Nine Lives Kind of Girl

Chapter Two

The alarm beside Kitty's bed had gone off, and the song "Don't Wake Me Up" by Chris Brown woke up. It was so ironic for it to come on this time of day.

Luckily, beauty sleep is rarely a problem for the blue-eyed, blood-thirsty fairy. Before heading off to bed, she'll sprinkle white fairy dust that would make her go to sleep for about six or seven hours without any noise seeping in to interrupt her. Only a touch of someone's hand could irritate her, especially her mother when she came in to warn her that she would be late for school.

She slipped out of bed, looking around for any source of sunlight or her parents coming in. Her vision was blurred, and she had sleep in her eyes that was bugging her dearly. She wished the weekend would come already. It would give her a chance to head on to her home in the woods where she lived as her supernatural ego.

Good thing it was Friday, though. It was close to a weekend than any other day could possibly be.

Over in her closet, the doors decorated with a whole bunch of photos of her family and friends, hung her red, white, and black Cheerios uniform. Every time she put it on or even touched it, she'll feel so overpowered. With her fairy powers alone, she felt she had a lot of control. With the cheerleading uniform, it was just more control than she already had. She was the freakin' head cheerleader, for Christ's sakes.

And she was proud of it, too. Last year, she had just come to McKinley High School and tried out for the Cheerios. The amount of gymnastics classes she took back in her early years really paid off. She was much more athletic now that she got to do splits, compete in competitions, and cheer in football games. It was the one thing other than flying in the night sky that she loved to do.

Already having brushed her teeth, washed her face, and combed her blonde locks, the blonde vamp fairy took down the leotard and laid it nicely on her bed, removing her pajama shirt and putting on her favorite red bra. She didn't know why people weren't as confident with their bodies as she was. Maybe it was because Kitty was a pompous girl on the inside.

Once the polyester leotard was slipped on, her pajama pants and flower-embroidered underwear was slipped off, and replaced with the red underwear and skirt with the cut-up flaps was put on. Kitty loved how the skirt showed off her strong, work-out legs. And the white Nike tennis shoes was just another adorable bonus.

Kitty grabbed her backpack and purse off the floor next to her vanity desk, and headed down the steps to the kitchen. There waiting for her was her father, pale and concerned.

Kitty's heartbeat skipped a little. He wasn't drinking his morning coffee or reading the paper as he usually was. That meant that either he's late for something, or he wanted to start a family convention or something.

"Dad," the teenager asked, the backpack strap slipping off her shoulder. "Is there a problem?"

The dirty blonde man didn't give a response, but gestured towards an empty chair next to her. "Have a seat, Kitten." So much concerned filled his voice, with slight strictness mixed in somewhere. The blonde girl didn't understand what she did wrong. In fact, she didn't do anything. She already had to deal with Marley and her snarky cheer coach, Sue Sylvester. Why do more problems keep being thrown at her?

Regardless, Kitty threw her bag behind the empty chair awaiting her and sat there in an etiquette manner. Being that her mother was the majestic kind of some sorts, she's always been taught how to be a dignified young lady – even if on school days, she has to encounter Marley Rose.

And speaking of Marley Rose…

"I don't want that girl around you anymore. I don't want you in that school, in fact." He sounded so severe. What was wrong with McKinley High School, except for the fact that – like every high school – the lunch ladies don't seem to have their shit together when it comes to the Sloppy Joe's, the flamin' burritos, or the smashin' sausage pizzas? "I'm not settling fine with it."

Kitty craned her head. "What do you mean?" the vampire's daughter asked. "I'm doing well in school. I have a 3.9 GPA in that school. I'm in an extracurricular activity at that school. I meet real people at that school –"

"That's the reason why, fairy dumpling. Those real people. They know nothing of your real existence. They know nothing of your true identity. We're at risk, Kitty. I can't let you stay here and have drama occur. We've got enough back at home, don't you remember?"

"Well, yeah. That supernatural racial slur. I get it."

"It's not just a slur. This'll go down in history. We're the center of this whole predicament – you're the center of this whole predicament!" He explained, putting emphasis on the word you're. "I love you and your mother, but we need less problems in our lives right now."

"Oh? How is McKinley a problem? At least I'm getting my education from a foreign land. Is that a predicament, dad? Tell me."

The man took steps towards her, slamming his hand on the table. "Everything having to do with the real world as opposed to our world is the predicament! We're unfamiliar of these people, Kitty. They're unfamiliar of us. They don't realize we exist because mankind created these creatures with their imagination."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing, though?" his daughter asked. "At least kids can look forward to Santa Claus actually giving them a present for Christmas, and not their parents wasting their money and sneaking them to their own children!"

"You're not understanding, Kitty –"

"No, I do understand!" Kitty's rage reached an all-time high with her father, for she stood out of her chair, the wooden object falling behind her. "As I am a vamp fairy born to two different supernatural creatures like you and mom, living in either world is a struggle for me, alright? I'm the center of a dilemma in our world, and I'm a hidden identity in this world. Can't I just live for once without someone trying to tell me what's good and bad around here?"

The pale man brought his hand to his forehead, rubbing it softly and regaining the comfort all from that huge bark session between him and his daughter. However, that didn't stop the cheerleading fairy from spitting out all of her feelings.

"I have a life, Dad. I have friends. Friends that aren't just another blood thirst colony. Friends that aren't just another majestic garden community. I can finally be normal here. I love cheerleading, regardless of our coach and her bipolar behaviors. I'm learning stuff about what's around me here without having to use my wings and soar around the place."

All Mr. Wilde could do was sigh. Kitty was only a teenager. She doesn't understand what it's like. Hell, he's been through it about a couple of times – scratch that; ten times – in his whole life. He could remember it all like yesterday.

The location was somewhere out in London, England, back in 1987. Back then, he wasn't the being he always was. He was approximately eleven years old, travelling the world with his mother, father, two older brothers, and his younger sister. He didn't know how it happened or anything. What the hell happened when –

Oh. Now he remembers.

Timothy Cardinal. He was two years older than him back then. He was a pale-looking brunette with a love for fictional stories and Gothic images. He stored so many in his room. Statues of goblins guarded the front entrance to his bedroom. It was like walking through some mastermind's lair just to see what he's been hiding away from everyone. Sure, it contained figures of most notable scientists and magicians, along with some CDs of English song artist Louise Cordet.

Nonetheless, it was how the young boy liked to live. Kitty's immortal father – once upon a time, a sunshine-filled boy without the hunger for flesh – wasn't going to interfere with that.

Mr. Wilde and his parents slept in a hotel nearby Timothy's house. They kept hearing hissing sounds each night, summoning the hotel manager for any evidence on what was going on. He hadn't had the slightest idea in the world. He assumed that the people living in the neighborhood had a greyhound or something. However, that couldn't happen due to the hotel owner's wife being allergic to dogs.

Young Luke Wilde couldn't sleep one night. It wasn't like he was scared of the dark or anything. The hissing sounds just wouldn't let him go to sleep as he should. All he did was stare into the ceiling, imagining that he was outside in the grass, eyeing the night sky with the many blissful stars that twinkled in his sight. There were more stars in England than there were in America. The amount of unpleasant pollution and waste of electricity was an emotional hell. Nowadays, Americans wouldn't able to gaze upon the beautiful sight that he got to see.

And then, the most crazed sight showed before him, almost making the young boy shit his underwear.

Timothy. Only this time, his eyes glow red in the dark. Something was unusual about his teeth, too. They were longer and sharper than normal teeth should be. He didn't move an inch once Luke found him standing there. He was bound to be possessed by some unholy devil or something. Whatever it was, it frightened him for the young boy to stand in his doorway without making neither a sound nor a movement.

He kept calling his named, worried and cautiously. "Timothy," the young boy called, but still, nothing. He removed the bed sheets off his legs and planted his feet on the ground. His body shook in all areas, and he had no idea on what to do. He would call his parents, but they were asleep, and something terrible could possibly happen.

He called him again, only to hear the words, "Come hither" come out of his mouth. Timothy started sounding creepy to Kitty's father. He wasn't sure whether he should do what Timothy told him to do or not. The moment he told all of this to his now sixteen-year-old daughter, she didn't think of it as much of a big deal. Hell, it was just a crappy version of Paranormal Activity to her.

Luke walked awfully slow, and stopped so there would be a big gap separating him and his English friend. He still wanted him to come closer, so he did – only to realize that it was the biggest mistake of his life.

Timothy's fingernails dug into Luke's, making the young boy hiss in pain and bite down on his bottom lip. Blood marks were seen on his skin, and Timothy could only sniff in pleasure. His eyes widened at the aroma of the seeping adrenaline. He licked his lips in sudden hunger.

He wasn't hungry then, was he? What would be the point of the guest dinner hours before this crap?

The brunette boy's teeth sunk into Luke's arm, all of a sudden, frightening young Luke Wilde. The blonde boy started to shout, but was silenced by Timothy hissing in his face. For goodness sakes, he acted as if he was a dog, and someone was gonna dive in for his lunch.

An actual human. Human blood. Human blood was his lunch, for that matter.

Ever since that night, he's been that way. He escaped with his friend out somewhere his parents didn't know about almost every day of the week. Search parties were declared, but nothing was found. Not even traces of animal or human blood scattered around on the pavements.

Looking at his teenage daughter now, Luke didn't want her to have that life. He understood wholeheartedly about her friends on the Cheerios and the homemade-dressed American girl, Marley. They were the only friends Kitty had; from the looks of it, though, Kitty would have to give them up to save herself and the mortals before the real world turns into a bunch of shit like the supernatural grasslands they live in are.

"Listen," he finally spoke. The vision of looking into his childhood pen pal's eyes was creeping him out, and he seriously wanted to throw up. "I know you like it here and all. It seems like a good break away from the drama back at home, but –"

His ignorant vamp fairy daughter folded her arms and gave him a cold stare. "But what?" the annoyed teen asked.

"It won't be much of a break for the people here. Our kind back at home will find out if you or any of your friends had blurted out some type of detail having to do with us, and…well, it won't be as pretty."

"I know, Dad," Kitty said. "But you clearly don't know what I want. All I want is to be a regular human being and not…" She gestured to her body, which was covered with the polyester Cheerios uniform. Her wings, pale vamp skin, and fangs didn't show; but they were in her body somewhere. "…this."

"You know you're not going to ever be a normal person, Kitty. You were born this way. Get used to it."

"Well, you're so scared and worried and crap," Kitty argued. "It would be best if I wasn't a pixie and a vampire's daughter. Then I can stay in the real world, in McKinley High School, and on the Cheerios. That way, I won't have to come home every day afterschool listening to your whining bullshit!"

Smack.

Things got really heated up at that point, which caused Kitty's father to slap his daughter in the face so hard that his nails would make deep scratches in her pretty, porcelain skin. His angry, dark side didn't really show unless someone was irritating him or disobeying him like Kitty was. He wouldn't expect these things from his own daughter.

The slap sort of caught Kitty by surprise. The last time she had been slapped, she was fighting with a Cheerio who attended the Spring Fling last year. It had something to do with dancing with the girl's boyfriend or whatever the hell was going on back then. Damn, the guards were loud. And Kitty wasn't even expecting anyone to see her with that girl.

Steam heat arose in the vamp fairy's head, her ears getting red and her eyes getting dark. If only she had the right to use a frying pan to beat him upside the head with. Then he would know what real pain is like.

"What's going on here?"

Out of nowhere, Kitty's mom and Mr. Wilde's wife showed up from the staircase. She looked extremely pretty. No wonder Kitty still had most of that gleaming pleasure when she was first born. Matching eyes, matching hair, matching smiles – a miniature version of Mrs. Wilde right there before everyone's eyes.

The only thing that didn't match was some of the genes Mr. Wilde inherited, along with the fangs and the evil character trait.

Mrs. Wilde glanced over at her daughter, who was still staring at her father. His fists were balled up at his sides, those cold eyes not moving an inch but still at his own teenage daughter. Kitty was now defenseless. If her mother hadn't walked in, the dust from her wand would've been flying around in circles around the man, leaving him in a drowsy state and having him faint to the ground.

"Kitty Cat, Luke," Mrs. Wilde called again. "What's going on in here?"

Kitty hadn't turned to her mother once. Her eyes still stuck to her father's, her frown stuck to her face and the fury not going any farther. She felt that this all was unfair bull crap, and she had to pay the price for it. The students at McKinley High School would probably love to have a supernatural creature as a student. Then she could get interviewed for Teen People or some crazed crap like that.

She didn't notice the clock – which struck 7:15 – but she didn't want to stay with her parents and that bogus ass predicament much longer.

"Nothing," the teenage girl finally spoke, her eyes still on her father as she grabbed her red, white, and black backpack off the floor beside the chair. She placed one of the straps on her shoulder and started for the archway towards the living room. "I'm heading off now."

Her two parents were left in the dining room, eyeing each other. Mrs. Wilde still wanted an explanation; however, Mr. Wilde thought it would be best if they didn't dig into the issue so much.

By the time Kitty made it outside, she sprayed some sun-proof body spray – of course, she was half vampire and had to be protected from the sun – and walked on down to the bus stop. She rolled her eyes as she spotted the big hunk of yellow trash roll up towards the curb.

At least I'm nowhere near those bitches at home.