CHAPTER THREE: UP ON THE ROOF
I let myself into my foster family's apartment with my keys. It wasn't too late, only about eleven. But I knew that they'd freak, my foster parents "You can call me Mary" and "You can call me Jeff", I mean. Their little girl, Alexia, would be all "Ooh, you're in trouble!" Like she was my fucking little sister or something, just because I live there. Well, surprise for the Thomas's, because I'm not their daughter, and they're not my parents. I don't have to listen to a fucking word they say.
"I don't have to listen to a fucking word you say!" I yelled at YoucancallmeMary and YoucancallmeJeff. They had freaked, like I had suspected.
"Avarielle! Alexia is asleep." YoucancallmeMary said.
"I don't give a fuck about your daughter!" I yelled even louder. Man, was I pissed. I don't know why, I mean, all they did was say they'd ground me. It was only eleven! And if I was grounded, I wouldn't be able to go out and kill stuff! Stop the spread of evil! I had to, it was my sacred duty.
"Avarielle, please, keep the cussing to a minimum," YoucancallmeJeff told me gently.
"I'll keep the cursing however the hell I want it! You people aren't my parents! You're not my family! They're dead! I don't give a shit about you, your daughter, or how you people think of me! I have my own life, and you're not gonna keep me from it. And besides, it was only eleven!"
"Your curfew is ten thirty," YoucancallmeMary said.
"You're not my mother, you don't have the right to say when my curfew is. Besides, curfews are against my religious principles." A lame excuse I use for everything. It works with them, though.
"Avarielle, go to your room." YoucancallmeJeff said firmly.
"Gladly!" I said, and walked into my bedroom. Well, for tonight anyway. They'd probably call the agency tonight and say that they couldn't handle me. Whatever. I'd take their stereo.
I pulled off my jacket and threw it on the armchair. I pulled the stake out of my back pocket, put it in my dresser drawer, and I took off the cross. I was ready to sleep. I'd had a long day, with the laughing and whatnot. I sat on the bed and took off my combat boots, throwing them over by the chair, too. I pulled out some pajama pants and a tank top, and changed into my pajamas. Then I brushed my hair, put it back up in a low ponytail, and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
When I walked in there, I felt like someone was watching me. It was odd. I went over to the window and looked out. Nothing but the city. And especially nothing was out there because the fire escape was outside my window, not the bathroom window, and I was on the eighth floor. What was I thinking? I went back to the counter, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. When I was done, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I just stared at myself. The red streaked brown hair. The slightly tan, freckled face. Big brown eyes, long eyelashes, full pink lips. My thin, straight eyebrows. Zit free, normal face. I don't know what changed about me. I suddenly felt like I wasn't just the shell of Avarielle. I was the fullest me I could be. And I liked it. I'd never hit anyone so hard. I'd never yelled at my foster parents like that. I'd never laughed, never said so many words at the same time. It was almost as though this was why I was created. Why I was me. And it was scary, yeah, but I liked it. I smiled, showing my perfectly straight, white teeth. I never smile. Add that to the list of change. This smile wasn't a yearbook-picture-smile, though. It was a sort of secret smile. A smile that knew things others didn't, a smile that was scary, strong, and a really cool smile. I liked it. I don't know why I'd never tried to smile like that before. Maybe that's because you can't smile like that if you try. Only if you don't mean to can you make that smile. I stopped smiling, and went back to my room.
I felt like blasting Stonesour all throughout the apartment from my stereo, just to piss off YoucancallmeMary and YoucancallmeJeff and Alexa. I was too tired, though. Too annoyed to annoy, if you know what I mean. So, I turned off the main light, leaving on my lamp by my bedside. I sat down on the bed, took my book off the night stand, and started to read. After a few minutes, though, I felt like someone was watching me again. This time, I knew it was possible, though. My window was open, and that was where the fire escape was. Someone could be looking through there. Hmm. Does being the slayer come with paranoia? I closed my book, leaving it on the bed, and went over to my window. I looked out. Nothing there. I wanted to be sure that nobody was on the fire escape, though, so I climbed out, still in my pajamas and all. I looked around out there, and heard a noise. I looked up, at the floor above me's fire escape, and there was somebody up there. I went back into my room, and put on my Adidas and a sweatshirt, and went back out onto the fire escape. I looked back up, and saw that the person, whoever it was, was going up. I ran up the ladder to the next floor, then the next, then the next, then the next, until I got up to the roof. I saw a dark shadowy figure there. How Scream is that? And I called out to them.
"Turn around, coward. Too afraid to fight?" Yup, I was definitely different. The person turned, and I saw it was that Angel guy from earlier. Man, was I pissed!
"You again! I thought I told you to leave me alone!"
"I didn't mean to bother you, I just was watching you-"
The pervert!
"All right, that's it. I'm staking you good and-" I reached for my stake in my back pocket, but I had no back pocket. I was still in my pajamas, unarmed. Shit!
"Shit!" I said to myself.
"Something wrong?" He asked me. If it had been someone else, I would have said that it was snide, but it wasn't. He seemed worried, actually.
"No. Go away." I started to walk back towards the ladder.
"I'm not going to do that." I spun around, frustrated.
"I don't get you! First you step out of the shadows and say you're a vamp with a soul here to help me, and then you go all perverted stalker? If you want to piss someone off who deserves it, I can give you the names of some girls who would actually get scared-"
"That's not why I was here," he said.
"Then why were you here?" I was getting really worked up.
"I don't know, to tell you the truth." He just stood there, then, looking down a little. He was actually kind of- wait, no. Stop. Vampire. Creepy stalker vampire. And his eyes...wait! No! Bad Ari! Stop. Slow down. Deep breaths.
"Then leave me alone." I went back to the fire escape and went down all those ladders down to mine. I climbed back through the window, and shut it behind me. I locked it. I kicked off my Adidas and put my sweatshirt back in my drawer. I took a cross out of my desk, and put it in front of my window. Just in case that rule that said vampires can't come in unless they're invited was bullshit.
AN: Short and bad, but trust me. It gets better when she kills stuff. Then again, doesn't everything? 3 Musketeers bars for all who review!
I let myself into my foster family's apartment with my keys. It wasn't too late, only about eleven. But I knew that they'd freak, my foster parents "You can call me Mary" and "You can call me Jeff", I mean. Their little girl, Alexia, would be all "Ooh, you're in trouble!" Like she was my fucking little sister or something, just because I live there. Well, surprise for the Thomas's, because I'm not their daughter, and they're not my parents. I don't have to listen to a fucking word they say.
"I don't have to listen to a fucking word you say!" I yelled at YoucancallmeMary and YoucancallmeJeff. They had freaked, like I had suspected.
"Avarielle! Alexia is asleep." YoucancallmeMary said.
"I don't give a fuck about your daughter!" I yelled even louder. Man, was I pissed. I don't know why, I mean, all they did was say they'd ground me. It was only eleven! And if I was grounded, I wouldn't be able to go out and kill stuff! Stop the spread of evil! I had to, it was my sacred duty.
"Avarielle, please, keep the cussing to a minimum," YoucancallmeJeff told me gently.
"I'll keep the cursing however the hell I want it! You people aren't my parents! You're not my family! They're dead! I don't give a shit about you, your daughter, or how you people think of me! I have my own life, and you're not gonna keep me from it. And besides, it was only eleven!"
"Your curfew is ten thirty," YoucancallmeMary said.
"You're not my mother, you don't have the right to say when my curfew is. Besides, curfews are against my religious principles." A lame excuse I use for everything. It works with them, though.
"Avarielle, go to your room." YoucancallmeJeff said firmly.
"Gladly!" I said, and walked into my bedroom. Well, for tonight anyway. They'd probably call the agency tonight and say that they couldn't handle me. Whatever. I'd take their stereo.
I pulled off my jacket and threw it on the armchair. I pulled the stake out of my back pocket, put it in my dresser drawer, and I took off the cross. I was ready to sleep. I'd had a long day, with the laughing and whatnot. I sat on the bed and took off my combat boots, throwing them over by the chair, too. I pulled out some pajama pants and a tank top, and changed into my pajamas. Then I brushed my hair, put it back up in a low ponytail, and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
When I walked in there, I felt like someone was watching me. It was odd. I went over to the window and looked out. Nothing but the city. And especially nothing was out there because the fire escape was outside my window, not the bathroom window, and I was on the eighth floor. What was I thinking? I went back to the counter, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. When I was done, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I just stared at myself. The red streaked brown hair. The slightly tan, freckled face. Big brown eyes, long eyelashes, full pink lips. My thin, straight eyebrows. Zit free, normal face. I don't know what changed about me. I suddenly felt like I wasn't just the shell of Avarielle. I was the fullest me I could be. And I liked it. I'd never hit anyone so hard. I'd never yelled at my foster parents like that. I'd never laughed, never said so many words at the same time. It was almost as though this was why I was created. Why I was me. And it was scary, yeah, but I liked it. I smiled, showing my perfectly straight, white teeth. I never smile. Add that to the list of change. This smile wasn't a yearbook-picture-smile, though. It was a sort of secret smile. A smile that knew things others didn't, a smile that was scary, strong, and a really cool smile. I liked it. I don't know why I'd never tried to smile like that before. Maybe that's because you can't smile like that if you try. Only if you don't mean to can you make that smile. I stopped smiling, and went back to my room.
I felt like blasting Stonesour all throughout the apartment from my stereo, just to piss off YoucancallmeMary and YoucancallmeJeff and Alexa. I was too tired, though. Too annoyed to annoy, if you know what I mean. So, I turned off the main light, leaving on my lamp by my bedside. I sat down on the bed, took my book off the night stand, and started to read. After a few minutes, though, I felt like someone was watching me again. This time, I knew it was possible, though. My window was open, and that was where the fire escape was. Someone could be looking through there. Hmm. Does being the slayer come with paranoia? I closed my book, leaving it on the bed, and went over to my window. I looked out. Nothing there. I wanted to be sure that nobody was on the fire escape, though, so I climbed out, still in my pajamas and all. I looked around out there, and heard a noise. I looked up, at the floor above me's fire escape, and there was somebody up there. I went back into my room, and put on my Adidas and a sweatshirt, and went back out onto the fire escape. I looked back up, and saw that the person, whoever it was, was going up. I ran up the ladder to the next floor, then the next, then the next, then the next, until I got up to the roof. I saw a dark shadowy figure there. How Scream is that? And I called out to them.
"Turn around, coward. Too afraid to fight?" Yup, I was definitely different. The person turned, and I saw it was that Angel guy from earlier. Man, was I pissed!
"You again! I thought I told you to leave me alone!"
"I didn't mean to bother you, I just was watching you-"
The pervert!
"All right, that's it. I'm staking you good and-" I reached for my stake in my back pocket, but I had no back pocket. I was still in my pajamas, unarmed. Shit!
"Shit!" I said to myself.
"Something wrong?" He asked me. If it had been someone else, I would have said that it was snide, but it wasn't. He seemed worried, actually.
"No. Go away." I started to walk back towards the ladder.
"I'm not going to do that." I spun around, frustrated.
"I don't get you! First you step out of the shadows and say you're a vamp with a soul here to help me, and then you go all perverted stalker? If you want to piss someone off who deserves it, I can give you the names of some girls who would actually get scared-"
"That's not why I was here," he said.
"Then why were you here?" I was getting really worked up.
"I don't know, to tell you the truth." He just stood there, then, looking down a little. He was actually kind of- wait, no. Stop. Vampire. Creepy stalker vampire. And his eyes...wait! No! Bad Ari! Stop. Slow down. Deep breaths.
"Then leave me alone." I went back to the fire escape and went down all those ladders down to mine. I climbed back through the window, and shut it behind me. I locked it. I kicked off my Adidas and put my sweatshirt back in my drawer. I took a cross out of my desk, and put it in front of my window. Just in case that rule that said vampires can't come in unless they're invited was bullshit.
AN: Short and bad, but trust me. It gets better when she kills stuff. Then again, doesn't everything? 3 Musketeers bars for all who review!