I haven't written a fan fic in ages. And this was just something that I had to write for A-Level. But I decided to carry on writing it as I have some good ideas. But for A-Level I can only have 2000 words…which sucks. I really hope you like it and let me know if theirs anything wrong with it? Spelling mistakes? Etc. or if you guys have any good ideas that will fit in with my story then I would love to hear them, and I may just put them in =)
~Sammii
Vampire.
I rolled the word around in my head for a while. They can't be real, can they?
Well this coming from someone with the label 'freak'? I thought as I looked down at my appearance.
My name was Ravenna Maria Asheard, Raven for short. And I was what most people liked to call a 'Goth'. How stereotypical? And what's the chavvy jerks walking past me going 'Caw Caw'? I just wanted to scream "That's a crow! DUMBASS!" But I didn't…shame. I'm sick of everyone's judgemental crap! I'm just me, even if 'me' does consist of huge black biker boots, covered in skulls and metal. Black fishnet tights with spider webs built into the design. The shortest leather mini skirt known to man...ever! (Takes me back to this one time I bent over to grab something and this pervy old man turned round and said "You can see what she had for breakfast." I mean what the hell?), and a corset that was so tight I swear my cleavage would pop out any minute.
Anyway where was I before I rudely interrupted myself? (1)
Vampire!
My best friend of 3 years, Mina Redfern, had been telling stories about the new kid Blake Hayes, again!
Sure he was really mysterious and so totally handsome, (Oh please, do I look like the type of girl who goes around saying "He's well fit!" The answer to that is NO!) But I doubt he's gonna swoop out of the shadows on some dark night and say "I vant to suck your blut!"
Highly doubtful!
Anyway I've interrupted myself…again…my mind gets easily distracted. Do I seem disturbed to you? DO NOT ANSWER THAT!
Now, where was I? Ah…the new kid…
Phwoaaaar!
If he was a vamp I know where I'd like him to bite me!
But he's not…sadly
Just thinking about how fit- I mean how handsome he is gives me the shivers. He's tall, about 6'7, has long shoulder length black hair, dark piercing eyes as though they look straight into your soul. He's always wearing tight leather trousers, (lets try not to let our minds wonder shall we?) and a tight black shirt with the first few top buttons always open, exposing his muscular chest (again with the wondering? Jeesh!). And my god that trench coat he always wears is to die for…literally! And he has boots just like mine! I bet there more expensive though. He also has an addictive smell…violets! He smells just like violets! Yummy.
He moved here about a month ago, and already the rumour mill is turning (mainly Mina's fault!) can't she just keep her mouth shut? Doubt it!
But what she didn't know was that I had a date with him…in 10 minutes! Hence the reason I'm sat in my room 'gothing' myself up as I like to call it. This basically meant applying my make-up, but not so much so I'd look like a freakin' racoon.
You know what I mean by that right?
Them people, what do they call themselves again?
Emo's! That's it!
They definitely look like racoons with the way they apply their make-up.
Emotional retards…no offense. (2)
Now that I've finished making myself look presentable enough to show my face, I'll go grab a bowl of Count Chocula(3) before I have to leave. Mmm Count Chocula…
Good? Bad? Let me know would you?
(1)Does anyone ever talk to themselves in their head? And then interrupt themselves as well? I do, although I suppose it doesn't help as I have M.P.D/D.I.D
(2)No offense intended to Emo's, I have very good Emo friends that have given me ideas for this story. I do actually like Emo's. So please don't take offense to what I have written =)
(3)Mmm Count Chocula is my favourite cereal; I just had to put it in here.
~Sammii
