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Okay, so I got bored and updated rather quickly. I have a lot of ideas on how this story's going to go, so I decided to write the
next chapter seeing as how I already know what to write. I could write the next one easily too, but I'll wait. Chapter 3...okay, that may come soon, we'll see. It's going to take a bit to get the story going, but it'll get there. Of course I had to throw in Alexander. I mean, come on, what's a story without a guy to like? But there will be a lot of characters I'll be adding into the mix and things will get good...well, I hope you think they're good.
I dunno if there's mistakes, I ran it through a spell checker and everything. But, I'm writing this when I'm half awake. So, I'm sorry. xD
Bai. Thanks for reading. o.o
Peyton's POV:
It's fun, messing with people. Especially vamps. Which is why I changed all Michael's blood with tomato juice, not that he didn't notice as soon as he got the bottle out, vamp smell and all.
He was mad. Ohhh yes, real mad. He came storming into the lounge where Shane and I were playing Xbox, Claire was reading on the couch and Eve was watching the TV screen and cheering us on.
''Peyton! You changed my blood. I know you changed my blood. Tomato juice? Really?'' Michael said, glaring at her.
''What? Pfft, me? No, must have been Shane.'' I replied simply, shrugging.
''It was not me!'' Shane exclaimed, hitting my shoulder.
Shane, he was hot alright, but so not my type. I think more of him as a big brother, besides, I know he loves Claire and who am I to come between true love and what not?
''It was you, Peyton, I know it.'' Michael carried on, crossing his arms.
''So what if it was me? What are you going to do about it? Fang me?'' I shot back, raising my eyebrows.
Michael stopped and glared angrily at her, not looking away. I knew it bugged him when I mentioned the vamp thing,
I knew deep down he didn't like what he was, I could tell when he drank the blood that he found it disgusting.
But I wasn't giving him sympathy, he chose it, he lives with it.
''You need to learn to just- gah, be normal!'' Michael said, exasperated.
''Ha! You are telling me to be normal? You? Mr Vampire.''
Eve stood up, crossing her arms.''That's enough, both of you cut it out, jeez.''
''Or what?'' I asked, standing up, ''I don't take orders from any of you.'' ''You will when you live in this house.'' Michael said, oddly calm now.
''Uh, no, no I won't. Kick me out, see if I care. It's not like I have nowhere to go.'' I sighed, running my hands through my hair.
''You have somewhere to go?'' Claire piped up curiously.
''Of course I do, not that I'm telling you losers.''
I turned on my heel and headed up the stairs to my room, which was pretty empty besides the bed. Eve was in with Michael so now she had an empty black room. She slammed her door loudly and sat on my bed.
''This place is a nightmare.''
Michael's POV:
Dammit. Just great, she's spent three days here and we've already fought. This is why I was glad I never had a sister, they're so emotional and moody. Peyton...she's a handful. I knew the first day she came here that she would be, I just didn't expect this bad.
First night she stole a beer from the fridge, Shane had found her drinking it and taken it off her, although the bottle was almost empty.
Second night she snuck out of the house, now that was strange. She left...I knew she had left, I just knew. When I went up t her room she was gone and I was mad, at myself and her. When she had come back she refused to tell me where she had gone, she just waved and walked off to her room.
Oh, I thought Shane was trouble starter, but she's worse. She has no worry, like she doesn't realise things are dangerous, or if she does she doesn't care.
The tomato juice instead of blood was annoying, but maybe I shouldn't have gone of at her like that, she's only young. Yet still, Claire was much more mature than Peyton is now. What makes everything worse is that I know she hates what I am, I know she despises me being a vampire. I hate myself for that. For how people see me now that I'm a vampire.
She called me a blood sucker a lot, but I never really reacted. What hurt was when she thought I would fang her. I'd never hurt the people I care about, no matter how bossy and stubborn they may be.
Shane's taking a liking to her luckily. I think she reminds him of his sister Alyssa, she was a handful too. I think it's funny how I worry more about her being a bad example on him instead of the other way around, which is saying something when it comes to Shane Collins.
I don't know what to do with her, I can't look after her properly I'm barely an adult, and now I have to look after a 16 year old misfit who has decided to make it her life's work to mess with me? Great.
Peyton's POV:
My phone rang at 3am and I tiredly grabbed at the phone on my night stand. I sat up and looked at the screen and perked up when I saw his name. Oh I hated how my heart did somersaults when I thought of him. Hated it.
''Hello?'' I yawned, answering the phone.
''Peyton, Hey, look..uh..''
''What is it, Alex? It's 3am and I need my beauty sleep.'' I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
''Okay! Logan had an accident...'' Alexander said slowly, sounding worried.
Oh shit.
''What kind of accident?!'' I asked, already pulling on my shoes.
''Valentina and him were out buying some things...they ran into a vampire on the way home. Idiots, I told them not to walk. But Kale had the car and they wouldn't listen to me.''
''What happened to them?''
''Val broke her hand, she's pissed about it. Uh..and Logan...he's bleeding...we cant get him to stop. Hayley's helping out here but we need you down here, he's begging for you.''
''Shit. Okay, okay. I'll be there as quick as I can. It'll be okay. Are the doors locked to the house?''
''Always.''He replied, sighing in relief.
I pulled on my shirt quickly and stood up, grabbing a stake from under the bed. I never go anywhere unarmed.
''Good. I'll be there soon.'' I said, ending the call.
''No. You're not going anywhere.'' Michael's voice came from in the door way.
Shit.
