Hey guys, this is my first Vampire Kisses fic, so tell me what you think! I love Jagger and Luna, and I wanted to do some expansion on their relationship as siblings, I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jagger (drat), Luna, or Vampire Kisses, but I own this plot.
"And the teacher writes on a blackboard, but it's sorta green and-" The girl in the pink night-gown cut off as she and her brother yawned in the sort of unison only twins have. They were both exhausted, one past her bed time and the other having been woken much too early by his sister's jabbing.
The two snowy-haired children were perched on their respective coffins, one of which was pale pink and the other pale blue, that they just couldn't wait to grow out of; Luna wanted to get a proper bed, and Jagger just wanted a coffin that wasn't such a babyish shade of blue.
This was their short time together, the few hours between day and night; dusk, twilight. It had become their tradition to spend this time together, playing, laughing, but most of all talking. They told each other every vaguely interesting detail of their day (the term used loosely in Jagger's case), each of them listening to the other with wide eyes and slightly open mouths, amazed by the worlds the listener was a stranger to.
Today, however, Luna was doing nearly all of the talking, her tiny limbs gesticulating wildly and her kitten-wide, sapphire eyes bright with relived excitement as she told her brother anything and everything about her first day of kindergarten.
Jagger had long since given up hiding his interest and was straining his own skinny body forward to catch every word, frequently brushing away the spiky scarlet tips of his otherwise sugar-white hair.
"And recess!" Luna exclaimed, "we all went outside, and I played hopscotch, it was so fun!" Jagger raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Sounds girly."
"Whatever, it was fun," Luna waved off the comment with brie annoyance, " 'Sides, the boys played football anyway," she lit up again, "you would love that Jagger! It's totally your kind of thing." So, as the first stars found their way across the darkening purple sky, Luna told her intent brother, in vivid detail, every playground game from foot-ball to jump-rope.
"Wow," murmured Jagger, slightly dazed by all the new playing possibilities and eager to try them out.
"But it was amazing," Luna gushed, "everyone was just like me- well, I was prettier" At this point Jagger couldn't refrain from rolling his mismatched eyes as Luna fluffed her creamy hair before continuing, "no one looked at me funny, or thought I was a freak, I was just normal!"
"You'll never be normal, Luna," Jagger teased dryly. Luna thumped him with a furry pink pillow and giggled at Jagger's expression.
"Are you challenging me?" Something in Jagger's strange eyes glittered. In response, Luna smiled that haughty smile she knew her brother hated, and before three seconds had elapsed, the dimly lit room became a flurry of ghostly pale limbs and thrashing pillows, shrieks and laughter coming from the wrestling children as they pummeled each other with cushions. Soon enough, Jagger had Luna pinned down with a particularly enormous pillow.
"Stupid vampire powers," Luna grumbled, glaring with mixed irritation and envy, "So not fair!"
"Is too fair," Jagger's smirk was infuriating, and he knew it. Luna just barely stopped herself from shooting off an 'is not' because if she did, god knows how long they'd be there shouting 'is not, is too, is not, is too.'
"Do over!" Luna commanded, "Just lemme up already!"
"Fine," Jagger grinned, and Luna knew that grin; Oh, here we go, she thought to herself just before Jagger continued, "but first you gotta say 'Jagger is the coolest, smartest person in the universe, I wish I was as awesome as him.'" Luna rolled her china-blue eyes but repeated, injecting as much sarcasm and boredom into her tinkling voice as possible.
"Happy?" She demanded acidly once she'd finished; Jagger considered her rhetorical question.
"One more time," he decided, "with feeling!" That crossed the line; Oh, I'll give you feeling, Luna thought to herself and, with a wicked grin, leaned over and chomped on Jagger's accessible wrist, hard.
"Yee-ow!" He cried, springing to his feet like a scalded cat, rubbing his injured wrist as Luna got up with exaggerated ease.
"Whatsa matter?" Luna taunted, making it a sing-song, "thought you were the only one with a bite?" Jagger opened his mouth for a come-back, but before he could speak and their fighting could escalate, their mother's voice floated through the stone halls of the Romanian castle.
"Jagger!" the mother of the twins called, "come down here, Alexander's here to see you!" The young boy scowled and made no attempt to moved; his loser 'friend' was getting on his last nerve.
"Tell him to buzz off!" Jagger cried down, remembering his mother's lecture 'He's a nice boy,' she'd said to an insolent Jagger, 'try to be friends.' Yeah, right! As far as Jagger was concerned, Alexander was a boring baby with the backbone of a chocolate éclair.
"Jagger," was his mother's only response, but there was a hard warning note in her voice; she thought Alexander was good influence. Whatever.
"Fine, fine!" Jagger cracked his knuckles, "gotta go play with the wimp," he grumbled in a lower voice. He glanced at his sister who had been utterly silent throughout the brief, shouted argument. Luna's small hands were covering her mouth, not quite hiding a wide, slightly goofy smile, and her snowy cheeks were flushed bright pink. Jagger's eyebrows rose, and he grinned like the Cheshire-Cat,
"You like the wimp!" He exclaimed in taunting amusement.
"Shut up, do not!" Luna's blush deepened to magenta, her voice too high and her words too fast.
"Hey, maybe he likes you too," Jagger was thoroughly enjoying this new method of embarrassing his twin, "Maybe I'll ask him! I'll say 'hey Alexander, do you love my freaky human sister?'"
"Don't!" Luna shrieked, not finding this nearly as funny as her brother.
"Fine, I won't," Jagger grinned mischievously before adding, "today." Luna glared, making it perfectly clear that if he were to act on his words, bad things would happen to him. When the fair-haired boy spoke again, the derision was gone completely from his tone; his voice softer. "I guess I gotta go," he murmured, a bit sullen, "seeya later Luna."
"Yeah, seeya," the girl said softly, and they looked at each other one more time wishing that once, just once, they could switch places. Then, Luna closed the rosy lid of her coffin, and Jagger scurried down the stone steps to the night below, both of them already impatient for the time they could meet again.