7
I stand by the door looking out of my living room window waiting for Beck to arrive. I check the time, he should be here any minute. I need to talk to him, there are still so many things, I don't know about him and he doesn't know about me. I can't get the boy out of my head. I don't know why, but since I saw him it has been Beck, every minute of every day, even in the start when I hated him, or at least I thought I hated him he was there, even when I tried to drown him out with books or music.
I walk away from the window and into the kitchen with the expression 'a watched pot never boils' running around my head. Maybe it's true maybe if I keep watching the door he'll never show. Maybe he won't show up anyway.
I open the fridge, looking for any sign of blood, but to no avail. I close the fridge door and look around the house trying to find something to do. The house is spotless, so I don't need to clean it. I don't need to eat so I can't cook anything- not that we would have any food in anyway.- I stand by the kitchen counter and drum on the top of it. Making up my own beat as I go along. I had almost given up hope of him turning up when I caught a sign of his scent drifting up the driveway. I almost ran to the door, but stopped myself. I don't want to come across to eager, instead I allow him to ring the doorbell, and I leave him waiting.
I only leave him waiting half a minute I can't take any longer than that. I answer the door and look into his smiling face "Hey, Beck." I say "Come on in."
"Thanks," he says. He walks through the door and looks around my living room "Whoa." He says.
"What?" I ask, though I am more than aware of why he is so amazed.
"You must be rich, like I mean really rich."
"Oh, yeah." I say with a small shrug "We have money." I say. "Well, it's just a perk of not needing to spend money on anything." I pause "So what did you want to talk about?" I ask as I walk over to the sofa. Beck follows close behind me and sits down next to me.
"I just wanted to talk to you, about last night." He admits.
"Whoa, saying it like that makes it seem a lot less innocent than it actually was." I say, i arch my eyebrow suggestively in a joking manner.
He smiles at me "It's just there are so many things I want you to know."
Now that I am sitting closer to him, I can see how rigid he is, it's like he is trying to breath as little as he can so that he doesn't take in any of the smells in the house. "Well, ask away." I say.
"Okay," he begins "I'm not afraid of you or anything like that, but what do you eat?" He asks.
I shrug "Well that depends." I admit "We can live off of animal blood, and for the most part my family does." I explain "We go hunting or we buy it from the butchers…"
"Wait," Beck says "For the most part?" he asks "What the hell does that mean."
Oh great, I think, good bye Beck. "Well, we can also eat humans, and sometimes Ryder and Sebastian do." I say, I decide to omit the part about me eating humans, that way I'm not lying.
"Yeah but do you?" he asks, "Do you or have you killed someone." I nod but remain silent. "Why?" he asks, he doesn't sound mad, or disgusted, more like confused.
"Sometimes you can't help it." I explain "Sometimes, the bloodlust becomes too strong and out of basic animal instinct, we attack."
"Oh," Beck says "So, have you ever turned anyone into a vampire then?" he asks.
I shake my head "No, to do that you have to drink their blood and then they have to drink your blood, it's like this big sucking thing." I say, Beck's eyes widen, and I realise what I have said "Don't even start." I say.
"I wasn't going to." He says, though the look on his face says the exact opposite.
"So what about you then," I say "When do you transform into a wolf?" I ask.
"Er full moons." He says.
"That's it, just full moons?" I ask.
He nods "Yeah," he pauses "So, how come when you go out into the sunlight you don't sparkle?" he asks.
"Because, I'm not from a twilight novel." I say.
"Then how come you don't die? And if you don't die or sparkle what does happen like how do you feel?" He asks.
"Erm, I don't die because well, I just don't. And it hurts, a lot actually." I say. "It's like cramps, but in your chest. Where your heart is."
"Wow, sounds painful." He says.
I nod "Yeah it is, but after a couple of decades or so, you get used to it." I say with a shrug."Well not used to it, but you learn to get on with things."
"So have you always lived in California, if so how do people not realise you never age?" he asks.
"Well, we move a lot, every couple of year we move." I explain "And no, I was born in New Jersey." I say. "That's where I was when I was changed and then after that, we moved to New Orleans… And we have travelled ever since."
"Nice." He says.
"Okay my turn." I say, I rack through my brains thinking of what question to ask next, when there are so many that have been swimming around my head. "Does it hurt, when you transform?" I ask.
His eyes grow sullen, he takes a deep breath "Yeah, a lot." He says I give him a look that begs him to continue. "All, off your bones shift, some of them elongate, as you shift from human form to a canine form, but you are so much bigger than a standard dog." He swallows hard "It's a long transformation as well." He shudders slightly as he thinks about it; I can't imagine what it feels like to dread something like that happening.
"Wow, it sounds tough." I say, he nods "So, have you killed people." I ask before he has chance to say anything else.
He shrugs "Probably, I don't really remember much from when I do change… All I know is I change, but what happens when I am that form is something I don't control. You're not even yourself anymore. Everything about changes."
"I can't imagine what that's like." I say "When I kill people I know I'm doing it, and I know why it's because I'm selfish, yes, I need blood to live, but I could live my life without killing people but I do, because they taste better than animals, there blood is more satisfying, you don't even know what you are doing. You could wake up having killed a full family and you wouldn't know." I pause "I couldn't live my life like that. I would need somebody to help me though it."
"Yeah, well nobody can help me through it. Because when I am in that form, I'm a monster. I could kill them as soon as look at them. No one can be around me when I am like that. And I can't tell anyone because they would think I'm insane. I have to live my life alone, completely and entirely alone."
I shake my head "No you don't." I say He gives me a questioning look "You can talk to me about it. I know you're not insane right?" I say "And hey I'll even supervise you on full moons, to make sure you don't do anything, and if you do I'll let you know." I say.
He scoffs "Yeah, and what if I hurt you, Jade, do you honestly think I could live with myself."
"You wouldn't remember." I say.
"I would remember you being with me when I transformed and then I would realise you were missing, I would put two and two together."
I shrug "Look, it I'd be pretty hard to kill me, okay." I say "I'm fast and strong, and I am pretty sure I could defend myself and contain you."
"This kinda sounds like a bet." He says.
"Yeah okay, it's a bet. I bet that I can keep you contained. We'll try it just the once, and see how it goes."
"What happens if I hurt you or kill you?" he asks.
"Well then I was wrong, and I was an idiot and it's entirely my fault for making this bet and you can live guilt free because it was my fault."
"And if you live?"
"Well then, every full moon, we meet up and I contain you and become a dog sitter." I say with a smile on my lips.
Beck scowls at me though there is no malice in his expression "You've got yourself a bet." He says. He shakes my hand, and I see a small amount of goose pimples rise on his skin, his hand feels so warm against mine, we both hold on for a little longer and I smile at him before letting go. "Okay, my turn." He says. "What blood type taste the best, or is there no difference?"
I laugh at him "Er, I like them all, I don't have a favourite, I'll drink whatever."
"Yeah but come on you have to have a favourite right?"
"No," I say "I don't really have a favourite I told you."
"Okay, but if you had to pick one like you have to pick one or else you'll die."
I roll my eyes at him "Fine," I sigh "I'll say A Positive."
"Hey, that's my blood type." Beck says smiling.
"Good to know, I'll remember that when I kill you." I joke. Beck laughs nervously "I'm kidding." I say.
"If you drink someone's blood do they die?" Apparently Beck didn't appreciate the joke.
I shake my head "No, you can drink someone's blood without killing them, like you can take someone's blood without killing them, provided you don't take a lot."
"Okay," he says "There's something I didn't know."
"Is there anything you do know?" I ask.
Beck shakes his head "Nope," he says smiling at me.
Beck and I talk about anything really, every once in a while we will think of a question to ask each other about our past. Or just in generally really.
"Okay don't hit me," Beck says "But when was you're first time."
I widen my eyes at his question "My first time?" I ask.
He nods "Yeah, unless you haven't done it yet then in which case forget about the question, and I am really sorry I brought it up."
I smile at him, "No, I'll answer it." I pause while I think back to when my first time was "Okay, so it was in the sixty's."
Beck's eyes widen "Whoa, when you say shit like that everything kinda becomes real, like how long you have been alive and stuff."
"Well, I am sorry, but it's true. Can I finish my story now?" He nods "Thank you." I say I take a deep breath and continue my story "Me and my friend Joan had this idea that we would leave town and go live in New York, we just needed a place to stay while we got things sorted." I continue "We got a ride with a group of people, and they took up back to their place and said we could stay with them." I say. "And while we were there, I got talking to this guy, the talking turned to kissing, and then the kissing turned to fucking." I say.
He widens his eyes in shock. "So, you just met this guy and you screwed him?"
I nod "Yeah, and then me and Joan woke up early, to get out of the house, we planed to leave but we didn't even make it out of Oklahoma." I say. "And then we were stuck there. I was scared I'd see this guy again. But I didn't thankfully."
"So, how did you feel after you had done it?"
I shrug "I don't remember that. I just remember doing it."
"Did you regret it… Do you regret it?" he asks.
I shake my head "Nah, I try not to dwell on things." I say "And no I don't regret it. I don't think you should ever regret anything you have done in the past because at the time you wanted it."
"So why didn't you want to see him again?"
"Because, I didn't want him sniffing around me. I didn't want anything more from this guy. And like I said, luckily I have never seen him since."
"Was that the first and last time you did it?" he asks.
I shake my head "No, I've done it again since." I shrug "And I am sure I'll do it again at some point." I say. Again he widens his eyes at me "So, come on then stud, when was you're first time?" I ask. He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Unless you're a virgin." I say, he looks down at the floor. "Oh my god, are you a virgin?" I ask. He nods. "Seriously?" I ask.
"Yeah, do you want me to get it tattooed to my forehead?" he snaps.
"Well, that would be quite the tattoo." I say "And there was no need to snap at me, did I snap at you? No, I don't think I did."
"Well you're sat there making it sound like I should be ashamed, well I'm not. Just because I don't fuck someone as soon as I see them."
"Whoa!" I say "Enough of that please. I may not regret it but I don't appreciate being called a slut, and secondly I asked you a question. I don't think you should be ashamed. You're seventeen, that's it. I was just shocked because well, look at you." I say.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He takes a deep breath "Wait, did you just call me attractive?" he asks.
I shake my head "No, I don't think I did."
"Yeah you did, you said you were shocked because… And I quote 'Well, look at you' you find me attractive." He says.
"No, I don't it's just that I know some people do and you know you are that stereotypical kind of guy that has all the girls fawning over him…" I say, trying to crawl out of the hole I just put myself in.
"Yeah, whatever. You want this." He says arrogantly.
"Yeah, just like you want me." I joke.
"Hey, I'll admit it. I think you're hot." He says. "I am not going to lie about that fact okay. I just wish you wouldn't lie to me."
"I'm not lying to you." I lie; I do think he's attractive. I think he is extremely attractive. But I am not about to tell him that.
Beck and I talk about our likes and dislikes, for a long time, I hear a low rumble come from Beck stomach and I can't help but laugh. "I guess I'd better be going." He says
I nod "Yeah, I'd say you could stay for some food but we don't have any."
"No, that's okay," he says. I stand and walk to the door with him. I follow him outside and he turns to face me on the stairs.
"Jade, I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. I don't think you're a whore." He says.
I shrug "Forget about," I say "It's fine, maybe I am one." I joke.
He smiles at me, and says "Okay, bye." Before either of us really know what's happening he is leaning towards me, and I towards him, our lips meet, and his feel so warm against mine, had my heart been beating it would probably be having palpitations right now.
Beck pulls away first and smiles at me "I knew you liked me." He says devilishly.
"Good bye Beck." I say, he turns and walks down my drive way. I shut the door, and place my hand on my lips touching the area his had just been. That wasn't my first kiss, but it struck something in me that none of the others have.
I look out my window looking for any sign of Beck, but he has gone. The only piece of his presence that remains is the feeling of his lips on mine that I keep replying in my head.
A/N: So, here it is the start of bade romance, only a small kiss I know but it was there, and also here is a full chapter just about them and their lives. I hope you enjoyed this chapter it was a faster update this time. Please read and review let me know what you think.
