Disclaimer: I own the stuff you don't recognize. Which will be most of the
main characters, Roslindale, Connecticut and I'm not sure about the rest
yet. But I'll keep you posted, promise.
Connor's POV
I slowly sat up, rubbing a crick out of my neck as I looked up to the front of the SUV, instead of looking at the clock, I just looked to see who was driving. It's not that I was lazy, actually it was. It's the middle of the summer, what do you expect a 12 year old boy to do?
Wesley was driving, which meant that like any normal vampire, my father was sleeping on the seat that was in front of me, and that it was day.
"Wes…" I started, he interrupted me.
"In front of your father should be a cooler. There's food in there," he said in a clipped voice.
I rolled my eyes, but scrambled over the back of the seat, and reached for the cooler, careful about my father's legs, he got cranky when he gets woken up from sleeping. As my legs braced the lower half of my body, I pulled up the cooler. Setting down, I opened it and started to rifle through.
"Eww, eww, and more eww," I muttered to myself. It was all health food, and if it wasn't that, it was blood. And blood was not appetizing at all. "Couldn't you get anything good?" I complained to Wesley as I stuffed it all back into the cooler. "You know, like chip and stuff? I could go for a Pepsi right about now."
Wesley looked back towards me, as I sat the farthest away from him. "You'll rot your teeth if you continue on that pattern."
I gave him an uninterested look, "Yeah, so?" I said as I fished around for my game boy.
"Music off please. I don't feel having a migraine at nine o'clock in the morning," he reported from the front.
I sneered, but lowered the music anyway. I don't feel like having a migraine at nine o'clock in the morning. The hours passed as I passed levels, and I didn't notice my father sitting up. The only reason I did, was because he poked me.
"What the!" I screamed, careful not to mutter an exploitative in front of the adults, they didn't need to know about that little habit just yet.
Because of the surprise, I threw the game boy in the general direction of whatever poked me, and broke me of my concentration. Which happened to be my father, and if it hadn't been for his quick reflexes, he'd probably have a nice bruise in the shape of the electronic.
"This thing's rotting your brain," my father announced as he tossed the precious thing to me.
Catching, I quickly paused it, I did not want to lose all the levels I had passed. "You bought if for me," I smirked, thinking that I had caught him at his own game.
Since I was busy saving my game by then, I missed the wicked smirk that mine was so much akin to. "I bought it so it would rot your brain and make you my mindless servant. But as we see, that has not worked."
My eyes slid towards his face for a second, before they focused once more on the game. "You're a strange, strange person. I'm never letting you watch those Austin Powers movies again."
My father raised an eyebrow, "And why should you be?" he asked distinctly, his voice holding a slight crispness that seemed to be a permanent part of Wesley's voice.
I shrugged, exuberating a vague indifference; "They were on at some point." I then turned back to the game, intent on beating the next level. Suddenly a large hand covered the screen and jerked the game boy out of my hands. "Hey!" I said indignantly.
"Hey what?" my father said as he clicked off the game. "Like I said, this is rotting your mind, and I'm sure you have something more productive to do?" he raised his eyebrow, "Like some real work?"
I blinked slowly, "Real work? I'm sure you have yet to nice, but it's summer. People are lazy in the summer." I reached for my game boy, but held it out of my reach.
"And that means? You still have homework to do. In case you didn't notice, the last year wasn't spent with you inside a classroom," he smirked and tossed me my backpack.
Sighing, I knew I wasn't going to win, I never did. But one of these days, just one of these days, I was.
Maybe I would do it when we got to where ever we were going. I then blinked, I just realized I didn't know where we were heading.
"Dad," I said, wincing slightly as it came out in a slight whine.
"What?" he asked, lifting his head from the book he was reading.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
He smirked, realizing he had never told me, "Roslindale, Connecticut."
I blinked, "Thanks," I said simply. But on the inside I was fuming. Where the hell is that? But by the looks of outside, it was someplace that got snow; I have never seen so many pine trees in one place!
But maybe in Roslindale, I'd finally outsmart my father…ha, fat chance, but it was nice lying to myself ever so often.
As I worked on homework, I sighed. This was getting tedious, I stifled a yawn none the less, I had to get this done. Because if I finished it, the sooner I'd get my game boy back. And I wanted to beat that level! Finally the inevitable came, and I fell asleep.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
I was laughing as if something tickled my fancy. The air about me was warm, but not uncomfortably so. A cool breeze ruffled the hair on the back of my neck, which seemed to be bleached to a light blond. By the color of my skin, which was tanned, it must have been from the sun.
There was a call in the distance, inaudible, except maybe for myself. I started off, a bow and a quiver of arrows sat on my back in a comfortable position. Walking seemed to be too slow, so I started to jog, which quickly turned into a sprint, as the feeling of urgency seemed to throb within me.
As I started to sprint, I felt myself shrinking, but growing faster none the less. Even though it was strange at the surface, I didn't feel any panic. By the end of the transformation, I was a sheep dog. I shot my head and took off; I needed to be somewhere, only I didn't know exactly where.
OH well, I'd figure it out later. Before I got there of course.
~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~
My father was shaking me awake.
"No slacking off. Wes is pulling strings to get you into the school. So work!" he poked me one last time in the shoulder before sitting back and picking up his book to read once more.
I glared at him before going and setting my own work into my own lap. He was right, even if I didn't want to admit it. Wesley had pulled a lot of strings to get me into this school, this Franklin A. Canterbury School for Gifted Students. But I really don't want to be stuck with a bunch of weaklings. Sure my dad and Wesley could be boring, in fact they often were. But they weren't weak, not by a long shot. My father often up ended me, while Wesley could still do it every so often.
"I'll be with a bunch of weak kids," I snarled. It was the thought of acting like I was one of them…like I was normal, which disgusted me. I was no such thing. I was better than they were, stronger.
My father didn't even bother from looking up from his book. "Yes you will, and you'll like it too."
I rolled my eyes as I snorted as I turned back to my work. That statement was highly doubtful.
Author's Note: Wow, response, even if I know all of you! Hehe, well here's chapter two, and I hope you like it. Please tell what you do and don't like in each chapter. And if it is a little boring, well wait, and it will get better. I got a bunch of cool characters for you to meet. And this is just the first story!
Connor's POV
I slowly sat up, rubbing a crick out of my neck as I looked up to the front of the SUV, instead of looking at the clock, I just looked to see who was driving. It's not that I was lazy, actually it was. It's the middle of the summer, what do you expect a 12 year old boy to do?
Wesley was driving, which meant that like any normal vampire, my father was sleeping on the seat that was in front of me, and that it was day.
"Wes…" I started, he interrupted me.
"In front of your father should be a cooler. There's food in there," he said in a clipped voice.
I rolled my eyes, but scrambled over the back of the seat, and reached for the cooler, careful about my father's legs, he got cranky when he gets woken up from sleeping. As my legs braced the lower half of my body, I pulled up the cooler. Setting down, I opened it and started to rifle through.
"Eww, eww, and more eww," I muttered to myself. It was all health food, and if it wasn't that, it was blood. And blood was not appetizing at all. "Couldn't you get anything good?" I complained to Wesley as I stuffed it all back into the cooler. "You know, like chip and stuff? I could go for a Pepsi right about now."
Wesley looked back towards me, as I sat the farthest away from him. "You'll rot your teeth if you continue on that pattern."
I gave him an uninterested look, "Yeah, so?" I said as I fished around for my game boy.
"Music off please. I don't feel having a migraine at nine o'clock in the morning," he reported from the front.
I sneered, but lowered the music anyway. I don't feel like having a migraine at nine o'clock in the morning. The hours passed as I passed levels, and I didn't notice my father sitting up. The only reason I did, was because he poked me.
"What the!" I screamed, careful not to mutter an exploitative in front of the adults, they didn't need to know about that little habit just yet.
Because of the surprise, I threw the game boy in the general direction of whatever poked me, and broke me of my concentration. Which happened to be my father, and if it hadn't been for his quick reflexes, he'd probably have a nice bruise in the shape of the electronic.
"This thing's rotting your brain," my father announced as he tossed the precious thing to me.
Catching, I quickly paused it, I did not want to lose all the levels I had passed. "You bought if for me," I smirked, thinking that I had caught him at his own game.
Since I was busy saving my game by then, I missed the wicked smirk that mine was so much akin to. "I bought it so it would rot your brain and make you my mindless servant. But as we see, that has not worked."
My eyes slid towards his face for a second, before they focused once more on the game. "You're a strange, strange person. I'm never letting you watch those Austin Powers movies again."
My father raised an eyebrow, "And why should you be?" he asked distinctly, his voice holding a slight crispness that seemed to be a permanent part of Wesley's voice.
I shrugged, exuberating a vague indifference; "They were on at some point." I then turned back to the game, intent on beating the next level. Suddenly a large hand covered the screen and jerked the game boy out of my hands. "Hey!" I said indignantly.
"Hey what?" my father said as he clicked off the game. "Like I said, this is rotting your mind, and I'm sure you have something more productive to do?" he raised his eyebrow, "Like some real work?"
I blinked slowly, "Real work? I'm sure you have yet to nice, but it's summer. People are lazy in the summer." I reached for my game boy, but held it out of my reach.
"And that means? You still have homework to do. In case you didn't notice, the last year wasn't spent with you inside a classroom," he smirked and tossed me my backpack.
Sighing, I knew I wasn't going to win, I never did. But one of these days, just one of these days, I was.
Maybe I would do it when we got to where ever we were going. I then blinked, I just realized I didn't know where we were heading.
"Dad," I said, wincing slightly as it came out in a slight whine.
"What?" he asked, lifting his head from the book he was reading.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
He smirked, realizing he had never told me, "Roslindale, Connecticut."
I blinked, "Thanks," I said simply. But on the inside I was fuming. Where the hell is that? But by the looks of outside, it was someplace that got snow; I have never seen so many pine trees in one place!
But maybe in Roslindale, I'd finally outsmart my father…ha, fat chance, but it was nice lying to myself ever so often.
As I worked on homework, I sighed. This was getting tedious, I stifled a yawn none the less, I had to get this done. Because if I finished it, the sooner I'd get my game boy back. And I wanted to beat that level! Finally the inevitable came, and I fell asleep.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
I was laughing as if something tickled my fancy. The air about me was warm, but not uncomfortably so. A cool breeze ruffled the hair on the back of my neck, which seemed to be bleached to a light blond. By the color of my skin, which was tanned, it must have been from the sun.
There was a call in the distance, inaudible, except maybe for myself. I started off, a bow and a quiver of arrows sat on my back in a comfortable position. Walking seemed to be too slow, so I started to jog, which quickly turned into a sprint, as the feeling of urgency seemed to throb within me.
As I started to sprint, I felt myself shrinking, but growing faster none the less. Even though it was strange at the surface, I didn't feel any panic. By the end of the transformation, I was a sheep dog. I shot my head and took off; I needed to be somewhere, only I didn't know exactly where.
OH well, I'd figure it out later. Before I got there of course.
~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~
My father was shaking me awake.
"No slacking off. Wes is pulling strings to get you into the school. So work!" he poked me one last time in the shoulder before sitting back and picking up his book to read once more.
I glared at him before going and setting my own work into my own lap. He was right, even if I didn't want to admit it. Wesley had pulled a lot of strings to get me into this school, this Franklin A. Canterbury School for Gifted Students. But I really don't want to be stuck with a bunch of weaklings. Sure my dad and Wesley could be boring, in fact they often were. But they weren't weak, not by a long shot. My father often up ended me, while Wesley could still do it every so often.
"I'll be with a bunch of weak kids," I snarled. It was the thought of acting like I was one of them…like I was normal, which disgusted me. I was no such thing. I was better than they were, stronger.
My father didn't even bother from looking up from his book. "Yes you will, and you'll like it too."
I rolled my eyes as I snorted as I turned back to my work. That statement was highly doubtful.
Author's Note: Wow, response, even if I know all of you! Hehe, well here's chapter two, and I hope you like it. Please tell what you do and don't like in each chapter. And if it is a little boring, well wait, and it will get better. I got a bunch of cool characters for you to meet. And this is just the first story!
