Stuff: I love you all. I do. Honestly. All the reviews have been super-duper AMAZING. Much thanks to all who have. Oh, yeah, new theme songs (ish).

Aiza: 1985- Bowling for Soup (I don't even know. Don't ask.)

Vlad: Savior- Rise against

Edward: Check my Brain- Alice in Chains

All will make sense if you keep reading.

Chapter 10

I wonder how much trouble it would be to kill Andrew without anyone finding out. Really, I think Fate must get a kick out of my suffering, what with the idiotic friends he gave me.

"He-he just-HAHAHAHA-WALKED AWAY?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" One of said idiotic friends was rolling on the floor, looking dangerously close to pissing himself. I grit my teeth (well, fangs, actually) as I resisted biting him. Really, I'm getting tired of being laughed at because of the non-stop perils of my apparently comical life. Well, I needed to share my laments with someone, so now I'm hanging out with Lily, October-who seems to be taking sadistic pleasure from my never-ending agony-, Kristoff, Sprat and Jack. And Andrew. Of course Andrew.

The bane of my sporking existence.

Guess who's laughing?

"Wow, kitten, you must really turn men off!" He grinned, wiping tears from his face. I, of course, became as mad as a cat that was just shoved into a toilet that was just used by a fat man in McDonald's.

"What did you say?" I reeled back my hand for a massive bitchslap.

"Mm? Has this kitty got claws?" He grinned again, and that was when I released the bitchslap of the century.

SLAP!

October, Sprat, Lily and Jack fell over themselves laughing as Kristoff smirked. Andrew just laughed it off.

Screw him.

Fucking playboys. Slaps just don't affect them as much as they used to.

After the red had faded from Andrew's face, we decided to turn on some really loud music and dance like idiots.

Mm. Nothing like tortured emo rock and bad dancing to distract you from boy troubles.

After a while, Jack and Sprat decided to start making out, and that was about when everyone decided to vacate Sprat's basement to give the lovebirds some room. We simultaneously started running towards Eat when we reached the sunlight. October slapped Kristoff's butt as she ran past, dragging me behind her, and I was dragging Lily behind me. So basically, Kristoff not only got his ass slapped, he was also run over by two different girls as they all ran like maniacs to get their hands on half baked, overpriced brownies and bad espressos.

Sometimes you have to pity the man.

But then again, if he gathered up enough testosterone inflated manly pride to ask October out already, then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much to sit down. She only does it to get his attention, anyway.

Maybe I should slap Vlad's butt…

Or maybe Edward's…

LALALALALALALALALALATIMESKIPLALALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lily was asked on a date. By a baseball player with a nice car. Who just so happens to be Henry's brother. Yeah, you can imagine that Lily leaped at that chance. So, of course, I had to walk home all on my lonesome. So, of course it had to rain as I walked home. So, of course Lily had to be the one with the umbrella. And I'm wearing mascara.

OMG, I'm a raccoon face!

Whatever.

Now, for once, Fate must have felt bad about giving me such bad friends and decided to be nice to me for once.

Ish.

Edward came up beside me and held out his umbrella.

"Need some help?" He smiled crookedly, even though he looked absolutely and positively exhausted. Seriously. He even had purple-grey bags under his eyes. And yet he still managed to perform a Charming Mad Hatter smile. Brilliant. How are boys just naturally born with the ability to know what makes girls like them? It's positively insane. But, to even the playing field, I give a brilliant answer.

"Oh, NO, Edward. Why in the WORLD would I be in need of HELP?!" Oh, to top of the list in the beginning. My period just started as I was walking home from school. So now I have that jello-y feeling and massive cramps on top of everything else. Edward looked mildly terrified at my answer.

"I definitely don't need help, EVEN though I have been ABANDONED by those I love, EVEN though it raining and I look like a drowned raccoon, EVEN though there is NO freaking Midol in the house. Now tell me, Edward, WHY the HELL would I need HELP in my freaking position?!" His face just went from mildly terrified to full blown Friday the 13th type face. Penile thinkers always seem to do that when women talk about their bleeding girly bits. How strange.

"Oh. Well, I'm very sorry to have asked. I'm not going to comment." His eyes closed and his face was suddenly lined with exhaustion. Wow, he was really looking unhealthy.

"Whoa, hey, are you okay?" He rolled his eyes to me, looking curious. "Did you get the H1N1 vaccine? I heard that being tired is a warning signal." Edward was looking amused now. "WHAT? So I'm NOT allowed to be worried?" He smiled slightly.

"It's not the flu, Aiza…I'm just tired."

"Mmhmm. Okay. Fine." As I was saying this I was taking his umbrella and linking his arm with mine, leading him back to my house.

"Aiza…"

"Shut up. I will give you tea with honey; you will drink the tea with honey as I take your temperature, and when you're done you'll be like 'wow, Aiza, thanks for the tea. Now you'll sleep well knowing that I am not sick.' And then you will bundle up and go straight home, where you will change into flannel pyjamas, watch a movie and go to bed early." He continued looking amused throughout my tirade, as I unlocked my door and led him inside. For some reason, the song 'Umbrella' got stuck in my head as I got him settled on the couch with a blanket around him, even though he protested, and while I was making his tea. Humming loudly and somewhat off-tune, I shoved the tea into his hands.

"Aiza, I really don't need to drink-" I whacked him over the head.

"Drink."

"Aiza-" WHACK!

"Drink."

"Aiza-" WHACK!

"I can continue this all day, so if you care about your remaining brain cells, you will drink the tea." I raised my hand in warning again, and Edward shrunk away, lifting the mug to his lips. He started taking big gulps.

"Good boy."

He smiled as I sat next to him and plugged my iPod into the speakers on the coffee table. The first cords of 'Rain' by Breaking Benjamin began to echo around the room. Edward smiled slightly as a realization came over me. I had a hot, very nice-although probably unstable- boy in my house. On the couch next to me.

Oh, my god.

Wait, what about Vlad?

I like them both.

HOLY CRAP!

Have I become a shameless vixen?

I was freaking out on the inside when Edward spoke.

"You like this song?" He seemed incredulous. His voice brought me back to my surroundings, out of my horrible mush-brain images of my being a terrible floozy.

"Ahh…what?" He looked amused as he repeated his question.

"Oh, yeah, I do. Otherwise, you know, it wouldn't be on my iPod, and I wouldn't be listening to it and-" He laughed.

"I get it. You just seem to be the type of person to listen to happy, oh-isn't-the-world-wonderful songs." I nodded. Even though I didn't really get what he just said. We sat next to each other in silence as we listen to the singer crooning about rain. Sweet Jesus, I could feel his body heat from here. I had a minor twitching spaz and I slammed my wrist against his forehead to check his temperature. Unfortunately, I didn't think about the fact that I might push him over.

I really need to encourage my brain to do something instead of be mush for once.

Although I didn't much mind toppling into him.

"Oh, god, Aiza." Wow, I never knew one could sound both awkward and exasperated at the same time. He helped me into a sitting position, and that happened to get our faces close together. I could feel his breath on my face, and my fangs decided to make a surprise appearance. I held my breath, the air seeming to get thinner.

Edward whispered something unintelligible as he tipped my head up with his hand. His lips were about a millimeter from mine when his eyes widened and he leaned away, gathering up his things.

"Aiza…I really have to go. Thanks for everything. I'll watch 'The Ring' or something when I get home." He let himself out just as the first pang of rejection started up in my chest. I felt a stinging behind my eyes, and I let out a shuttering breath. I didn't even know why it hurt so much.

You know what? I'm just gonna blame it on my period and the mood swings that accompany it.

Not because I like both Vlad and Edward, and that they apparently don't like me back.

I really am a shameless vixen.

I sobbed slightly, tears running down my face.

This time the mascara stripes had nothing to do with rain.

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Vlad's POV

I rolled over and cursed the demonic time-telling device called the alarm clock. The little numbers on the right hand side had only increased by 15, the time now being 3:56. I snarled-I really have been doing that a lot lately- as I got up and started pacing in my room. Goddammit. Why did the exact memories I was trying to ignore decide to pop up in my head when I'm trying to sleep? I hissed as I went downstairs and grabbed a blood bag. The memories replayed in my head as I bit down.

"It's not fair for any living creature to be alone, even ones that drink blood." Aiza was looking down as she said this, her face soft. My eyes widened as I did something undeniably idiotic. I cursed slightly as I tipped her head up to mine. Why the hell was life doing this to me? Putting this…this insane girl in front of me, tempting me to expose myself for someone who-if she had any brains- would run away, but, from what I saw, allow me to get to close, close enough to slip up and kill her? Such an idiot. Why the hell did she decide to come and fuck up my life even more? Her eyes were wide when she looked up at me, surprised at how close we were. An emotion swelled in my chest, one that I didn't want to analyze for fear of what I might find, as I brought our faces even closer. Just a kiss… And then fire ripped through from my throat, spreading through my body. The urge to rip her throat, to drink her blood until she was cold, made me gasp. I had to get away. I slipped away regretfully, pulling out my cell phone to call Snow.

I winced. I barley had time to recover before the next one ran through my mind.

"Vlad." Oh, god. Meredith turned up at exactly the wrong time, being only seconds after I hung up with Snow. I couldn't hurt her, not Meredith…it was hard to know that I couldn't be with her without killing her. The urge to hold Meredith, to protect her, swept though me. I clenched my hands and turned towards her. "Meredith, this really isn't a good-" She moved forwards and wrapped her arms around my waist. I gasped as the fire ripped through me again. I clenched my jaw as hard as I could, to avoid hurting her. "Vlad, please. I-I really care for you. I don't know why you did what you did, but I still care for you, and I know you still care for me. If you're in trouble, that's fine with me. If this is emotional…Vlad, I can help. Just let me in." I almost laughed. She thought I was depressed, and that's why I ended things. She said she wanted to help me. I winced as I thought of what I had to do next. I had to hurt her, and I would have to keep hurting her, to keep her safe. I forced my voice to be cold. "You can help me by staying away." I pushed her back and turned around, walking away.

I winced again. Dammit. Maybe it would easier if I gift wrapped myself and drove to the Stokerton council right now. I laughed bitterly at that thought. Things would be a lot easier. The thought of Aiza, 5 houses over, made my fangs elongate, even as I threw the empty blood bag away. I sighed again, but froze as I heard the door opening. Some one was breaking in? I got up from the table to look out into the hall to look out, only to be shocked when I saw Lily heading towards me.

What the hell?

I was even more shocked when she reeled back and slapped me.

"What the hell?" I hiss.

"Don't you what the hell me! Not only do you play with Aiza's feelings-she's not a freaking Barbie- but you hurt Meredith even more?! What the fuck is wrong with you? You sadist!" Lily let out a deep breath before smiling at me. "Have a nice night!" She waved slightly and turned on her heels and let herself out of the house, acting like this was a normal occurrence.

She must be bi-polar.

With my cheek stinging and a strong resolve to start researching the nearest asylum, I make my way back upstairs. I was way too tired to even think about what happened.

My last thought before I fell asleep was something along the lines of What the hell.

End notes: In all honesty, I don't know what to think of this chapter. I really don't. Just so you know, I based Lily off of someone I know, who would definitely break and enter to bitchslap someone. Reviews would be amazing. *coughveVeoncough* Speaking of veVeon, go read and review on her stories, too. You'll find her on my favourite authors page.