WATCH OUT! THERE'S SWEARING! A WHOLE LOT MORE THAN I'VE EVER DONE. ANYHOO.

My life officially sucks. I'm sorry about the lateness, but my fricken computer just like screwed up and I didn't know where my chapter went -_- So I had to retype it. And then my keyboard wouldn't work. And it was really good before. I'm sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations guys.

I don't own anything except for my crappy computer. Then again, I own my characters.

Warmth in the Darkness, Chapter 2: Fuck my Life, Enter Melissa, Will and Adriel

Vivienne's P.O.V

Vivienne sighed as she changed into her red and black swimsuit. The school day had been long, and almost all of her adrenaline was used up, not leaving much energy for swimming. She sighed again and walked on the pool deck, black flip flops clacking on the stone tiles. Looking around expressionlessly, she spotted her friends talking and laughing in clumps on the other side of the pool. Oh man. It was time for the real show. In her swim team, she was technically slow for her age, so she had to swim with people who were younger than her. Immature, shrieking, young children. And to fit in, she had to be an immature, shrieking, young child. Which used up a whole lot of energy, leaving nothing for the fricken swim practice.

"Vivienne!!" someone screamed, causing some of her other friends to scream too. Vivienne resisted the urge to cover up her ears and roll her eyes. Did she really have to deal with them today? She was so fricken tired, and she couldn't deal with these screeching twits.

When she approached them, a girl with long black hair and a tall body stood up. "Vivienne!" she called. Melissa, only a few months younger than her, was the most mature one, sometimes even more mature than Vivienne.

Vivienne grimaced, hoping Melissa would mistake it for a smile. But it seemed like it was her unlucky day, because she immediately walked towards her and chided, "Stop being an Asian emo."

Vivienne dumped her bag on the ground and turned around, arms crossed. "I'm not emo."

Melissa looked like she was about to argue, so Vivienne hurriedly added, "Actually, I Googled it and it said, quote, 'An emo is clearly defined by their music and their sense of hurting themselves'. And I don't listen to screamo music or cut myself daily." Vivienne knelt down and rummaged through her bag, searching for her cap and goggles.

"You still dress like an emo," Melissa retorted.

"I am not. Emo." Vivienne's voice turned dark and she felt Melissa falter. What? Was she really that scary? But she really hated people thinking she was depressed. Seriously. Nothing's wrong with her. Except for the amount of stress homework has given her… and the irrational want of something. She immediately felt the emotion bloom inside her passionately, making her heart ache so much she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Ridiculous. I don't need anything, she reminded herself fiercely. But the emotion just responded by making her chest hurt more.

"Anyways, I have something to tell you!" Melissa whispered in her ear excitedly.

"What?" Vivienne snapped. Another emotion, much more passionate than the one before slapped her chest, making her feel dizzy. She couldn't even describe it. It was so intense, it made her heart pound and she felt sweat beading up on her forehead. Where were those fricken goggles?! She almost ripped her bag, looking for it. The emotion shot tendrils wrapping around her brain, sending a frenzy that made her want to swim a thousand miles, or run up a steep hill. Just away from the feeling. Weird.

"Vivienne! Are you even listening to me?!" Melissa was shaking her so hard that she lost balance and fell on her back.

"Oww." When she raised a hand to lightly punch Melissa, she found her fingers curled around the goggles. Oh. Okay. There they were. But the emotions didn't get any weaker. Melissa helped her up and she turned to face her squarely.

"Vivienne, I was saying that there's a new guy on our team," Melissa said, eyes bright.

"What." It wasn't even a question. All of a sudden, Vivienne's palm felt a prick and when she looked down at it, she saw her hand still curled up in a fist tightly. She studied the fist as if it were someone else's. The hand was clenched so securely that her nails were drawing blood, causing the pain. What the hell… her hand wasn't opening, even though she willed it to. Let go. Great, now one of her limbs weren't responding. Maybe I'll get it amputated, she though dimly. Using the other hand, she pried off her fingers, spreading them out. The goggles clattered to floor as she stared at her palm. There was a crumpled piece of lined paper in there. When she opened it and smoothed it out, she recognized it immediately. It was the lined piece of paper she had doodled on during math class. No mistake. There was that portrait of Penelope, the elephant Naomi always draws, and the block letters of her name… it was all there. She didn't remember putting it in her swimming bag. Hell, why would she even put it there? All of a sudden, both emotions – the feeling of wanting, and the running away feeling – blasted inside her in a silent explosion. Her heart ached and she ran as fast as she can, anywhere, anyplace. She didn't think, didn't pause, and just acted, to get away from the pain. Her vision was filled with red and pink.

"Vivienne!!!" She heard a shriek, startling her out of the pain. But just when she got a glimpse of Melissa's face in shock, the pain came back again, in waves of deep red. She sucked in a breath involuntarily and ran once again. She felt pain in her legs… wait was that from sprinting or the emotions? She couldn't tell the difference. Her vision cleared abruptly, and she found herself running at top speed on the slippery deck. Oh god. She was going to fall. Her legs weren't working either, when she tried to make them slow down, and finally, she just gave up trying. Here we go, she thought. One of her flip flops slid across the wet floor while her arms flailed uselessly in the air. She lost her balance and closed her eyes – This is going to hurt, she thought vaguely – when a strong, cool hand gripped her arm, not allowing her to fall. Time stopped when she turned face – to – face with a rather striking Asian boy about her age, his pale, clean chiselled features expressionless, his gold, glinting eyes unreadable, and his short black-brown hair barely ruffled. When his hand touched her arm, she gasped, feeling a fresh wave of adrenaline through her veins accompanied by a white hot blazeof wanting and running away. Great, so the adrenaline comes now, she thought dizzily, and the world turned black.

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Will's P.O.V

Will slid on his Lacoste sunglasses as he walked to the building. The sun was shining brightly today, with no clouds to hide it from view. Which made his eyes hurt like hell. He briskly strode into the cool, shady building, trying not to look like he was hurrying. After all, it would do no good for his 'image' for girls to fall for him. Which made it easier to feed. He sighed in relief when the florescent lights hit his eyes. They were a soft, warm gentle glow in contrast to the Goddess damn sun. He kept his face blank and expressionless and went to the guys' change room. He had just moved from Tacoma where the sun hardly shined, and now he was here. Canada. "It's easier to hunt here, so deal with it," Will's brother Adriel had said. That much was true of course. Tacoma had been so… together and quiet, that every time there was a murder, it made the headlines. Unlike here, where everyone was too busy with their lives to notice a few missing vermin. Will and Adriel already got a few sips from some of them, and it was so much better. The blood back in Tacoma was faintly sour as well as sweet, but the blood here was all sweet. No trace of bitterness, sourness or dryness. Mmm. Just thinking about blood made his fangs emerge, pearly white and delicately curved into maximum sharpness.

Trying to push them back in, he changed into his swimsuit and kept on his sunglasses. His fangs were still poking his lower lip gently, and that meant his eyes were an unusual metallically gold. When he prepared to walk onto the pool deck, his ears picked up the conversations about the 'new guy'. Wondering what they could possibly be saying about him, without even seeing him before, he paused at the doorway curiously.

"I heard that he's hot. I mean hotter than Robert Pattinson," a girl was squealing. Will's face was still a blank wall, but inside, his lip curled in disgust. Robert Pattinson was ugly. In a very non-gay way. He couldn't understand the workings of the female mind. Well you don't need to, he thought to himself. At least not a vermin's mind. He continued to listen.

"Vivienne, I was saying there's a new guy on the team!" A chirpy girl's voice was shrieking.

Vivienne. That name sounds… delicious. Maybe she could be his puppet. Aside from that girl he just got a few minutes ago. She's probably still dazed right now, he thought amusedly.

"What." The other girl's voice, Vivienne's, sounded calm and dark. Woah. She sounded completely different than what he'd thought. All the same, vermin's vermin. He should start playing the hot guy now. Will stepped onto the pool deck, in full view. Everyone stopped talking and stared at him. But one movement caught his eye. It was an Asian girl with an emo haircut sprinting across the pool deck. Oh Goddess. She isn't running for him, is she? How cute, he thought sarcastically. But when she came closer, he noticed her brown eyes weren't staring at anything, but looked feverish and scared. Like she was in her own world. Maybe she's blind, he thought. What a waste of a pretty face.

"Vivienne!" The same chirpy voice was now full of fear, and she was yelling at the girl. Ah, so she was the girl with the delicious name. 'Vivienne's' eyes cleared for a moment; they look confused. But they glazed over again, and she kept on running. When she was right beside him, her foot skidded on the slippery floor. Her arms flailed and her eyes closed, probably bracing for the pain. Time for the perfect guy to step in, Will thought dryly. He swiftly grabbed one of her arms, locking it in an iron grip, to prevent her from falling.

He froze as two things happened at the same time when he did this: The girl had turned to face him, and her eyes weren't glazed over anymore. Instead, she had looked terrified. Of him? Whatever. Those eyes are very weird, he'd noticed absently. The brown wasn't as dark as other Asians he knew and it was ringed by a deep grey.

The second thing had basically turned his world upside down. A warm tingle had started up his arm, moving to his other arm, down his back, through his whole body and wrapped around his heart. The whole process had been short but it gave him shudders of delight and made him want more. No, he'd thought angrily. The thing you're holding is vermin.

He struggled to keep his face expressionless, eyes cold and tried to ignore the fact that his whole body was trembling. The girl called Vivienne probably felt the same thing, but the moment the tingles were out of his body, she fainted. Right in his arms. He narrowed his eyes. Damn her. Everyone crowded around them, checking to see if she's okay and thanking him. Oh Goddess, he had to get out of here. His control was slipping, with all the tasty human blood he could smell, and echoes of the tingles. Will chucked the girl's body to someone and he nearly ran into the change room, not caring about his image. His fucking life was over. He quickly changed and ran all the way home, determined to avoid calling Adriel for a ride.

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Vivienne awoke to images thrown at her. Clips of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Blood. Danger, a voice whispered in her ear, echoing around her as if she were in a cave. Danger, it said again. Fangs. Blood. Pale skin. Beware. Cherry-red blood. The new Asian guy on the swim team with cold gold eyes. Kristina. Darrion. The feeling of wanting. Be careful. The feeling of running away. The new guy on the swim team again. An Asian guy she's never seen before, with black hair and gold highlights, and defensive dark brown eyes. Watch out or be sorry… all of a sudden, her vision bloomed with a watery pink. At the same time, she felt a sting on her right cheek, and then her left. Right again, then left. The slaps were continuous, and always brought a fresh wave of the pink to her vision. When the pain silenced to a numb throb, the ordeal was finally over and her cheeks felt raw. A huge splash of blood-red washed upon her as she reached out for help, but before it came in contact with anything, a new wave of dark black overpowered the red. Her hand dropped down limply and she easily fell into darkness, losing consciousness.

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Will pressed his lips together, to keep from yelling at random things. A faint red blurred the edges of his vision, his anger trying to leap out of the cage he kept it in. This was such a shitty idea, he yelled in his head. Moving to Canada of all places. Why not the Arctic? The sun shined less, cute little penguins lived there, and there was no… Vivienne. His heart ached at the thought of her. He wanted her. To take care of her, to protect her, to laugh with her, to talk to her… but he also despised her. Who the fuck was she, a stupid little vermin – he winced at the thought of calling her "vermin" – to end his life? A small, insignificant thing like her. He wanted to block out what had happened before. Pretend he never went swimming. But his heart wouldn't follow his thoughts. It was currently telling him to feel worried about her. Is she okay? Where is she? What happened to her before, when she was running? Will groaned as he burst through the front door of his house. Get these stupid questions outta my head, he yelled at himself.

What the fuck…? Will heard his brother, Adriel, complain mentally.

Sorry. Will sent that as a growl and hurried upstairs, taking two steps at a time. He threw his swimming bag inside his room and went to the balcony. The cool air brought rationality to his head, and the anger slowly melted away, replaced by a horror, a shame, and a desperate feeling. What is he going to do? He fell in love with a human. A human. Vermin. Food. And he was supposed to protect the piece of food?! Like a human protecting a sandwich?! He sank down to a nearby chair. The wind tickled his cheek. He scratched it absently, thinking. He broke one of the Night World laws already… falling in love with a human. What was he gonna do? Break a law, and die. He didn't want to die. For a stupid human that incidentally is rather mouth watering. That he would see every other day. How was he going to resist her? And what will his friends say? Will moaned and turned to the wall beside him. He stared at it, trying to find the answer in the white blankness. When there wasn't, he leaned forward and started banging his head against the wall.

Damn. Girl. Who. Seduced. Him. With. Just. A. Look, he thought unhappily to the rhythm of each bang. It made a loud thump, louder and louder each time. Fuck. My. Shitty. Life.

"What are you doing?" Will removed his healing head from the bloody wall and looked at the doorway. Adriel was staring at him with his always-dull eyes, twirling an unlit cigarette in his hands. Adriel was obsessed with cigarettes ever since he smoked one when he was ten. In fact, he had said before how cigarettes were better than blood. Better than blood. That was just plainly crazy.

"Banging my head against a wall," Will said bleakly, stating the obvious.

"Well shut the fuck up." Adriel left.

Will turned back to the wall, wondering if he should start banging again.

"And mom and dad aren't coming home tonight. We're getting dinner ourselves." Adriel was back in the door way, and he was licking his lips in anticipation.

"Again?" Will asked darkly. Their parents were never home, either in meetings or business trips.

"Yeah." Adriel left for good this time.

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