanished from the curb, to my side. "I'm sorry. I really am. But I see the potential in you. This is for the best." He said softly, his voice kind. I was confused, but then the fire seemed to get stronger and I screamed simultaneously with Brittney. He grimaced at my outburst. "This will help." He said, laying his hand on my neck. The coldness seemed to dull the pain minutely, but the fire was still burning away at my insides. I felt like I was going to explode from all the pain.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Just please don't hurt him." I coughed out. I felt his other hand move to stroke my cheek.
"I have to, honey. It will be fine. You'll all be safe. The pain will be over soon." Honey? I didn't even know this man and he was talking to me like he had the right to call me by a pet name.
"Who are you?" I said. I knew the fire was going to reach my throat, soon, and then I wouldn't be able to talk at all. I needed to know this before that happened.
I felt his thumb gently caress my eyelid. "I'm Derrick Safford."
I screamed out suddenly, the fire encasing my throat. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled cry.
"I'm sorry." I heard Derrick murmur as I felt his hands leave my face. The fire rushed to the place where his cool skin had been resting, feeling similar to stepping out of the snow and into a hot shower, multiplied by a thousand and one.
I heard Spencer screamed out moments later. I began to cry, the hot tears feeling cool compared to the heat that flowed through my veins. In a matter of seconds, I felt icy hands dab away my tears.
"I'm so sorry, Kendra, but this is for the best. You have great potential, you'll see." Derrick's voice was a soft murmur as I sank into unconsciousness.
Three days later, I awoke with a start. I laid still, expecting the pain to come flooding back. Instead, I was greeted by a soft hand against my cheek.
"Is the pain gone?" I musical voice asked me.
"Yes." I said, my voice sounding all wrong. I was used to my deep voice that I had gotten from my mother. This was all wrong. My voice sounded like a high soprano speaking, twinkle bells accenting the musical note to it.
"Good." I registered the voice as Derrick, from the highway. I snapped up into a sitting position.
"Brittney! Spencer!" I asked, alarmed.
"In the next room over." Derrick comforted, taking my hand. I yanked it away, turning just in time to see his hurt expression.
"What did you do to me?" I asked suddenly, looking down at my hands. They were snow white, a surprisingly different contrast from my usual tan that I had come to know.
Without waiting for a response, I stood, taking in my surroundings. I jumped when I saw a woman across the room from me. Her long, blonde curly hair seemed to sparkle in the dim lighting, her pale features accentuated by the dark clothing she wore. He eyes were the same earth shattering scarlet as Derrick's. I realized that she was strikingly beautiful. I moved my head slightly, turning to Derrick, who was sit seated on the bed. I raised an eyebrow when the woman in the mirror moved, too. Almost as if on cue, her perfectly sculpted brow moved as well. I opened my mouth a little, and the woman reflected the action. I gasped as I realized that it was not a woman standing across the room from me; it was me. It was my reflection in the mirror.
I screamed out, and the glass shattered.
"Wow." Derrick said from beside me. "You have an absolutely amazing voice." He complemented. I ignored him, turning towards the cherry wood door. I ran forward to it, underestimating my speed. I collided with it, but instead of being pushed back, the wood broke into millions of little splinters around me.
Shocked, I found myself in a hallway. A door was propped open across the hall and I ran to it, finding a similar set up as my room, except Brittney was lying on the bed; although it wasn't Brittney. It was a Brittney impersonator. Her facial features were similar, but her hair and her body looked nothing like her. This Brittney was too short, maybe five foot five, five foot six. Only then did I take in the considerable change in my appearance and compare it to her. This was my sister, only drastically changed, like myself.
A pair of stone arms wrapped around my waist. "She'll be waking up soon. So will your brother." I lowered my head and began to cry. It was comforting to feel the tears trickle down my cheeks.
"Kendra!" Derrick shouted, spinning me to face him. "You're crying!"
I nodded sadly, bursting into another round of tears.
"That's impossible!" He whispered, wiping my tears away. "How are you doing that?"
"I have tear ducts. Tears flow to protect my eyes from dust and dirt, and they also flow when triggered by emotions, you idiot!" I shouted, sounding like an idiot myself with my stupid science triva. "Why shouldn't I be crying? I was kidnapped by a strange man, in the middle of the night on a dark freeway, and he did something to me and my family. Now, I'm trapped in a strange house with the same dude who kidnapped that won't keep his hands off me!" I screamed in his face. He dropped his arms like he'd been electrocuted.
"Kendra, I haven't told you everything yet, and I was planning on explaining it after your brother and sister woke up, but I suppose I have to explain myself now." He whispered guiltily. I folded my arms.
"I've watched you your whole life. I know who you are, what your favorite food is, who your friends are, and where you live. Ever since you and your brother were born, I've know you. I watched you grow up, waiting until the right moment. The freeway was the perfect time to act. No one was around, and you were reaching of age. You would mature and make a perfect specimen of my kind. I was never planning on changing your siblings, but they were witnesses, and I knew that it would be better for you if you had the opportunity to keep family in this life. So I changed Spencer and Brittney with you, for moral support, if you will. Consequently, changing you meant that I had to bite you. I'm a vampire, Kendra. And now, so are you." He stopped talking when I sunk to the floor, falling on my knees.
"V-vampire?" I choked out.
"Yes. Kendra, are you alright?" Derrick asked anxiously. Derrick the stalker. Derrick the hunter. Derrick the monster. Derrick the demon, no longer the glorious red eyed angel.
"You monster!" I shrieked at him, laying my head back in my hands and crying. I saw him flinch, but he leaned forward to engulf me in a hug.
"How can you do that? Vampires aren't supposed to be able to cry!" He asked.
"I don't know…" I sobbed.
"Shhh…shhh. It's okay. It's going to be alright. I'm here." He comforted. I leaned into his embrace, vaguely noting how my body fit into his like a puzzle piece. He stroked my hair and wiped my tears. I probably cried for a good ten minutes before I was shaken out of my fit by a small voice.
"Kendra?" I sat up immediately, pulling Derrick with me.
"I'm here." I said, walking to her side. She looked up at me and screamed, causing me to jump back in surprise.
"Who are you?" She screeched, crawling back over the sheets.
"Your sister." I said softly. "Only I've changed. I look different now. But so do you. Look in the mirror and you'll see what I mean." She looked at me warily and then climbed off the bed to stand in front of the mirror.
"It is you!" She cried, launching herself at me. I hugged her tightly, crying into her shoulder.
"Oh, Kendra! I was so scared, and it hurt, and I saw you, and then I couldn't talk because it hurt so badly, and I'm so sorry!" She rushed out, the words flowing faster than she could get them out.
"Shh. Its okay, I know. Shh, shh." I comforted her until she calmed down. I realized that she wasn't crying. She seemed to notice, too.
"Why am I not crying?" She demanded, pulling back from me. She squinted her eyes, trying to get the moisture flowing.
"You can't cry. None of us can. You're a vampire now." Derrick said. I was shocked at how blatant he was towards her, but I didn't have it in me to explain any further.
Brittney was quiet. "Where's Spencer?" She asked softly.
"Across the hall." Derrick answered. "He should be up by now. Come." He said, taking my hand. When I didn't pull away, Brittney's eyes widened. I shook my head at her slightly and let Derrick pull me along.
When we reached the hall, we literally ran into Spencer. He froze in shock, and then crouched down low, a growl erupting from his chest.
"Spencer! It's me, Kendra, your sister!" I said, stepping in front of Derrick; he pulled me back behind him, sinking down and matching my brother's position.
"Stop! Brittney's here, too, Spencer. Remember her?" I asked.
He slowly looked from my face to Britt's, recognition forming in his eyes. He stood.
"Sis?" He asked me.
"Yeah." I sighed in relief. Derrick straightened next to me, draping an arm across my shoulders. Why was he so intimate? Did he not care if he was making me uncomfortable? I guessed not. A soft voice in my head noted that I really didn't want him to pull away, that I liked the closeness of our bodies. I shook that thought away.
"No." Spencer said, shaking his head. "I know what this is. I know what I am. Oh God, I knew this!"
"Knew what, Spencer?" Brittney asked, confused.
"What we are! Oh my God! I don't want to be a vampire! This is all your fault!" He screamed at Derrick, launching himself at him.
"No!" I bellowed. I didn't know why, but I felt like I had to protect Derrick. I wouldn't, no; I couldn't let him be hurt.
I pushed Spencer back, stepping in front of Derrick. "Stop!" I screamed in Spencer's face. "He didn't do anything to you!" I realized it was a lie as soon as the words left my mouth. How had Spencer known so quickly what we were know? I would have to ask him later. His jaw tightened and he marched stiffly past me to Brittney, standing by her side.
Derrick screamed from beside me. I could tell he was trying to hold back his pain, but he couldn't. A silver crescent appeared on the crease of his elbow; he clutched it against his side, convulsing in pain.
"What did you do to him?" I shrieked at my brother.
"He bit me." Derrick whispered roughly. I hissed over my shoulder.
"What can I do?" I asked Derrick, my hands fluttering uselessly across his chest.
"Hold your hand on it, please. Your touch will help, I know."
I did as I was told, placing my palm on his wound. I felt a shock run through me, rocking me backwards. I screamed out in pain, feeling the fire once again. But then, it was gone. Derrick smiled up at me from the floor.
"You did it. I knew that you would be able to." He grinned even bigger.
"Did what?" I asked.
"Healed me. Took my pain. You are a miracle child, do you know that?" He sat up and placed his hand behind my head.
"Thank you, Kendra. You are an extreme necessity to me now." With that, he leaned forward and placed his cold, hard lips against mine. I froze, but then relaxed, and found myself, to my surprise, kissing him back.
Haha! I liked that. That was fun to write. Really, really fun to write. Please R&R! I really want to know what you think. I want you guys to want me to continue this, but if no one does, I won't. D:
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