Tales of a Teenaged Vampire
Author's Notes: This story is going to be split from Bella's point of view and her daughter's point of view. I will note before each chapter who's point of view it will be in. Also, I really do appreciate reviews and constructive criticism, since it will help me be a better author! I haven't read New Moon yet so none of this really has any spoilers from the story. So if some of the details about the story are a bit rusty please tell me so I can edit the information. Anyways, thanks for taking the time to start reading my story. I really did enjoy writing this story. For your sake I will stop rambling on and just start the chapter! Haha, here it goes! -xoxo Roxie.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters, or Twilight... -sighs-
Chapter One.
Sugar and Venom
Mercedes's Point of View
My eyes were wide open as I laid on my back in my comfy bed. My vampire hearing was lovely at three in the morning. Just lovely. Down the hall I could hear my mother's giggles and purrs along with my father's soft -but not soft enough- roars. It was rather disturbing. No, more like petrifying. If I could I would just melt away into nothing and be absolutely glad I didn't have to listen to their disgusting ways of showing affection. Half the time I wonder weather they remember they have a eighteen year old daughter who would rather listen to opera than what they were doing behind their door.
Groaning loudly I tore my pillow from underneath my head and smashed it over my face. Squishing the ends over my ears. Much better. Sighing, I stopped breathing and tried to sleep. Even though I no longer have the pleasure of curling up in a ball and drifting into la-la-land. The last time I ever closed my eyes and fell asleep was when I was...seventeen years old. And it was a terrifying dream. I dreamt of Andy Brookfield. The guy that had flipped up my skirt in front of my father. Which was a big mistake. My dad has the temper of a lion. Do one thing wrong you're a dead man. My dad had broken his arm. The arm that was attached to the hand that decided to pull my knee high plaid skirt up over my head. Edward, that's my dad, had been so traumatized by what he'd done. He had to literally beg his parent's not to file charges against him. They didn't, reluctantly. The Brookfield's fled from Washington right when Andy got his cast off. They now live somewhere in Miami. I hope he gets kicked in the groin everyday for that day..
But since that day happened everyone in Forks has been extremely careful around me when my father or mother are around. Which I find amusing, they're looks of awe for my father are now looks of utter horror. They look at him like he has a third head and breasts the size of Texas. ...That would be the funniest thing in the world.
Your probably wondering who exactly I am. Am I right? Well I am Mercedes Rose Cullen. Yes I'm named after a flippin car. My mom was going to name me Alyssa, but my dad had insisted that I be named Mercedes. He won of course, since he threatened to keep my mother human if he didn't get to name me. Plus Alice, my beloved aunt, had predicted what I would be named right after he had said the name. Rose is my other aunt Rosalie's nickname. Which had made her my Godmother, and Emmett my Godfather. I love my Godparent's to death. As well as my grandparents.
My mom had been turned into a vampire when I had turned five. I remember cowering in the corner as she spat out venom and roared like a lion. My dad roaring back and trying to restrain her as she fought to come over to me. She could smell my blood, and sense my heartbeat. I was so terrified at the time. I hadn't known what I truly was until that night. I was part vampire up until my eighteenth birthday when my transformation had started. I remember being at my best friend Susannah's house. She had known what I was and was brave enough to keep me restrained as I spat out the putrid venom and howled with immense pain. It took me an hour to calm down from my first stage in the transformation. Suze had cried so hard as she hugged me, telling me how she thought she was going to hold her best friend back while she died. That's the thing with Suze she never thinks about what would happen to her. I mean for god's sake she's friend with a crazy vampire! But it doesn't irk her in the slightest.
When my transformation was completed I looked...well different. My once chubby body was now slender and curvy. Which I was extremely fond of. The auburn curls that plummeted down to the middle of my back were sleek and bouncier. The volume that my hair had now was amazing. They looked lighter and fit the frame of my oval shaped head. My almond shaped eyes were now a brilliant shade of gold. Turning a startling black when I was pissed, or hungry. My features were sharper, but still held my look. My cheeks were more profound and my lips were plumper, richer. The skin that covered my frame was pale, my mom always told me to tell people I was part albino or something along those lines. It worked well. I was still the same 5'4". Never will get any higher. I have my mom to blame for my shortness. ..And my clumsiness. It didn't seem to fade when either of us were changed into vampires. Which sucks ass.
It was rather disturbing knowing I was going to be the same age as my mother for the rest of my life. And older than my father by one year. Amusing, but still disturbing. I had two teenaged vampire parents who were absolutely loco.
Along with both sides of my parent's families. Renee, my mom's mother, knows about us being vampires and always carries around garlic just in cause she has to 'repel' us. I always wanted to make a snappy remark about how she could repel us even without the smelly garlic, but dad always heard my thoughts and growled a warning at me. Both of us have the 'gift' to read people's minds. I, unlike my dad, can read my mother's thoughts. Which are so extremely funny. She's always thinking about random things like cheese and hearing aids. Neither of them know I can read her mind. Which I'm thankful for because my mom would be embarrassed for the rest of her life and my father would be constantly asking me what she's thinking. Which let me tell you, would be absolutely horrible.
Charlie, who I always call my old dog is almost as protective of me and Edward is. He's known about the cold blooded, bloodsucking thing for a long time. It never seemed to bother him that much. He would always go to Carlisle and ask him questions about our little curse. But he is scared around us a little. Wondering constantly if we're going to just leap out and pounce on him. Or go up to him and say "I've come to suck your blood!". Which by the way I have done. Only once though because I actually made him faint and was banned from saying the words suck, your, and blood all in one sentence ever around Charlie.
My dad's side of the family are just like me, and my parents. Pure blooded vampires. Which makes me love them even more. I've always had special bonds with them. Esme and Carlisle are my 'grandparents' even though they don't look over thirty. They're calm and are always there for me if I have problems that are much more complicated than I think they are. Emmett and Rosalie are my godparents and I love them like I love my parents. Even if they are overly affectionate and competitive. Alice is like my sister. We're always gushing over girl things and going shopping, always dragging mom with us for the hell of it. Jasper is just a sweetheart and I can go to him every time to help settle my emotions.
At school I only have three real friends. All of whom I loved just as much as my family. Susannah's is a platinum blonde, skinny, straight A, smartass, punk girl. She is always blaring rock music and flashing the rock sign. She's hyper as hell and filled with sarcastic remarks. I swear she is like the queen of sarcasm. The girl's been my best friend since I was born basically. She lives right next door to the house we live in. (Which was Charlie's old house, but now he lives in an old folks home.) She was the first person outside my family to know about my 'cold little problem' as we refer to it in public as. Never once has she thought of it as the scariest thing she's ever heard, nor did she ever call me a bloodsucker or a freak. I love her to death and would -if I could- drop dead if she ever left my life.
My other friend is Mya. She's your average bitchy girl. But don't get me wrong she is a sweetheart. She puts on an act around people she doesn't know, which is why she has only me and Suze as friends. She's another person who knows about my cold little problem, and she just like Suze, has no problem with it. Mya never hangs around guys, she hates them. I'm not saying she's a lesbian -EW!- she just hates guys. Her mom was a rape victim and Mya herself has been raped before. Sad, but true. So if any guy so much as looks at her she's shooting nasty insults at him or kicking him in the balls with her steel-toed boots. I've seen her do it a thousand times and I pity the men that fall victim to her shoe..
The other friend that I hang out with is a guy. I will admit I have had crushes on him and even flirted with him a few times. But I've kept away from him, knowing about his history with other girls at our school. He's basically screwed half the female population at the high school, besides me Suze and Mya. And the teachers of course. His name is Paul Hewitt and he's the Captain of the football team. Let me say it's not the greatest team in the world, but a team none the less. Paul is a hunk to. All six foot two of him. From his long curly black hair that flips in front of his silky blue eyes down to his abs and his crooked smile. He was a real gentleman and a charming too. Which is probably why half the girls fall victim to his penis. Haha. Okaaayy.
I was shocked when I removed my pillow from my face and glanced over at my alarm clock. It was six am. Sighing I close my eyes for a moment before turning onto my side and using my hand to push myself up into a siting position. Rubbing my topaz eyes with the back of my eyes I yawn, though it wasn't needed, and stretched out my limbs. "Hurry up Mercie." I heard my mother's cheerful voice call from downstairs. She was in the kitchen, cooking something. Even though there was no need. "I know, I know." I mumbled under my breath as I stood from my bed making it whine and creak. I peeled off my clothes and put on something fresh. I had taken a shower the night before, like I did everyday. After slipping it a light blue long sleeved shirt that had a lace V-neck and some tight ripped up flared jeans, I slipped my vans on my feet that now had white socks on them. Then pulled my long hair into a pony tail. Frowning when wisps of my curls bounced down in front of my face. I blew up at them and they flew away from my eyes.
I picked up my backpack and made my way out of the bedroom and downstairs. Dad was watching my mom, Bella, with loving eyes as she moved about the kitchen. She had these random sprees where she made food and then stared at it and sighed. Then she'd scrape it off the plate and into the garbage.
"Mom, why do you do that? You know people could actually eat that." I said as I kissed Edward's cheek and hugged his shoulders. He smiled and said 'Good morning Mercie.' Then I moved over to my mother's busy body and hugged her when she stepped in front of me. I then kissed her cheek and got a huff from her.
"Well if I can't eat it no one can." She said with a frown. I giggled and moved out of her way.
"I'm going now!" I said from the door as I put on my thin knee length cloak like jacket. My mom used to call me Dracula when I wore it and pulled up the collar. I would roll my eyes and call her Humpty Dumpty.
"Good bye hun!" Both my parents called back to me as I shut the door behind me. Keys in my hand.
There in front of me was the most beautiful sight ever.. My black Mercedes siting in the driveway. Not a scratch, dent, or even a spot of dirt on it's shiny interior. I let myself into the driver's seat. Loving the feel of the cool leather under my cold fingers. I started the car listening to the purr of the engine. I had my father's speeding habit. So I was at the school within ten minutes. It usually took fifteen when I had to pick up Susannah or Mya.
When I got to school the buzz of everyone's thoughts hit me. I cursed and blocked their thoughts out of my mind with ease. Parking the car and making sure my baby was safe and sound I began to search for the familiar blonde and red head. They were chattering happily together in front of Mya's dirty truck. I grinned and raced up to them, at human speed of course. "Hello lovers!" I cried and draped my arms around both of their shoulders.
"Oh my god get off me you filthy candysucker." Suze joked. Her eyes glinting with laughter.
I snorted and shoved her out from under my embrace. "Screw you, I've still got Mya! Right Mya-Roo?"
She was seething at the name, and I laughed and hugged her tighter. "Bitch." She laughed and pushed me away from her.
I scoffed and looked at both of them with a mock hurt expression. They both burst out laughing and glomped me. Glomped is a word in our dictionary. It means to attack with violent hugs. Haha.
They pulled back quickly though and smirked, "Bye Mercedes..!" They said in unison, dragging on my name in a disturbing fashion. I frowned and watched them walk off giggling and smirking.
What were they up to?
I didn't have time to really think since my feet were suddenly taken from the ground and I was looking down at it from the air. I screamed. Who wouldn't? "PAUL!" I shrieked, kicking my legs furiously behind me and beating his chest -as lightly as possible- for him to let me down. He just grinned and kept on walking with me over his shoulder. "Where are you taking me Hewitt? I really don't think my parents would like you kidnaping me." I said in the calmest voice I could manage.
"I'm not kidnaping you. I'm saving you." He said smoothly.
I snorted a laugh and shook my head, my curls flinging back and forth in front of my face. "Saving me? From what?"
"School." He replied just as smoothly as before. Damn him. I hated how he was so calm and well...smooth.
"Hmph." Was all I could say back.
He grinned and swung me down from his shoulder with ease. Steadying me in front of him. His hands lingering a bit too long on my shoulders. I stared at him, wondering what this was all about. Then it hit me. Read his mind. How have I never thought of that! Bloody hell I must be going senile.
His mind was easy to read. It was like walking through fire. It singed my mind for a bit but then died down.
I wonder if she'll say yes. I hope she does. Maybe this candy Suze told me about really would work..
Just take out the candy show it to her and when she eats it ask her! That will work.
I stared at him even more curiously. "Paul-" I was cut off, he had shushed me with his hand and pulled out a little chocolate ball. Swirls of frosting and sprinkles danced on it's surface. Even though I was supposed to eat, I could never pass up chocolate.
"Eat it." He said and handed it to me. I took it, looking at it skeptically.
"You didn't...poison it or anything?" I questioned.
He laughed and shook his curly black head of hair. I smiled and popped it into my mouth. I took a bite into it and felt marshmallow and caramel fill my mouth. I chewed and let out a nose of delight. He was standing there grinning like a madman. Once I had swallowed I put a hand over my chest and sighed. "That was one hell of a ball of candy!"
He chuckled and then blushed. Awe...he blushed. Wait. HE BLUSHED. OVER ME. Oh good lord the world is coming to an end. Coming to an end. Yup. Must be. 'Cause Paul Dean Hewitt, the hottest guy in school, the captain of the football team, one of my best friends, my crush, just blushed over me talking about chocolate.
He shuffled his feet and took a deep breath. Okay now I was nervous. Probably more nervous than he was. "Look, Mercie would you like to go out with me on Saturday?" He asked, avoiding eye contact with me.
If my heart could beat, it would have been beating five million miles a second. "A-are you a-a-asking me on a date?" I gasped out.
He grinned and nodded his head. "Yeah.."
I stared at him. My eyes probably as big as the moon, each, and my mouth moving but no words coming out. He glanced up at me and frowned. "Are you alright?" He asked me.
I nodded furiously and then stuttered out, "S-s-sure I'll go out with you."
He grinned and then surprised me by yanking me into him and hugging me tight. I glanced up at him and shyly kissed his lips. Right then as I did that in the field of the Forks high school, which was deserted, I felt like I was walking on the clouds overhead.
Until however I felt my stomach lurch and hungry devour all my other senses. And I felt venom in my mouth.
Oh shit.