Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: Oooh, sorry I didn't post this earlier. d: I never had time.... Well, this is the last chapter of DWK II and I hope you enjoy it!! I'm sorry it's not that long like the last chapter, but I hope you like it anyway. ^-^ Thank you to all of you who stayed with Emily and Jagger through both stories. Your reviews, favorites, and alerts made me really happy and were what kept me writing. I love nothing more than to please my readers with my writing, especially if they are hanging over the edge of their seats for the next update. [x You all are amazing and I'm really happy you enjoyed the two installments. ^-^ Well, R&R and enjoy the final chapter of Emily and Jagger in DWK. Chanku! Ciao! -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 26~x~x~

"Thank you for letting him dance with me, Jagger," I said to him while in his vintage hearse, driving towards the Coffin Club for our own little party. "It really meant a lot to him."

Jagger's lip tilted upwards, but not exactly in a smile. "I still don't like him. I've got that bad vibe."

"I think you only have that because of the way he's treated us," I said. "I talked to him when I walked off the stage with Bailey. He's really different and I think he's going to change his ways at school."

"Can you honestly believe that?" Jagger asked. I thought for a bit and nodded.

"Yeah, I can," I replied. "Did you see them in there? The twins? And, not only them, but all of the other preps and jocks?"

They'd all been so, well, nice to me, for lack of a better word. They smiled at me, waved to me, told me they liked my dress, thought I looked pretty. The preps and jocks told me this. Really! I'd never been so popular in a positive way. My popularity had extended positively from my Goth crowd. The preps and jocks actually liked me.

And, the weirdest thing was, the preps and jocks actually liked my Goth friends as well. All of them. And the Goths liked the preps and jocks. We'd all become friends. We'd all communicated with kind words. We'd all danced with each other; preps, jocks, and Goths alike. It was as if Horace Valen had gone from discriminating ghetto to a integrating utopia. Finally, there were peace amongst the two total opposite cliques.

"Yeah, I did," Jagger said, a smile creeping up on his face. "You've changed everybody tonight, and you didn't even have to win Homecoming Queen. You just had to sell out the jock, make nice with the princess, and everybody would love you. You even helped those cliques to love each other. They all accept one another. How'd you do it?" He arched an eyebrow, draping an arm around my seat.

I shrugged and grinned. "Dunno. Guess I'm just so amazing, huh?" I claimed. Jagger chuckled and kissed me on the lips as we turned into a parking space of the Coffin Club.

"Oh, you are definitely amazing, my vampiress," he whispered sultrily and enveloped me into one of those hot, controllable, wild, steamy, sexy kisses.

xXx

Things were so different, it were almost as if I were dreaming. I'd told Dad about the dance. He was disappointed I hadn't won, but ten billion times more proud of what I had done.

"You're a miracle worker, Emmy!" he exclaimed as he embraced me in a bear hug, kissing the top of my head. I would have chuckled, but I was losing breath from the lack of air in my circulation. Instead of agreeing with him, I was pounding on his back, gasping for him to let go of me. I wasn't mad at him; I knew he was just so proud of me, which made me feel like even more rich than the Farson twins and Donald Trump combined, and that's a lot of money, even with out Donald.

School was so weird, and yet so awesome. In the mornings before school started, the student population wasn't split up into preps/jocks and Goths. They were mingled together, conversing and laughing with each other. During passing periods while at our lockers, instead of teasing or trying to trip a Goth, jocks and preps kindly helped them with their books and walked to their shared classes. Lunch was just about the same as the morning times¾ we were all mixed together. Of course, I still sat with my crew, but occasionally one of the twins would sit with us with a couple of their friends and we'd enjoy their company.

The relationship between Bailey and Brian never really healed, but knowing they were siblings, we figured it had to repair some time. Bailey never really did forgive her brother for trying to cheat her of her crown, but they still sometimes talked. We don't know how it was at home for them, though; they never talked about one another when we had them alone. They definitely never sat together at lunch. If one of them were sitting with me and my friends, the other would sit elsewhere. It was sort of sad to see them like this. Perhaps it would change, just like everybody else seemed to. Perhaps I could help them repair their close sibling relationship. Then, of course, I don't think I'd know how, considering that I'm just an only child. Maybe tips from Jagger would help. He, after all, is a twin too.

xXx

Jagger and I sat in my bedroom one night after my dad had just gotten back from band practice. He still couldn't trust us alone, even though we'd been going out for about eight months and we knew better. Well, I knew better and Jagger claimed he knew better… well, I actually don't think he did know better.

The biting subject came up many times throughout our relationship. Jagger was truly anxious to bite me. He wanted to show me so many things the vampires did. He wanted to show me how to turn into a bat and how to use the fangs.

"I have fangs," I said, pointing to my fake permanent ones. "What's so different about real ones?"

"Oh, but Emmy, the authenticity of them is extravagant! Talk to Luna; she'll tell you," said Jagger.

"Luna had fake vampire fangs before she was turned?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yup. They fell out as soon as her real ones grew in. Man was she excited. Becoming a vampire was the happiest thing that could ever happen to her," he said, sighing.

"Yeah, but that's probably because she was the only human in a family full of vampires. No duh that'd be the happiest thing in her life; she'd finally be one like her family," I said, rolling my eyes.

He sighed. "Emmy, are you having second thoughts?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. I promised you I'd let you turn me, and I intend to keep that promise. I am anxious to turn. Being a vampire is only a Goth's dream. But you're comparing me to someone who isn't even from the same league as I. Luna is naturally a vampire, even if she was born human. I am not."

"I'm sorry," he said, glumly. "I'm just so excited for you. I'm finally going to have my covenant ceremony. I'm finally going to be bonded, and especially to the girl I'm so in love with."

I looked into his mismatching eyes and smiled gently. This vampire was so anxious, so eager to just sink his teeth into me, he wouldn't have a second thought. I wanted to be with him. I was glad I was the one who he wanted to be bonded with for all eternity; if there was any other girl I'd be furious. But leaving behind my humanity, my father, my human life… it was all such a big cost.

"Emmy," Jagger said softly, breaking me from my thoughts. He cupped his hands around my face, rubbing my cheeks with his black-painted thumbs. "Thank you so much for doing this for me. I know it's such a great cost. I know it's such a big deal for you. I promise you that you will still be able to see your father and your friends, it will just be at a different time. Good thing they're all night owls!" He laughed. "But really, thank you so much. You mean the world to me and I love you. I'm just so happy to have found the girl I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with, and that she feels the same."

I smiled widely and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Oh Jagger!" I cried. "I could never love anyone more than you. I'll try to be the best vampiress there ever was, just for you." I could totally do it, couldn't I? I mean, I already acted like I was a princess of the dark.

"Oh, but Emily," Jagger whispered in my ear, running his fingers through my black and bleached-blonde Scene hair, "you don't need to even try. You already do make the best vampiress there ever was… just naturally."