er...I was limited to 255 characters, so here's the full summary the way I wanted it:
Wren is a 100 year old, forever angsty teenage vampire trying to make it thru eternity. There are a few things that bug Wren. One being her suddenly evasive boyfriend. Another being those pesky, intruding, nosey, and hard to deal with mortals who always have the wrong ideas about vampires. If mortals were such a pain, why was she suddenly attracted to one? Wren's strictly vampire life is suddenly turned upside down by an extremely attractive mortal boy.
This is my first FanFic ever. I'm a little nervous, and self-conscious, but let me have it. My grammar suck, as you're probably about to find out, so it'll be nice to call me out on it.
This is not based on any book I've read. This is the only place I thought was appropriate to post it. Well, enjoy...
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I hate vampire movies, and this was apparent when I turned off the TV. My younger sister, Amy, got annoyed and yelled at me, "Hey! I was watching that!" She got up from the couch she was lying on and snatched the remote from my hand.
"If I have to watch another movie where a vampire explodes at the sight of sunlight, I'm going to flip," I complained.
"Well, what can you do? That's Hollywood for yah," she said shrugging her shoulders and flopping back on the couch.
Yah. Hollywood and their stupid interpretation of our kind. First off, anybody who got staked in the heart is bound to die anyway.
Second, it's physically impossible to burst into flames when we go into the sun. We have reflections (thank god), and we don't coil away from religious artifacts. I love garlic, though my sister is ironically allergic to it. And we don't sleep in coffins.
Granted, having to drink blood is pretty weird, but some of the myths have to be true somewhere. Especially our enhanced abilities like hearing, speed, strength, smell, and night vision. Just one of the perks of being a so called "vampire".
Oh, and mind control to help us deal with our unsuspecting meal. It's kind of become unnecessary since the invention of blood banks, but it comes in handy when you want to take a quick bite. You don't want who ever you're sinking your teeth into to know what you're doing to them. And you certainly don't want them to feel pain.
When Amy turned the TV back on, a vampire was just struck in the chest with a stake and burst into dust.
Amy laughed, "Oh my god. That's so ridiculously funny."
"Ame, get real," I told her, exasperated. I wasn't gonna sit here and watch such disgrace on screen. I got up from my chair and headed to my room.
As I walked up the stairs, I heard my sister let out another hysterical laugh. I rolled my eyes. A vampire probably got sprayed with holy water, or something. I thought to myself.
In my room, I plopped onto my bed and dug my head under the pillow to drown out my sisters laughs. No use. She purposely went into my head and laughed, mockingly. She can be so immature sometimes.
Shut up! I told her.
Whatever. She replied.
Stay out of my head! I hissed.
With pleasure. I couldn't tell, but I'm pretty sure she stuck her tongue out at me.
I love my sister, I do. She's my best friend. But, even best friends can annoy each other. Especially when you've been friends with them for decades.
I let out a sigh and peeked at the clock from under my pillow. Twelve Thirty-four A.M. I sighed again and put my head back under the pillow. It's twelve thirty-four A.M. on a Friday night. How lame is that?
There's no use in sleeping. I haven't slept a wink in years. It's just one of the downsides of a vampire. We don't sleep. It's never really bugged me, but try filling 24 hours a day, 7 days a week with something to do. You'd get pretty bored yourself.
Without taking my head out from under the pillow, I reached down into my pocket to retrieve my cell phone. I brought it under the pillow and flipped it open. The numbers and screen illuminated to allow me to dial. Speed dial number one.
Eli, my college boyfriend. My college boyfriend who I've been dating for a year. My college boyfriend who I've been dating for a year and hasn't been returning my calls.
It rang. I knew what to expect. His voicemail. Of-course.
This would be the third voicemail I left on his phone today. It would be my hundredth in the last two weeks.
It's starting to get old, and frustrating. Up until two weeks ago, we've been on the phone everyday. What's the deal?
"Hey, babe. I guess you're out, or something. At least one of use is having fun. I really do miss you. It would be nice to know if you missed me, too. Anyway, I called hoping that I could actually talk to you, and not your voicemail," I paused. "But who am I kidding right? I'm just your girlfriend who's still in high school. Your big shot college ass probably doesn't have time to talk to me anymore."
I could feel my anger rise as I took my head out from under my pillow and sat up on the bed. "Look, Eli. I love you, but I can't just sit around waiting for you to return my calls. It's been two weeks." I leaned back on the headboard and added, "I've had it. Don't expect me to pick up if you call." In my haste, I hung up and threw the phone at the end of my bed.
I put my head in my hands and slid down on the bed to lie on my back. I am not going to cry. I told myself. I can't let this get to me. He probably has a perfectly good explanation for not calling me back. But it's been two weeks! Who doesn't call their girlfriend back in two weeks? Frustrated, I slammed my fists down on the bed.
I told myself that college is demanding and he was probably very busy. HA! Whatever. I took that thought back. Who was I kidding? Eli could miss class everyday, and still graduate. He's done it before!
I'm not kidding you. He really has done it before. And so have I. After a few decades or so, education isn't exactly a priority anymore. It just becomes a hassle. You can either pass, or fail. It's easy to do either way. I'm not gloating or anything. It's just that, when being taught the same lesson over and over again in the course of a hundred or so years, you're pretty much set in the Education department.
So, why do we still go to school? Oh...you know, to keep up appearances for the unsuspecting mortals who know nothing of us vampires. I mean it would be pretty awkward to have your neighbors wonder why the kids next door aren't going to school. They'll start to talk and gossip like there's no tomorrow. It shouldn't bother us since we'll probably be on the move again in about seven or eight years.
Anyway, back to Eli. I tried to find reasons why he wasn't returning my calls. Could this be the end? The end of me and Eli? The thought of it hurt to much, so I dropped it. There's gotta be another reason.
Something's up, and I intend to find out what.