Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: Hey everyone. Still at my grandparents' house. But I did finish writing a chapter today. Hooray for me! :D So, I hope you enjoy and hopefully I'll be able to write more tonight. -Michele


~x~x~Chapter 11~x~x~

My Nightmare Before Christmas clock read five thirty p.m. when I looked at it. I ran my fingers through my messy Scene hair and sighed. I hadn't been sleeping for a long time, but it seemed like I had just woken up from a thousand-year slumber. I rubbed my eyes and walked out of my room.

Dad was in the kitchen and was cooking some eggs. I could hear the sizzling from the small hallway. He was dressed in some black pajama pants and an over-sized Slipknot band shirt, his hair messy in his ponytail.

He turned and saw me stumbling into the kitchen.

"Hey kiddo. Had a good night sleep?" he asked. I shrugged and nodded. "How do you like your eggs?"

"We're having a really late breakfast?" I chuckled.

"Yep. Or you can just call it dinner,"

"You're making eggs,"

"So? Eggs make a perfect dinner. Eggs make a perfect anything meal," he said.

I rolled my eyes and laughed, sitting down at the small table. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I know you're only saying that because eggs are your favorite food,"

He shrugged. "Yeah, I know,"

"Well, I like my eggs scrambled," I said, answering his question.

"Cool. So do I," he said. I fumbled with my thumbs. I couldn't really get rid of that dream (or would it be a nightmare?) of Jagger. I just hated the fact that whenever I think about him or see him now, I'm never gonna think of him the same, not without remembering that scary vampire self.

Dad brought me eggs and set a whole bunch of other stuff to put on them like cheese, Tabasco sauce, ketchup, et cetera. He went back to the counter and came back with his plate of eggs as well, his plate stacked and stacked with eggs.

"I love eggs," he sighed and took two slices of American cheese and placed it on top of his pile, waiting for it to melt. He then poured Tabasco sauce and ketchup and sprinkled onion chunks over his eggs. I stared at him as he anxiously dug in.

"Well go on," he said. "Dig in."

I basically put everything he put on his eggs, only I didn't stuff my face. I stabbed some scrambled eggs with my fork and ate them.

"So how'd you like the Coffin Club? Did you have a good time?" Dad asked after he washed his eggs down with some OJ.

I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun. It's really neat. Totally wicked," I said.

"That's good. I'm glad you liked it. But about that Jagger guy…"

Oh no. Jagger. I really didn't want to talk about him at the moment. The vision of his fangs and piercing eyes startled me.

"Did you really allow him to date me?" I blurted. Dad looked at me for a long time.

"Well, isn't that what you wanted?" he asked.

"Dad, what exactly did Jagger tell you last night?"

"You were standing right next to him. You weren't listening?" he asked, scooping some more eggs on his fork.

"Well…" No, I hadn't been listening. I'd been too busy thinking about why I couldn't date him, and what it would be like if I did date him. Little had I known they were actually talking about that subject at that moment.

"No, you weren't, huh?" he guessed, his lips forming a straight line, arching an eyebrow.

My face flushed red with embarrassment and stuffed another forkful of eggs in my mouth.

"Anyway, he's was saying how you two had really gotten to know each other at the club while you were dancing," Dad started. Yeah, I sure did get to know him, alright. Enough to know that he likes making out with girls he finds attractive before he gets to know them. I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes.

"What else did he say?" I asked.

"Well first of all, was he telling the truth? Are you asking me this because he was lying?" he asked, his voice firm now. Dad was getting protective again--and I didn't blame him. Hell, I'd be overprotective too if my daughter was asking me questions like this. I didn't blame him for getting suspicious.

"I--" I should tell him. I should totally tell him that Jagger was a lying jerk and that I had actually made-out with him outside, which is how I had met him, and that I had a dream he was a vampire. Oh yeah, and that he was also in love with me.

But I didn't. I didn't tell him.

"No, he wasn't lying," I sighed. "I was just curious."

Dad gave me a weird look. "Oh, okay."

"Can you still tell me what else he said?" I asked softly.

"Umm, he said something along the lines of he wasn't raised to knock up girls or hurt them or anything. Something like that, I don't remember. But he sounded like he was pretty trustworthy, so I allowed it. And to top it all off, he asked permission to date you, which I think is a great quality in a guy. I thought he was good enough for you." He took a drink of his orange juice.

I stabbed some more eggs with my fork, only this time I didn't eat them. I played with my melted cheese, not saying anything afterwards. Damn you, Jagger. You had won my father's trust. He would have immediately lost it if I had told Dad the truth. So it's actually my fault. I should be damning myself. Jeesh.

Dad and I finished our egg dinner in silence. I collected the dirty dishes and took them to the sink, rinsing them off before putting them in the dishwasher.

"Em are you okay? You were oober silent throughout dinner. Did you like the eggs?" Dad asked, coming up from behind me, watching me load the dishwasher.

"Yeah Dad, I'm fine," I responded. Jagger was such a freaking liar! And what was even worst, I was! I couldn't believe I had just lied like that to my father, who was really protective over these situations.

But I wanted to see Jagger again. That was why I hadn't said the truth. I was protecting our friendship. I wanted Jagger as a friend, even though I had been writing Jagger + Emily Forever, unconsciously. I don't know why I had been writing that, though. I've been trying to forget about that all day, but so far I had not been successful.

When I finished washing the pan that my dad had cooked the eggs in, I walked towards my room.

"Hey Emmy, you wanna play a round of Guitar Hero?" Dad called from the couch, turning on the Xbox 360 and grabbing a guitar controller.

"Yeah sure," I said. "I'll be right back, though,"

I walked into my room and found my Blackberry vibrating on my nightstand next to my Nightmare Before Christmas clock, the screen glowing. Curious, I grabbed my phone and checked it.

I had received about four text messages. All from Jagger.

Wait a second, I thought. How did he get a hold of my number?

And then I remembered.

Oh yeah, I called him earlier.

I opened the first message.

Hey, I'm awake. : )

This was sent at six o'clock p.m. sharp. Oh okay, he wakes up at six. That's good to know. I scrolled down to the next one.

Em, u there?

Six o-two. Jeesh, impatient are we? Guess he really wanted to talk to me.

Emily, wats goin on? RU ignoring meeh? : (

Oh my goodness. Jeesh, again! Chill out Jagger. I didn't fall off the face of the earth, if that's what you're thinking.

I closed that message and opened the last one, which was sent at six thirty, which was five minutes ago. Rolling my eyes (I tend to do that a lot), I opened it up.

Emily Payne, y arent u answering meeh? I wanna talk 2 u about sumthin.

Whoa, he used my full name. It must be urgent. Either that or he was just desperate to talk to someone. I stopped his agony and responded finally.

Hey Jagger. Glad UR awake. LOL. Wats up?

I took my phone back to the family room where my dad was waiting for me to start the game.

"Geez, what were you doing in there? Writing a novel? Let's rock!" he cried, very cheesy. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Okay!" I exclaimed. I grabbed the other wireless Les Paul and joined in.

We played many rounds on Expert. I'm a pretty wicked player, but it turned out that my dad was so much better than I was. Maybe it was because he actually plays guitar. That's a disadvantage I had.

When we finished our fifth song, I felt my Blackberry vibrate in my lap. While Dad was picking out a new song, I read Jagger's text message.

Sry. Waz busy 4 a sec. Lets get 2gethr. Here at tha Coffin Club. 2nite.

I raised an eyebrow with suspicion. Why'd he want me to go to the Coffin Club under such short notice? Was he going to tell me what he wanted to tell me so badly? If so, why not just tell me now over text message? Besides, I wasn't even sure my dad would let me out at night.

I wrote back my reply.

Y so sudden? I'm not even sure my dad will let me out neway.

He replied quickly after.

Cuz I wanna cu. Ask ur dad. Plz? Besides, I need 2 tell u sumthing.

I sighed.

Y cant u just tell meeh now?

He was replying so fast that I didn't even have a chance to think. Dad had started the game, so I couldn't respond right away. My phone kept vibrating while I was playing.

"Who are you talking to?" asked Dad during the game.

"Jagger. He wants me to go over to the Coffin Club tonight," I replied.

"Tonight?" he asked, astonished. I nodded.

"Yep. I didn't tell him that I would go, but would you let me?" I asked.

Dad didn't respond right away. He kept his focus on the game.

"Hold on," he said, and he waited until the game was over. He sighed. "How late?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Let me see what he said," I said and checked the message. No wait, messages.

I opened the first message.

Cuz it wouldn't mean nething ovr txt. I wanna tell u in person.

I sighed.

"What? What did he say?" Dad asked eagerly.

"No it's not about the Coffin Club. Well, maybe it is but he's saying that he wants to tell me something in person. I have a pretty good feeling what it might though," I muttered.

"Oh," he replied.

"Wait, I still have another unread message." I closed the first message and opened the second.

Emmy… : ( Plz don't ignore meeh. Oh and ask ur dad plz.

Okay Jagger! Jeesh!

"He really wants me to go and to ask you about it," I said.

"Well ask him how late you're gonna stay," Dad said. I gave him a bewildered look.

"Are you saying that it's okay?" I asked. He shrugged.

"He is your boyfriend, isn't he? And besides, I trust him." He grinned down at me. I didn't return it but sighed and replied back to Jagger.

Well he said its ok, but he wants 2 kno how l8 I'll b out.

Again, his response came faster than you could whipped cream.

Really? Wicked! Ok I'll pick u up in 10. O and I'll bring u back around 2.

Ten minutes? Was he crazy? I was not going to be ready in ten minutes.

"He said we'll be out until two. And he also said he was going to pick me up in ten minutes,"

"Ten minutes?" Dad almost choked. "Can he really get here that fast?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. Must live close by,"

"Well, okay, I guess. You better get ready for your date." He nudged me with a goofy smile. I rolled my eyes.

"Dad, please…" I groaned.