1 Glamour
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3 I stared at myself in the mirror, satisfied with the stylist job on my hair. Instead of plain Barbie doll blond hair, streaks of bright purple hair peeked out every which way adding a rebellious edge to the rich socialite I had become since high school.
4 I smiled faintly and remembered my best friend Madelyn Olslin and her lover Julian. When we first met, she was an outcast who most likely would have ended her life before she graduated. Now she was touring the world's libraries adding to the ultimate knowledge she already possessed.
My thoughts then turned to another friend, Damon Salvatore and his girlfriend Angel Taliesin. The two of them were opposite as day and night. Damon was a vampire and Angel was a vampire slayer. But thanks to my guardian Keegan and the revelation that he was Angel's brother, the two fell in love.
The thought of Keegan made my gaze move to my left hand where the beautiful alexandrite ring rested on my left index finger as testament of Keegan's ownership of me.
"All I refuse and thee I choose" I whispered as my spirit silently cried out in outrage and my heart warmed with the thought of Keegan choosing me.
I forced Keegan out of my mind as I applied blush to my pale cheeks, careful not to get any dust on my blue flame mid-drift tank top and black lace pull over. Eyeliner was put on to draw attention to my ash-gray eyes, the best feature. After I added a dash of violet lipstick, I turned and almost ran into Keegan.
I took him in from toe to head. We both were wearing black Doc Martin boots, mine were knee high, and his were regular. His blue jeans were loose and stylishly cut exactly for him.
Mother would not except anything else.
As always he wore a black shirt with some smart aleck saying on it. Today's was CHICKENS: The only animal you eat before they are born and after they are dead. My gaze slipped up to his long light brown hair pulled back and braided in two pigtails. Then I looked up into his ice blue eyes.
"You know Mother is going to kill you when she sees you in pigtails." I told him and brushed past him.
He laughed "*Mister* Taliesin" Keegan said doing a fair impression of my Mother's shrill voice. "You are a member of this household and must act accordingly."
He began following me into my room and flopped down onto my bed, "Men of this household do not sculpt their hair into the fashion of little girls."
I laughed, something Keegan excelled at. "Sculpted? God who would call styling hair *sculpting*?"
"Your mother."
I snorted and began walking out, soon followed by Keegan.
"Maddy and Damon wrote you." He said catching up to me and magically produced two opened envelopes.
I jerked them out of his hand angrily. "Since you've already read my mail when I *told you countlessly* not to—"
He cut me off anticipating my request, "Madelyn and Julian are coming back home in a week, just in time for your birthday."
"Yippee!" I exclaimed dashing out of the estate and both of us hopped into my Corvette. As we peeled out of the driveway and into traffic, Keegan continued.
"Damon wrote to say that him and Angie are going to be back from Italy then as well. He says Julian and him cooked up a birthday party for you."
I scowled as I raced toward the mall. "*Mummy* and Daddy already have my twenty-first birthday mapped out." I sighed.
"At eight, I'm to be at some gala in Hollywood. At noon, I'm supposed to join my parents in Hawaii and be at a luncheon where I'm supposed to go out with my parent's choice for a son-in-law."
Keegan grimaced, "I could tag along, play secret service man, and pull pranks on the moron." He turned to me and flashed me a dazzling smile, part human charm, part inhuman nature.
"Then we can sneak out and party with the crew."
I cut off someone and almost caused a wreck as we pulled into the mall parking lot.
"Don't you even dare, Keegan." I snapped, just picturing what kind of chaos he would do this time. "I still remember the time you turned my last date into a slug. He still refuses to be near me."
He features darkened as I parked the car.
"That was the point."
Together Keegan and I cruised the stores, picking and choosing outfits. With every outrageous I chose, Keegan picked out clothing my mother would approve of.
"You know Keegan you aren't my watchdog." I said to him as he effortlessly carried ten plastic and paper store bags.
"No Piper, I'm your master." He replied matter-of-factly.
I scowled down at the alexandrite ring.
"You spoke the words and bound yourself to me, gave yourself into my keeping." He was saying, "Now I am your master and you do as I say."
"And I die when you say" I said rolling my eyes. I heard the speech many times after I attempted to kill myself that night.
I know what you're going to say. "Why Piper Joan, would you want to die when you got everything a girl would ever want?" Money, a nice car, and fantastic parents. Not to mention a wardrobe the size of a small country.
That is where you would be wrong. My parents, the wardrobe, the car and money are the exact reason I wish to die.
My apparel mostly consists of outfits my mother picked out for me to wear at her stupid parties since she's so rich. I feel like a doll half the time! My car is simply a symbol of my parent's wealth and high status in the world.
And my parents? I must have perfect manners, perfect hair, and perfect elocution, simply stated: I must be perfect. Nothing else suffices.
On top of that, they hardly spend anytime with me. They weren't there when I first spoke, first talked and on my first day of school. At my ballet recitals when I received the lead, they weren't there to see me dance. When I sang solos in choral, they missed my singing because of a "Business Meeting." I hate them and their excuses.
"I see you scowling," Keegan told interrupting my dark thoughts then he smiled, "Shall I liven up your day?"
Before I could object, my *master* summoned up seventy-two trombones that began to march around us as they played circus-type music.
"Sparky, get rid of them!" I shouted using my nickname for him.
He smiled devilishly as a crowd began to gather, "Awl, you never let me have fun." The band vanished as if it were never there.
"I let you stay at my home. I let you buy those gawd awful clothes And—"
"Your mother pays me to be your bodyguard and I got those clothes so your mother wouldn't upset you." He put in before I could say another word.
I threw up my arms as the crowd thinned out.
"What do you care?!"
"I don't." He replied nonchalantly. "But when she gripes, you tend to use sharp objects on vital blood vessels and I won't have that."
I sighed.
Upon entering my room hours later, I noticed plump little gray mushrooms had sprouted magically from every available surface. My four poster bed with its pink canopy. My white marble desk and matching dressers. Even my computer, scanner, and television were all covered with mushrooms.
"Why the heck are you growing mushrooms in my bedroom?! On my bed?! What are you smoking? Do you need medication?!" I shouted toward the small door sized gateway near the bathroom door that led to Keegan's room.
"You wouldn't let me have fun at the mall, so I had fun now." His voice floated in from the glowing white vortex.
"You are the most brainless, idiotic *male* I have ever met!"
"But you love me." Came the amused reply.
I smiled and began to chuckle. He had me there, I did love him since he cared so much about me and my welfare.
Since the moment he moved in, Keegan made himself available to me twenty-four/seven and that was why my parents decided to make him my bodyguard. Besides, it gave him a good respectable reason to be my shadow.
My parents liked respectable.
My parents' dinner was raw oysters with lemon served with a Muscatel. Myself, I had a small bowel of cottage cheese with a pineapple slice and a goblet of slim fast. "Jezebel is such a beautiful canine, Baxter." My mother gushed over her ugly toy poodle that daintily retrieved a gob of meat from the shell she slipped it."So refined."
My father nodded, "Very refined, Amelia." Then he turned his attention toward me.
"Piper, have you done something with your hair?"
From the shadows nearest to me, Keegan snorted and I replied, "Yes sir, I had it streaked a week ago."
My father nodded and spoke to my mother, ignoring me for the rest of dinner.
Come on, review. I won't continue unless you do.
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3 I stared at myself in the mirror, satisfied with the stylist job on my hair. Instead of plain Barbie doll blond hair, streaks of bright purple hair peeked out every which way adding a rebellious edge to the rich socialite I had become since high school.
4 I smiled faintly and remembered my best friend Madelyn Olslin and her lover Julian. When we first met, she was an outcast who most likely would have ended her life before she graduated. Now she was touring the world's libraries adding to the ultimate knowledge she already possessed.
My thoughts then turned to another friend, Damon Salvatore and his girlfriend Angel Taliesin. The two of them were opposite as day and night. Damon was a vampire and Angel was a vampire slayer. But thanks to my guardian Keegan and the revelation that he was Angel's brother, the two fell in love.
The thought of Keegan made my gaze move to my left hand where the beautiful alexandrite ring rested on my left index finger as testament of Keegan's ownership of me.
"All I refuse and thee I choose" I whispered as my spirit silently cried out in outrage and my heart warmed with the thought of Keegan choosing me.
I forced Keegan out of my mind as I applied blush to my pale cheeks, careful not to get any dust on my blue flame mid-drift tank top and black lace pull over. Eyeliner was put on to draw attention to my ash-gray eyes, the best feature. After I added a dash of violet lipstick, I turned and almost ran into Keegan.
I took him in from toe to head. We both were wearing black Doc Martin boots, mine were knee high, and his were regular. His blue jeans were loose and stylishly cut exactly for him.
Mother would not except anything else.
As always he wore a black shirt with some smart aleck saying on it. Today's was CHICKENS: The only animal you eat before they are born and after they are dead. My gaze slipped up to his long light brown hair pulled back and braided in two pigtails. Then I looked up into his ice blue eyes.
"You know Mother is going to kill you when she sees you in pigtails." I told him and brushed past him.
He laughed "*Mister* Taliesin" Keegan said doing a fair impression of my Mother's shrill voice. "You are a member of this household and must act accordingly."
He began following me into my room and flopped down onto my bed, "Men of this household do not sculpt their hair into the fashion of little girls."
I laughed, something Keegan excelled at. "Sculpted? God who would call styling hair *sculpting*?"
"Your mother."
I snorted and began walking out, soon followed by Keegan.
"Maddy and Damon wrote you." He said catching up to me and magically produced two opened envelopes.
I jerked them out of his hand angrily. "Since you've already read my mail when I *told you countlessly* not to—"
He cut me off anticipating my request, "Madelyn and Julian are coming back home in a week, just in time for your birthday."
"Yippee!" I exclaimed dashing out of the estate and both of us hopped into my Corvette. As we peeled out of the driveway and into traffic, Keegan continued.
"Damon wrote to say that him and Angie are going to be back from Italy then as well. He says Julian and him cooked up a birthday party for you."
I scowled as I raced toward the mall. "*Mummy* and Daddy already have my twenty-first birthday mapped out." I sighed.
"At eight, I'm to be at some gala in Hollywood. At noon, I'm supposed to join my parents in Hawaii and be at a luncheon where I'm supposed to go out with my parent's choice for a son-in-law."
Keegan grimaced, "I could tag along, play secret service man, and pull pranks on the moron." He turned to me and flashed me a dazzling smile, part human charm, part inhuman nature.
"Then we can sneak out and party with the crew."
I cut off someone and almost caused a wreck as we pulled into the mall parking lot.
"Don't you even dare, Keegan." I snapped, just picturing what kind of chaos he would do this time. "I still remember the time you turned my last date into a slug. He still refuses to be near me."
He features darkened as I parked the car.
"That was the point."
Together Keegan and I cruised the stores, picking and choosing outfits. With every outrageous I chose, Keegan picked out clothing my mother would approve of.
"You know Keegan you aren't my watchdog." I said to him as he effortlessly carried ten plastic and paper store bags.
"No Piper, I'm your master." He replied matter-of-factly.
I scowled down at the alexandrite ring.
"You spoke the words and bound yourself to me, gave yourself into my keeping." He was saying, "Now I am your master and you do as I say."
"And I die when you say" I said rolling my eyes. I heard the speech many times after I attempted to kill myself that night.
I know what you're going to say. "Why Piper Joan, would you want to die when you got everything a girl would ever want?" Money, a nice car, and fantastic parents. Not to mention a wardrobe the size of a small country.
That is where you would be wrong. My parents, the wardrobe, the car and money are the exact reason I wish to die.
My apparel mostly consists of outfits my mother picked out for me to wear at her stupid parties since she's so rich. I feel like a doll half the time! My car is simply a symbol of my parent's wealth and high status in the world.
And my parents? I must have perfect manners, perfect hair, and perfect elocution, simply stated: I must be perfect. Nothing else suffices.
On top of that, they hardly spend anytime with me. They weren't there when I first spoke, first talked and on my first day of school. At my ballet recitals when I received the lead, they weren't there to see me dance. When I sang solos in choral, they missed my singing because of a "Business Meeting." I hate them and their excuses.
"I see you scowling," Keegan told interrupting my dark thoughts then he smiled, "Shall I liven up your day?"
Before I could object, my *master* summoned up seventy-two trombones that began to march around us as they played circus-type music.
"Sparky, get rid of them!" I shouted using my nickname for him.
He smiled devilishly as a crowd began to gather, "Awl, you never let me have fun." The band vanished as if it were never there.
"I let you stay at my home. I let you buy those gawd awful clothes And—"
"Your mother pays me to be your bodyguard and I got those clothes so your mother wouldn't upset you." He put in before I could say another word.
I threw up my arms as the crowd thinned out.
"What do you care?!"
"I don't." He replied nonchalantly. "But when she gripes, you tend to use sharp objects on vital blood vessels and I won't have that."
I sighed.
Upon entering my room hours later, I noticed plump little gray mushrooms had sprouted magically from every available surface. My four poster bed with its pink canopy. My white marble desk and matching dressers. Even my computer, scanner, and television were all covered with mushrooms.
"Why the heck are you growing mushrooms in my bedroom?! On my bed?! What are you smoking? Do you need medication?!" I shouted toward the small door sized gateway near the bathroom door that led to Keegan's room.
"You wouldn't let me have fun at the mall, so I had fun now." His voice floated in from the glowing white vortex.
"You are the most brainless, idiotic *male* I have ever met!"
"But you love me." Came the amused reply.
I smiled and began to chuckle. He had me there, I did love him since he cared so much about me and my welfare.
Since the moment he moved in, Keegan made himself available to me twenty-four/seven and that was why my parents decided to make him my bodyguard. Besides, it gave him a good respectable reason to be my shadow.
My parents liked respectable.
My parents' dinner was raw oysters with lemon served with a Muscatel. Myself, I had a small bowel of cottage cheese with a pineapple slice and a goblet of slim fast. "Jezebel is such a beautiful canine, Baxter." My mother gushed over her ugly toy poodle that daintily retrieved a gob of meat from the shell she slipped it."So refined."
My father nodded, "Very refined, Amelia." Then he turned his attention toward me.
"Piper, have you done something with your hair?"
From the shadows nearest to me, Keegan snorted and I replied, "Yes sir, I had it streaked a week ago."
My father nodded and spoke to my mother, ignoring me for the rest of dinner.
Come on, review. I won't continue unless you do.