Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: Hey guys. Well I finished another chapter. I was up till twelve in the morning writing this, so you better like it. LOL! Just kidding. Well, I'm visiting my grandmother right now so I don't know when I can come back on. I'll most likely be writing, but only at night since everybody will be sleeping and there won't be anything for me to do. I'm a vampire. I take vamp-shifts. LOL! Okay so, enjoy! -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 10~x~x~

I stared and stared at the paper with Jagger + Emily Forever scribbled in messy cursive all over it.

"No no no no no…I can't possibly feel this way. I can't think about this!" I cried aloud to myself. I took a deep breath, tore the paper out of the notebook and crumpled it up, aiming for the wastebasket, which I missed. I took another deep breath.

That had startled me. What the heck was I doing writing Jagger + Emily Forever? Need I say why it is extremely weird for me to write that? I barely know the guy! Jeesh, what was wrong with me? Apparently a lot of things since I'd been saying that to myself a lot lately.

I glanced at my Nightmare Before Christmas alarm clock. Three thirty p.m. I sighed. I was bored. I grabbed my iPod Video, stuck my black ear buds into my ears, and climbed back underneath my Nightmare Before Christmas bedspread. Slowly while listening to Slayer, I drifted back to sleep.

xXx

I walked into the Coffin Club after Romeo had stamped my hand. A neon purple vampire bat appeared on my hand. I smiled; that was so cool.

The club, as usual, was filled with dancing Goths, only they were moshing to a different band. Dad's band wasn't playing today. But he had let me come to the club myself, which was pretty cool of him. Just as long as I took care of myself, he was okay with it. And he trusted me, which was a good thing.

I made my way through the crowds of moshing Goths. Like last time, Goth guys were checking me out constantly. What, was I somewhat pretty to them? Wow, what an amazing feeling. Jagger had said I was beautiful (which made me blush, even when I thought about it). I smiled back at them as they glanced down my body, which was a bit awkward, but I tried to ignore it. As long as nobody made a move on me (Ahem! Jagger!), then I was fine.

I made my way to the restroom, walking through the door that read Ghouls. I set my black bag on the counter and looked at myself in the mirror.

My clubbing clothes today consisted of a torn black boat-neck, dark blue super skinny jeans with stud and missile belts hanging from my hips, and five-inch black Mary Jane's. I was happy my hair looked great instead of a floppy mess. I had clipped a large black bow on the side of my head. My eyes were outlined in thick black eyeliner (like always) and pastel pink eye shadow. My lips were coated in pastel pink lipstick as well, as my cheeks were padded with some blush.

I took out my mascara from my purse to give my eyelashes one more coating when my Blackberry vibrated. I closed my mascara and took my phone out of my butt pocket of my jeans.

Hey baby gurl. U here at tha club?

Jagger. And since when did he call me "baby girl"?

I responded quickly.

Yeah. Wats w/ the pet name?

I rolled my eyes while it sent. He responded shortly after.

Come outside, baby. I wanna sho u sumthing.

I looked at the text message strangely. Show me what? I was actually afraid to know. But I was also very curious. Wondering what the heck he was talking about, I replied back.

Show me wat? And where outside?

He responded instantly. I didn't even have a chance to wait anxiously for his reply.

In tha parking lot. U kno, where we first met. And it's a surprise.

Ugh, he was trying to make me remember that night where I first met Jagger, and where we also made out, me almost taking my clothes off right in front of him. I rolled my eyes. A surprise? Now I was really scared. How do I know he wasn't going to just jump out and rape me in that back alley where he first appeared?

Because you know Jagger isn't like that, I thought. I scoffed. How did I know that? And why the heck was I arguing with myself? Geez, I was going nuts.

My Blackberry vibrated again.

Hullo? Em? RU there? Come on baby. Hurry up! I'm waiting…: )

Oh my God! What the heck was he saying? And why was he calling me baby? We weren't dating, I thought I had made that clear to him.

Yeah, I'm coming. Y do u keep calling meeh baby? Quit it. U kno we aren't dating.

There. That should quit the pet names. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and rolled my eyes. Whatever he wanted, he was waiting anxiously and it seemed he couldn't be waiting any longer. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the restroom.

I made my way through the crowds of Goths and out through the back door where I stumbled out the first time I was here, thinking I had walked into the Ghouls room.

The air was cool and the sky was dark when I got outside. The cool air actually felt good against my skin, but, then again, I was covered up more than last time when I was wearing that leather mini dress. Hey, it'd won some hot Goth guy hearts over, especially one with white hair and green and blue eyes.

I looked around and narrowed my eyes, breathing heavily. Okay, so where was he? Had he tricked me? Cuz, let me tell you, it was not very funny. I folded my arms across my chest and walked around the parking lot, feeling like a moron.

"Jagger? Jagger, where the hell are you?" I called, slight impatience flowing through my tone.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my shoulders and I instantly turned around. It was Jagger, towering over me even in my five-inch heels. Just goes to show you how short I am. He was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt that almost blended in with his skin (because he's so pale), black skinny jeans, and black leather combat boots. The red tips in his hair hung in his face, but not shielding his luscious mix-matched eyes from me. His pale lips were spread in a smile.

"Hey baby," he mused. I groaned.

"Jagger, why do you keep calling me that? Did you not read my text message?" I asked, annoyed. He stroked my cheek, his pewter skeleton earring dangling from his right ear.

"Oh, but you are my baby," he said. "You're mine." I widened my eyes.

"Um, excuse me but, no. I am most certainly not yours, or anybody's. Jagger, we're supposed to be 'just friends', remember?" I said, but he was too focused on rubbing a lock of my Scene hair against his face.

"Mmm…so wonderful, so fragile, so delicious…"

My eyes widened even more. What had he just said?

Jagger looked down at me, his eyes piercing right through me.

And then I saw it. What I had been waiting for. The fangs.

They extended from his canines as he widened his mouth. His hand reached up and rested on a part of my neck, gripping it tightly. I winced and stared back at his fangs. Those were real. They weren't fake like my dad's or Lucian's. Those were real vampire fangs. Which made Jagger Maxwell a vampire.

I gasped. "Jagger--"

He was reaching down towards my neck. I tried pulling away, but his grip was too strong, his hands firmly glued to my shoulders.

But wasn't this what I had wanted? To fall in love with a vampire and get turned? I wasn't in love with Jagger--though I did think he was hot and sexy--but I wanted to become a vampire more than anything. It's just, at that moment, I was so scared. I was so in love with vampires, I never thought I'd be afraid of one. But, then again, I never thought I'd actually meet one either, not to mention make-out with one.

Oh my God, I had made out with a vampire.

Jagger's tongue ran along my collarbone to the small of my neck where he had been gripping. My breathing was heavy; I almost felt like I was going to hyperventilate.

"Isn't this what you wanted, baby? To become someone like me?" He was referring to being turned. Of course this was what I wanted, ever since I was born, practically. But my gut was telling me this was all wrong. I was scared. I didn't want to go through with this anymore.

"Besides," he continued, "your blood smells so…delicious."

Oh my God, he was going to drink my blood. My blood! I screamed.

"Oh no," Jagger said, clamping a hand over my mouth. "You don't make any noise now. Not while I'm in the middle of feeding. Let me drink you, baby, then I'll give you anything you want." He chuckled sinisterly as I felt his fangs touch my skin. I felt the pierce of the point through my skin and…

And my eyes flew open. I looked around; I was in my new awesome bedroom. I sat up and took a deep breath, and then suddenly I checked my neck, feeling for any punctures. I ran over to my mirror and took a good look at my neck. No holes. No bites. Just flawless, pale skin.

I sighed of relief and flopped back on my bed. That was extremely terrifying. Sure, I was about to be turned into something I'd been wanting to become since I first walked the earth, but just being in that situation…it wasn't like I had expected. It was not romantic at all. He took me out to a freaking parking lot for crying out loud!

But I think the scariest part was actually seeing he was a vampire. I'd love vampires from the first time I watched Dracula, but seeing Jagger with fangs and about to bite me really freaked me out.

Ah crap. I would never be able to see Jagger the same way again.