A/N: Hey guys! As you can see i'm continuing this Fic.
It might seem a little bit stereotypical but believe me,
This is NOT your usual vampire-love story, oh no.
Promises!
Enjoy and Review! love ya's!

Chapter 2: The big bang - i mean crash

After Harry left I went to my iPod and turned the music on full. Then I went to my wardrobe and pulled out the first thing I could find. My really soft, short, black night-dress that was surprisingly easy to jump about in. Did I mention how soft it was? I sighed; it was a gift from my friend back home. I didn't like it at first, I thought it looked a bit too OTT for bed. But once I got it on and realized how soft it was I just gave in. She knows me too well. She also bought it for its softness. But that makes us sound weird. Wait, I am weird! I took my make-up off. I hate going to sleep with make-up on, especially the amount that I wear.

I started scrubbing at my eyes but the shadow wouldn't come off.
By now I was getting pretty pissed.
Oh.
That's not makeup. Ha.
Must be from my eternal lack of sleep thanks to stupid Scotland!
I let my hair down, too. The waves of blonde flowed down past my shoulders.
Another thing I hate is my hair. It's so blonde!
Not normal-people blonde, oh no! Mine's so light it looks white.
Okay maybe not that light but it looks really fake. Which it's not!
I wanna go brown. Dark brown… That brown where people ask you, 'Is your hair brown or black?' and you can just reply mysteriously, 'you think for yourself'
but my mum won't let me dye it. Douche!
It's the only thing about you that people can make out as German.
No. They make it out as Swedish or a freaking old woman.
Both of which I'm not.
Sigh.
I started to get dressed as the music started up. Suddenly my mum walked into my room.
"Ingrid, I'm leaving now. Are you sure you're alright to look after Tony tonight?"
Well done, you guessed it! Tony's my little cousin. He's from America but he's living with us for now while his dad's building a golf course for the Saudi Arabian royal family. And once that's done, they get to come and live with us, too! Whoop-Dee-doo!
No points for guessing who gave them this new job.
insert clapping here.
How lucky are they that Mr. McAshton Junior (the posh twat my mum's working for!) has a father, Mr. McAshton Senior, who really, really wants a golf course! What're the chances?
But hey, don't get me wrong, I don't mind, Tony's alright. He's more than welcome here… It's just his perfect parents that are gonna be a problem. Ya see, they think I'm a bad influence on tony, Ha!
'SHE'S NO GOOD!'
'15? Give her three more years and she'll be passed out in the corner of a dirty club!'
'If she doesn't have kids by then, of course…'
It's amazing that just because I listen to bands that they've never heard of, like to wear boots with dresses- shock horror! And wear make-up before I'm twenty-freaking-five; I'm gonna turn out to be a total waster and worship the dark lord! Pfft. No chance!
Though the occasional Alco pop works fine for me…
"Yeah mum I'm fine, you look nice, now go, you're gonna be late!" I ushered her out of the door.
"Okay! But make sure he's in bed by 9!" she called up to me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Mum had been gone about half an hour and although I had music on, I could hear it was awfully quiet in Tony's room. Not for long. CRASH!
"TONY?" I rushed over to my iPod and stuck it on pause.
What the hell is that retard doing in there?

I'm in hell here, is all she wrote!
Hold your head high, you can-

My amazingly good music stopped.
He'd better have a good reason for making me stopmy own personal rave.
I stayed still for a moment, wondering whether I had just imagined the whole scenario.
Well, it's all gone quiet again. Might as well flick the tunes back up!
"AND I'M GONNA KEEP IT THAT WAY, DUDE!" I heard tony shouting.
I definitely didn't imagine it. "TONY!" as I ran towards the door, there was another loud crash.
But not from Tony's room. This crash was inside here, in my room. I froze.
I always thought what people said on television about being in this kind of situation and every thought bundles through your head in a matter of seconds was bogus… I guess I owe a lot of people an apology.
My eyes jolted to my mirror in front of me.
I tried to see if there was anything- anyone- behind me.
Nothing…
But still, I know what I heard.
I looked again.
Nothing…
"Turn around"
I froze. I didn't even breathe. It was a masculine voice, it sounded more like a boy than a man, but still, every thought bundling through my head. What? There's no one behind me! I just-I just checked… Against my better judgment, I turned around, slowly, still not breathing. I'm an avid swimmer therefore I can hold my breath for a long time. I don't have any mystical powers, unless you can count being totally killer on the drums a power, he-he.
What I saw was nothing like what I'd thought of in my head.
I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a boy, about my age, although, he was pale, and wearing strange clothes, curled up beneath my window, seemingly shading himself from the light of my lamp. I didn't know what to do, so I just… did nothing. I just stood there- Still not breathing a breath of air, by the way.
"I know you...?"
Wait, what? He doesn't know me…
Oh god, STALKER.
Wait a second, are those…fangs? Oh my god… I feel a twilight moment coming on here. Ew, better not say it out loud.
"You look familiar-" he coughed. "But where from?" He was pondering the situation, I could tell. "I'm too weak to think…" Another cough as he dismissed the whole sitch.
Douuuuuuuuuuuuuuuche.
I took my chance. I went for the door.
"DON'T GO OUT THERE!" cough. "Vampire…Hunter…"
I'll say it again, Douuuuuuuuuuuche.- Wait, what?
It occurred to me, He wasn't threatening me, he was warning me. Oh my lord, he thinks I'm a- he thinks I'm like him… He thinks I'm another vampire..
I couldn't hold it any longer. I had to take a breath.
Big. Mistake.
"YOU ARE NOT A SISTER!" The boy suddenly stood tall.
Crap. He's taller than me.
(Which, can I just point out, I thought was impossible, as I'm quite tall.)
"Well I'm not a brother?" Okay, now is definitely not the time to get smart.
"You're a HUMAN!"
He jumped towards me.
Ah, shit.
"Wait, wait!" I stuck my hands out. "Don't-don't bite me! Please! Look, I can see why-why-why you might think I'm like you… Erm, Erm, but you know I might be able to help you…Erm, what did you say about the vampire hunter in the next room?"
He hissed. Actually hissed. LOL.
Yes I said LOL.
I do that.

"Right...wait a minute! The next room? That's my cousin's room, he's no vampire hunter! He's 8 years old for god's sake!"
"How you dare to blaspheme, mortal!" He spat at me.
"Pssssh, says the vampire. You're about as ungodly as they come." I forgot myself for a moment.
I flinched, expecting to be bitten or hurt, but strangely, all I heard was a chuckle.
I opened one eye. It was true, the vampire was laughing at me?
"You're somewhat of a rebel, are you not, mortal?"
hahahahano.
"My brother is in the next room with your…cousin."
"Will he bite him?" I panicked, my eyes darting towards the door.
"No, He's weak." He chuckled. Oh good. "He cries when we bite an animal, nevertheless a human."
As I stifled a laugh, he came forward.
Bollocks.
What do I do now?
"Woah, woah, I thought we was past the whole i-wanna-bite-you stage?"
He chucked. God, stop doing that. "We're never past that stage."
"Oh thanks." I rolled my eyes at him. I hoped my fear wasn't showing.
"You'll just have to trust me, human."
"And if I don't?"
We were standing really close right now. I could feel his cold breath on my skin.
No. Not as in one of those typical Oh-my-god-we're-gonna-kiss-right-now-even-though-we-only-just-met moments, but more like a oh-my-god-he-could-snap-my-neck-in-half-right-now-better-not-piss-him-off moments.
"But you do."
I sighed. "Okay yes, yes I do."
A grin…? He's grinning at me?
Ok dude you're really not helping the whole 'douche!' situation.

Well this is awkward.
Just standing here… You know.
This guy really doesn't know the concept of conversation… Or personal space…
"What would you say if I asked you to come somewhere with me?"
What? Oh, the douche's actually talking to me instead of just standing there like a…douche.
"I'd say are you freaking crazy?" I took a step back and completely stacked it over my bag.
Well that was clever, Inna.
You're probably thinking this is gonna be one of those moments were I fall back, and the douche catches me just in time with his superhuman speed and we both gaze into each others' eyes and we fall in love?
EHHH. Wrong. The douche does the douche thing and lets me fall flat on my ars- arsenal.

"YOU DOUCHE." I crossed my eyebrows and gazed up at him, damn right I was angry!
He laughed. Uh, he's laughing at me? Way to go, douche face.
"Allow me to help you up, human."
"Allow you." I rolled my eyes and gathered myself up off the floor.
He looked at me, genuinely confused, Ha. "I thought you was allowing me-"
"Dude you really don't understand the concept of slang."
"Slang?"
"Whatever…douche." I rolled my eyes again and pushed- yes, pushed- past him to shut my window, god, I'm freezing here! "Why didn't you just help me up at first?"
"Because you deserved it."
I stopped in my tracks and cocked my head to the side before turning back round to face him.
"In what way did I deserve that?"
"You answered my question rudely."
"No I did-"
He looked at me closely.
I actually shivered. There was something about this guy I didn't want to piss off…
"Okay I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
He smiled a very toothy smile. Ah. Those teeth were bigger than I thought.
"I was asking you if you would like to come flying on this fine night, avec moi?"
Ooh, vampire boy's trying to be all continental.
"Why'd you speak French?"
Another confused look I earned from vampy.
"Your accent-"
"Is German." I interrupted him. Ha, dumbass thought I was français. "Not, French, pretty boy."

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh out loud, and to be honest I was expecting some sort of witty comeback or chuckle. But no, my little joke was met with utter silence.
Nice one.

"I know German accents. That isn't a German accent."
Oh, so now he decides to talk, he decides to practically INSULT me.
DOUCHE.

"I lived in America for a while but, I think I know where I'm from, dude!" I rolled my eyes. "You know what, I think you'd better leave."

"Why?" The vampire lifted his head and sauntered over to me. Ah, not scary anymore, man.

"Because."
"Because?"
"Because I don't think I'd like to go flying with you. No offence, but I hate heights…and I'm not too fond of you, either."
"Excuse me?"

Shit. Didn't think he'd hear the last part.

"What did you just say, human?"
"You heard what I said, vampire. Now, leave."
"My name, human, is Gregory." He strode even further towards me.
I'm not even gonna try and back away because when I do no doubt I'll just fall over again so I'm gonna just walk forward and pray that he likes personal space.
"And my name, Gregory, is Ingrid."
He doesn't enjoy personal space.

We were oh so close now, I could smell the moss and rain on his skin. Ew. Wash?

"Ingrid? I'm sorry I thought we was in the 21'st century!"
My face hardened. Don't. Mess. With. My. Name.
"Says the dude wearing 17th century throwbacks; who's your stylist? Bram Stoker?"
Ha. Owned.
My chest heaved and his eyes bore into mine.
"Your eyes are red."
"What?" What an excellent comeback, Inna.
"Your eyes…They are red."
"So are yours?" I pulled a face that looked quite like I was chewing a wasp. Oh well.
"I'm a vampire."
My jaw fell into a straight line.
"So? My eyes are red? SUE ME."
To be honest the last time I checked my eyes were brown.
Though I have been told in the right lighting they look a shade of scarlet.
But, there's virtually no light in here...

"Excuse my abruptness but I'm quite sure that most humans' eyes are not red coloured, naturally."
"Well I guess I'm not most humans."
Silence.

I sucked in my cheeks and absent-mindedly looked around my room.
Wow, there's another door. Didn't notice that.
WOAH!
Suddenly I found myself outside.
How the hell did that happen?
I was just about to speak up when I looked at my wrist.
There was a cold blue hand holding onto me.
Okay.

"You wanted me to leave. You didn't say I had to leave alone." He smirked in the moonlight.
"Oh ha ha. You've made your point now let go of me."
"I can't."
"Can't, or won't?"
"Well both. I could let go of you, but then you'd die."
"Shut up, how would I d-OH MY GOD WE'RE IN THE AIR."

A/N: Thanks for reading, guys! Next chapter'll be up ASAP! Review!
Love, Laur's xo

BTW- i know i only included about 2 lines of the song, but just incase, The song Inna was listening to was Crooked Litle Sun by Francesqa.
Francesqa's my favourite band ever so i just thought i'd throw them in there. If you don't know them- which you probably won't, because they're unsigned and only really known in England, and even then, only about 2 people i have ever met know them, and that's just because i told them about them, but anyway, they're awesome so go check them out! xo loves!