Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: Finished another one! Hooray! Hope you enjoy! Happy New Year! -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 13~x~x~

"Jagger, tell me what the hell we are doing here. You told me we weren't coming to the Coffin Club!" I exclaimed.

Jagger parked his vintage hearse behind the Coffin Club where I had first met him. I was so angry and confused and really did not want to be here. Who did Jagger think I was? Some puppet to lie to and manipulate? Nope. I didn't think so.

I crossed my arms across my chest and sighed heavily. Jagger looked over at me and sighed as well.

"Emily, look. I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you," he said.

"And you know that I don't want to get any further with you from friends," I retorted, looking away from him. "And besides," I added, my tone a lot softer, "if you just wanted to see me, you could have just been honest about everything. I really hate it when people lie to me. It makes me feel, well, in the dark." I looked back at Jagger, draining all anger from my face and replacing it with sadness and hurt. "If you'd just tell the truth, maybe I'd think of you differently."

"How do you think of me?" asked Jagger.

"Like a jerk. A white-haired, multicolored-eyed Goth jerk." I sighed. Jagger sighed as well.

"Look, I am sorry, okay? Let's just…forget about everything and start over, starting from when I picked you up, 'kay?" he suggested. He clapped his hands together and pleaded. "Emmy, I…I…" He took my hands and held them tightly, staring into my eyes. Oh no, those luscious mismatching eyes were working charms on me. Charms I did not wanted cast on me.

"Emily," he whispered and leaned in closer to me, his nose almost touching mine.

I had to pull back, I had to. I wanted to. I couldn't do this again. I couldn't let him manipulate me again.

But I didn't pull back. I didn't pull my hands from his. And even though I still was afraid of that vampire-Jagger nightmare, I couldn't help but see the sexiness in his face, the promise in his eyes, the love in his words.

I bit my lip. Snap out of it Emily! I yelled at myself. I shook my mind of the thoughts of Jagger and sighed, pulling my hands and face away from his. His face twisted into utter confusion.

"Emily?'

"Jagger, I'll pretend none of our arguments ever happened this evening, but I won't pretend I never said that I want us to be more than friends, cuz I don't," I said. His face had dropped even more. I lifted his chin so that he could face me.

"Hey, stop moping. Just because I don't want to date you doesn't mean I don't want to see you. What was it you wanted to tell me?"

He looked into my eyes again, full of innocence and purity, even though he wasn't all that innocent or pure. He took a deep breath.

And then a wide, sly grin danced on his lips. I was so taken aback from his sudden change in attitude. He was so depressed, and then he turned all sly. What was up with him?

"Can't tell you just yet. You're going to have to wait," he said cunningly. "Now, I wanna show you something,"

He got out of the hearse and opened my door for me. I grabbed my bag and climbed out. He shut the door after me and walked up to the back door of the Coffin Club. He pulled out the same key ring with his hearse key and the other abundance of key chains and keys.

"I meant to ask you last time but, how is it you have a key to the Coffin Club?" I asked as he unlocked the door.

"Well, I kinda live here," he admitted. I raised my eyebrows.

"Huh?"

"I'll show you," he promised.

"Wait, you live in the club?"

"Yeah, I needed a place to crash when I came from Romania and I found a vacant room."

"You came from Romania?" Wow. I never would have guessed that. He didn't even have an accent or anything.

Jagger nodded. "Yup."

"What about the rest of your family? Do they all live in your room?"

Jagger shook his head. "No, my family is back in Romania; my mother, father, sister, and brother."

"Oh, you have siblings?" I asked. I always wondered what it was like to have siblings, since I was an only child.

"Yes. Luna and Valentine. Luna is my twin and Valentine is my younger brother."

"Why did you leave your family in Romania?" I asked.

"Here, we'll continue this conversation inside. I don't want you to stand in the cold." I blushed and he opened the door for me. He escorted me inside the familiar building, even though I'd only been here once before (well twice if you count that dream).

The club, like before, was filled with dancing and drinking and moshing Goths. And, once again, Goth guys checked me out, staring at me with eagerness as their eyes rolled down my body. Jagger wrapped his arm around my waist and gave them looks of death. The Goth guys looked away, going back to minding their own business as if I had never crossed their path.

I looked up at Jagger, one arched eyebrow.

"What?"

"Jagger, you don't need to do that. I'm not saying that I particularly like it"--though it actually made me kind of giddy--"guys can flirt and check me out if they want to. It's not like I'm taken or anything," I reminded. Jagger squeezed his hold on my waist.

"I don't like the way they look at you. They look at you like you're a brand new toy. All guys want nowadays is sex from girls like you," he said.

You're one to talk, I said in my mind.

Hold on. What had he meant by girls like me? Was he referring to me as a slut? Oh ho, buddy, if he knew what was good for him, he better not be thinking that.

"What do you mean, 'girls like me'?" I asked suspiciously.

"You're a beautiful girl. Guys see an amazingly sexy girl, they wanna screw her. That's all I'm saying," he said.

A small smile pranced around my lips. I'm an amazingly sexy girl? Okay, so he hadn't really said that. However, he did say that I was a beautiful girl. And that's way more meaningful than saying I was sexy, right?

"You're smiling," Jagger noticed, chuckling. My small immediately dropped.

"No I'm not," I denied.

"No need to hide it! You have a beautiful smile." He lifted my chin to his face, our lips almost touching again. Even though our face was inches apart, I could not feel his breath. Was he even breathing? Perhaps he had bad breath and didn't want me to smell it?

But he said I had a beautiful smile! I couldn't help but smile shyly at that. I had admit, Jagger did know how to flatter a girl. Boy, was he good with the compliments.

"Okay, so where are we going?" I asked. Jagger's face glowed with excited.

"Oh, that's right! Come on." He took my hand and led me to a part of the Coffin Club.