Disclaimer: If it means that much to 'ya, then check out the top of ch. 1. Some new additions, though--obviously, Briam Stoker, Anne Rice, and Dr. Seusse belong to their respective mothers and fathers and fans. Hey--maybe I really DO own them! **someone comes, whispers in DarkFlame's ear**
What? I don't own them? Aw, nuts. Oh, well, those guys rule no matter what anyone else says, and so do "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Hop On Pop", which I also don't hold any rights to. Ciao for now!
DarkFlame136
Destiny Lot- Glad you like it so far! I'm working on the rest of it
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Rekka got out of the shower as the phone rang. He didn't bother to answer it, since he figured it was for Andros, anyway. and if it was his brother, he could not guarantee that every other word to him would not start with an "f" if he answered it.
After getting dressed in his usual black ensemble, he went downstairs. Andros was still on the phone, and he threw Rekka a cautious glance. The latter noticed, but did not ask him about it. He instead occupied himself with making a cup of expresso strong enough to give an elephant seizures. Andros, in turn, noticed this, but he continued his conversation.
"Anyway, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, my friend is a lot like me in living habits, but he's a little more...eccentric. And what will---oh, I see." he paused. "Just promise me you'll stay away from sharp, pointy objects and I'll talk to him." Another pause, followed by a very disagreeable face. "Yes, I still have an aversion to spiders; we had that issue the LAST time we were stuck with each other. *sigh* Fine, but no promises. I'll call back after school or during lunch or something. Ja-ne."
Hanging up, he saw his other friend giving him a peculiar look. "It's a long story, but to make it short--"
"Please do."
"--an old friend of mine wants to know if he can move in. I told him I'd check with you first and get back to him later."
Rekka raised an eyebrow. "How old?"
"Old enough," Andros smiled. He himself wasn't exactly very young. At least, not in human years, though he looked around 16 or 17. However, he was definitely NOT a fledgling according to the calendar his kind uses.
Rekka took a sip of his stimulant, winced, and started to say something, but instead made a face of his own.
Andros laughed, "I figured you would get a nosebleed from that!"
"My nose is NOT bleeding!" he shot back, "It just feels like it is. What I was going to say is that you might not want to flash any big, stupid, toothy-grins, if you know what I mean."
"I know well enough how to keep them hidden. Besides, at least I actually smile. The way you go about brooding makes it seem as if someone died."
"Well, it's not like we're really alive, anyway, is it?"
Andros rolled his silver-green eyes, "If you believe that shit; it's thanks to Briam Stoker and Ann Rice that people get so many misconceptions about us."
"Hey, man, watch it; I love those guys! Especially Ann Rice. I think you may enjoy some of her work."
"Whatever floats you boat, but I'll stick to the Greek and Latin classics."
"And Dr. Seusse."
"Bitch," he laughed again, "but even you have to admit that you've read Green Eggs and Ham at least 50 times!"
"Nope," Rekka corrected, "I liked Hop on Pop! and Shakespeare."
"Yes, he does rock."
Rekka looked surprised. "Did you just use slang?"
"I may be a few hundred years old, but it's not like I'm out of touch." He looked at the clock. "We need to get going. Is your pen-pal going to meet us?"
Rekka was dumping more sugar into his expresso. "You're going to have a f***ing heart-attack if you keep it up."
'I'll walk it off. As for you question...yes, I think Rowen said he'd meet us. We've talked via video mail sometimes in real-time, and I guess he remembers what I look like. I remember HIM anyway. Who can forget a pale guy with blue hair?"
"Or an Asian/Native-American vampire with green eyes?"
"Shut the hell up, blondie." With that, he chugged the rest of his so-called "elixir of life"--and immediately wished he was dead.
Adrian whistled. "Shit, man, that's one hell of a nosebleed! Are you sure that white, crystalline substance in your coffee was sugar?"
Rekka, holding a dripping, now-crimson napkin under his nose with one hand, flipped his friend off with the other. "That wasn't an offer, either!" he spat, noticing his friend's dubious look. "Too bad," was the sincere response.
After somehow getting Rekka's nose to stop bleeding, they had just enough time for him to take another shower and change while Andros cleaned up the kitchen ("I feel like a wench," he growled). Of course, the latter had to drive like a madman in order for them to not be late on their first day. While Andros kept his foot on the accelerator almost the entire time (he somehow managed to stop for traffic lights and pedestrians once they got into the city), Rekka wondered how much of him would be left to identify if--no, when--his crazy-ass-lunatic companion forgot to slow down before a turn. In total, he managed to count around 150 different fatal car accidents that they didn't get involved in before getting to school. Upon seeing the building, Rekka almost wept from sheer joy. As Andros he swerved into the parking lot like Ace Ventura, Rekka finally did something he ment to do as soon as he got in the car: scream.
"WHERE THE F*** DID YOU GET YOUR F****N LICENSE, YOU F****N MANIAC?!"
Andros shrugged, unbuckling his seat belt. "Chicago."
"THE RACETRACK OR A BOX OF CRACKERJACKS?!"
"Actually, it was a box of Crackerjacks I was eating at the racetrack. Are you coming or what?" Seeing that his friend didn't move an inch, he sighed and threw up his hands. "Fine; I'll let you drive on the way home, but it was either this or detention."
"You're still paying for my group therapy to cure my trauma."
"Whatever." He got out of the car and got their stuff out of the back seat. Then he noticed the dark haired youth had still not moved an inch. "What the hell is it now?"
"My teeth won't stop rattling."
If Andros was human, not only would he not have been able to drag both himself and Rekka to homeroom on time, but he also would not have been able to drive at or near 150 mph and still be in tune with everything around them. Since the person he was dragging wasn't human, either, he had no sympathy for his mental shock.
"Remind me NOT to take you to any amusement parks," he snarled, bearing his teeth. In truth, they were only a minute late, but Andros still detested not being punctual.
"Yeah, well remind me to call a taxi. I'd rather hitchhike than get in a car with your dysfunctional ass."
"Well if YOUR dysfunctional ass didn't make that speed drink, we wouldn't have had to rush!"
"It's not like you had to help me! Besides, I would have eventually stopped twitching."
By this time, they had reached their classroom. Andros quickly explained that they had gotten lost, which was partially true (they had somehow gone in circles once or twice before Rekka pointed out that they passed the same rooms before). Fortunately for both of them, their teacher was understanding.
"Seeing that it's your first day, I'll let you two off the hook. Just don't make a habit of it."
"We won't," "We will," they answered at the same time. Rekka ignored the poison glare Andros shot his way.
"Well, don't just stand in the door! Come introduce yourselves."
"Very well," Rekka pushed past Andros on purpose. "My name is Starshine Rekka. The angry-looking blond behind me is--"
"Sianto Andros. You will have to excuse my friend: he's been under a lot of stress lately."
*Kinda like your car engine*
*Later, my friend*
No one but the two of them could hear the last part of that conversation. Which is just as well, because by the time the teacher told them to have a seat (which was a few seconds later), they were throwing obscenities at each other fowl enough to make a sailor blush.
"Rekka! over here!" someone called. Turning towards the voice, he stopped in the middle of a particularly unsavory insult concerning his friend's anatomy. He didn't know how this person knew him, but for some reason, the other teenager looked like him. At a second glance, though, the similarities were not that exact. It still freaked him out, though.
"Um, sure." He walked to the middle of the room and sat in the desk across from him. "Do I know you?"
The other laughed, "Probably not, but I recognize you! Rowen showed us a few of the pictures you sent him on-line."
Something clicked. "Oh, yeah! He sent me some photos of you guys, too. You're Ryo, right? Sheesh, he said you looked a bit like me, but I thought I was going crazy when I saw you a few seconds ago!"
"Yeah, I had a shock myself! Have you and Andros known each other as long as you've known Rowen?"
The former was already entertaining a group of young ladies on the other side of the room. Rekka made a face, "Luckily, no. We met last year, and it's been hell ever since."
Andros apparently heard this; he looked over and winked. Rekka flipped him off for the second time that day.
"Looks like someone's jealous," Ryo commented.
"No, just extremely put-out," he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I spent the morning cheating death, and I'm not in a very good mood right now."
Ryo looked at the clock; seeing that they had another five minutes, he offered to help him find his classes.
"You have the first one with me. I think Rowen's in all of your classes, so at least you'll know someone there. As for gym, all seven of us should be in that together, if you count Andros. what's so funny?"
Ryo frowned not at the smile Rekka's face, but the nasty glint in his eye that came with it. "Just imagining a baseball smashing into Andros' face," the latter said.
"Actually, I think we're doing soccer for the first few weeks."
Rekka's grin grew wider and even more predatorial. "Even better."
Ryo blinked a few times, and was very glad when the bell rang; he must have been seeing things. While walking his new acquaintance to class, he shook his head. 'I need to go to bed earlier. There's no way his teeth could have been that long!'
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Note: In case anyone's wondering: Yes, Andros and Rekka are vampires with a more-than-friendly relationship. And, no, I don't own CrackerJacks or Shakespeare, either. But that's OK. Someday, I will own the world! Muhahahahaha!!!!! Just click that little button and make that raving lunatic of an authoress happy with a review or two!
What? I don't own them? Aw, nuts. Oh, well, those guys rule no matter what anyone else says, and so do "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Hop On Pop", which I also don't hold any rights to. Ciao for now!
DarkFlame136
Destiny Lot- Glad you like it so far! I'm working on the rest of it
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rekka got out of the shower as the phone rang. He didn't bother to answer it, since he figured it was for Andros, anyway. and if it was his brother, he could not guarantee that every other word to him would not start with an "f" if he answered it.
After getting dressed in his usual black ensemble, he went downstairs. Andros was still on the phone, and he threw Rekka a cautious glance. The latter noticed, but did not ask him about it. He instead occupied himself with making a cup of expresso strong enough to give an elephant seizures. Andros, in turn, noticed this, but he continued his conversation.
"Anyway, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, my friend is a lot like me in living habits, but he's a little more...eccentric. And what will---oh, I see." he paused. "Just promise me you'll stay away from sharp, pointy objects and I'll talk to him." Another pause, followed by a very disagreeable face. "Yes, I still have an aversion to spiders; we had that issue the LAST time we were stuck with each other. *sigh* Fine, but no promises. I'll call back after school or during lunch or something. Ja-ne."
Hanging up, he saw his other friend giving him a peculiar look. "It's a long story, but to make it short--"
"Please do."
"--an old friend of mine wants to know if he can move in. I told him I'd check with you first and get back to him later."
Rekka raised an eyebrow. "How old?"
"Old enough," Andros smiled. He himself wasn't exactly very young. At least, not in human years, though he looked around 16 or 17. However, he was definitely NOT a fledgling according to the calendar his kind uses.
Rekka took a sip of his stimulant, winced, and started to say something, but instead made a face of his own.
Andros laughed, "I figured you would get a nosebleed from that!"
"My nose is NOT bleeding!" he shot back, "It just feels like it is. What I was going to say is that you might not want to flash any big, stupid, toothy-grins, if you know what I mean."
"I know well enough how to keep them hidden. Besides, at least I actually smile. The way you go about brooding makes it seem as if someone died."
"Well, it's not like we're really alive, anyway, is it?"
Andros rolled his silver-green eyes, "If you believe that shit; it's thanks to Briam Stoker and Ann Rice that people get so many misconceptions about us."
"Hey, man, watch it; I love those guys! Especially Ann Rice. I think you may enjoy some of her work."
"Whatever floats you boat, but I'll stick to the Greek and Latin classics."
"And Dr. Seusse."
"Bitch," he laughed again, "but even you have to admit that you've read Green Eggs and Ham at least 50 times!"
"Nope," Rekka corrected, "I liked Hop on Pop! and Shakespeare."
"Yes, he does rock."
Rekka looked surprised. "Did you just use slang?"
"I may be a few hundred years old, but it's not like I'm out of touch." He looked at the clock. "We need to get going. Is your pen-pal going to meet us?"
Rekka was dumping more sugar into his expresso. "You're going to have a f***ing heart-attack if you keep it up."
'I'll walk it off. As for you question...yes, I think Rowen said he'd meet us. We've talked via video mail sometimes in real-time, and I guess he remembers what I look like. I remember HIM anyway. Who can forget a pale guy with blue hair?"
"Or an Asian/Native-American vampire with green eyes?"
"Shut the hell up, blondie." With that, he chugged the rest of his so-called "elixir of life"--and immediately wished he was dead.
Adrian whistled. "Shit, man, that's one hell of a nosebleed! Are you sure that white, crystalline substance in your coffee was sugar?"
Rekka, holding a dripping, now-crimson napkin under his nose with one hand, flipped his friend off with the other. "That wasn't an offer, either!" he spat, noticing his friend's dubious look. "Too bad," was the sincere response.
After somehow getting Rekka's nose to stop bleeding, they had just enough time for him to take another shower and change while Andros cleaned up the kitchen ("I feel like a wench," he growled). Of course, the latter had to drive like a madman in order for them to not be late on their first day. While Andros kept his foot on the accelerator almost the entire time (he somehow managed to stop for traffic lights and pedestrians once they got into the city), Rekka wondered how much of him would be left to identify if--no, when--his crazy-ass-lunatic companion forgot to slow down before a turn. In total, he managed to count around 150 different fatal car accidents that they didn't get involved in before getting to school. Upon seeing the building, Rekka almost wept from sheer joy. As Andros he swerved into the parking lot like Ace Ventura, Rekka finally did something he ment to do as soon as he got in the car: scream.
"WHERE THE F*** DID YOU GET YOUR F****N LICENSE, YOU F****N MANIAC?!"
Andros shrugged, unbuckling his seat belt. "Chicago."
"THE RACETRACK OR A BOX OF CRACKERJACKS?!"
"Actually, it was a box of Crackerjacks I was eating at the racetrack. Are you coming or what?" Seeing that his friend didn't move an inch, he sighed and threw up his hands. "Fine; I'll let you drive on the way home, but it was either this or detention."
"You're still paying for my group therapy to cure my trauma."
"Whatever." He got out of the car and got their stuff out of the back seat. Then he noticed the dark haired youth had still not moved an inch. "What the hell is it now?"
"My teeth won't stop rattling."
If Andros was human, not only would he not have been able to drag both himself and Rekka to homeroom on time, but he also would not have been able to drive at or near 150 mph and still be in tune with everything around them. Since the person he was dragging wasn't human, either, he had no sympathy for his mental shock.
"Remind me NOT to take you to any amusement parks," he snarled, bearing his teeth. In truth, they were only a minute late, but Andros still detested not being punctual.
"Yeah, well remind me to call a taxi. I'd rather hitchhike than get in a car with your dysfunctional ass."
"Well if YOUR dysfunctional ass didn't make that speed drink, we wouldn't have had to rush!"
"It's not like you had to help me! Besides, I would have eventually stopped twitching."
By this time, they had reached their classroom. Andros quickly explained that they had gotten lost, which was partially true (they had somehow gone in circles once or twice before Rekka pointed out that they passed the same rooms before). Fortunately for both of them, their teacher was understanding.
"Seeing that it's your first day, I'll let you two off the hook. Just don't make a habit of it."
"We won't," "We will," they answered at the same time. Rekka ignored the poison glare Andros shot his way.
"Well, don't just stand in the door! Come introduce yourselves."
"Very well," Rekka pushed past Andros on purpose. "My name is Starshine Rekka. The angry-looking blond behind me is--"
"Sianto Andros. You will have to excuse my friend: he's been under a lot of stress lately."
*Kinda like your car engine*
*Later, my friend*
No one but the two of them could hear the last part of that conversation. Which is just as well, because by the time the teacher told them to have a seat (which was a few seconds later), they were throwing obscenities at each other fowl enough to make a sailor blush.
"Rekka! over here!" someone called. Turning towards the voice, he stopped in the middle of a particularly unsavory insult concerning his friend's anatomy. He didn't know how this person knew him, but for some reason, the other teenager looked like him. At a second glance, though, the similarities were not that exact. It still freaked him out, though.
"Um, sure." He walked to the middle of the room and sat in the desk across from him. "Do I know you?"
The other laughed, "Probably not, but I recognize you! Rowen showed us a few of the pictures you sent him on-line."
Something clicked. "Oh, yeah! He sent me some photos of you guys, too. You're Ryo, right? Sheesh, he said you looked a bit like me, but I thought I was going crazy when I saw you a few seconds ago!"
"Yeah, I had a shock myself! Have you and Andros known each other as long as you've known Rowen?"
The former was already entertaining a group of young ladies on the other side of the room. Rekka made a face, "Luckily, no. We met last year, and it's been hell ever since."
Andros apparently heard this; he looked over and winked. Rekka flipped him off for the second time that day.
"Looks like someone's jealous," Ryo commented.
"No, just extremely put-out," he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I spent the morning cheating death, and I'm not in a very good mood right now."
Ryo looked at the clock; seeing that they had another five minutes, he offered to help him find his classes.
"You have the first one with me. I think Rowen's in all of your classes, so at least you'll know someone there. As for gym, all seven of us should be in that together, if you count Andros. what's so funny?"
Ryo frowned not at the smile Rekka's face, but the nasty glint in his eye that came with it. "Just imagining a baseball smashing into Andros' face," the latter said.
"Actually, I think we're doing soccer for the first few weeks."
Rekka's grin grew wider and even more predatorial. "Even better."
Ryo blinked a few times, and was very glad when the bell rang; he must have been seeing things. While walking his new acquaintance to class, he shook his head. 'I need to go to bed earlier. There's no way his teeth could have been that long!'
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Note: In case anyone's wondering: Yes, Andros and Rekka are vampires with a more-than-friendly relationship. And, no, I don't own CrackerJacks or Shakespeare, either. But that's OK. Someday, I will own the world! Muhahahahaha!!!!! Just click that little button and make that raving lunatic of an authoress happy with a review or two!