"Love You More Than Those Bitches Before- Lana Del Rey"
My ear buds were pushed in my ears as I listened to the music play inside my ears.. If only I had my guitar at the moment. The music I had decided to listen to was soft and most of the lyrics had fit my situation almost perfectly. I loved finding songs that fit my situation.. It just me feel so whole, so good that there are other people out there that have the same feelings as me. And also live through the same experiences, it sorta gives a person realization that they aren't the only one, and that there are others out there experiencing heartbreak's too.. They also felt there man was a beautiful mistake, their favourite mistake.
I peered into the darkness as I listened to the lyrics of the on playing song. I felt so comfortable, just me and my I-pod sitting here along in the darkness. Mike had turned off the lights.. Probley figuring that it was no use to come get me now. It was always best to just wait for me.. He's learned over the years, I need my space too. It's good her didn't try to break down the door..
I watched as the slight summer breeze brushed against the flower petals in the garden laying before me. My gaze was set on one flower in particular.. A crimson rose, nearly withered, yet half healthy. It was half healthy, and half dead. It reminds me of David and I, mixed together..
He was dead, yet I was living..
It was like the both of us made as one.. Maybe that's the sappy Taylor Swift music talking.. But maybe it's not. I do have feelings for David, I can't deny that. I do still have feelings for me.. He just crushed my heart..
I gave him my heart, and trusted him not to do what he did.. I trusted him not to smash it on the pavement.. But look what he goes and does?
Trashes my heart.. So I trashed his bike.
Is that such a crime? I think not. Just teaches the lying, cheating, bastard a lesson that's all. You would think a vampire that has lived for god knows how long would know how to treat a girl.. But I guess not.. Maybe he was always a player. But I don't understand why Max would take him in if he was like that though.. Max doesn't seem to like that kind of boy.. But maybe he didn't know.. Uhh..
So many thoughts were running through my mind, that I didn't notice the dark silhouette sitting in the tree, gazing at me with icy blue eyes.
David's Pov.
She just lay there, with her I-pod playing some trashy Taylor Swift song. I personally was more into Rock N Roll, and I knew she was too.. But I guess desparette times call for desparette measures, so she resulted in listening to Taylor Swift. Typical young woman choice..
And;
Yes, my bike can still drive.. Thank god she didn't mess with the interior.. It's sad to say, but I'm glad she only messed with the outside. I need my bike to drive, with my boys.. To get away.. If I couldn't drive it..
I would just have to get a new one. So really, no harm done. I couldn't really stay mad at her over something so small any ways.. It's sad to say, but I couldn't. She's my mate, I'm in enough trouble with her already.
I watched as she closed her eyes momentarily, before snapping them back open again. I began to make my way down from the tree, taking a wild jump that would have probley killed any other human who dared to take the jump.. But I'm not a human, something she needs to understand. I'm a vampire, not a fluffy loveable little boy.. I'm a man. A vampire, but a man.
I watched closely as she sat up for a moment, leaning over to pick a flower.. It was a.. A crimson rose. A red rose.. Like the one I had brought her that night, when I had showed her what I truly was.. A vampire.
She held it entwined between her fingers.. She touched the delicate petals with her finger tips. I channelled her thoughts, listening intently to what she was saying.. I needed to know how she thought about this whole situation at the moment before I try to intervene and fix things. She was obviously hurt, but she couldn't hate me like she wants too.. I can feel it. It's a mate thing, hard to explain.
"It was like the both of us made as one.."
I took a closer look at the flower she held in her hands. It was half withered.. Wow, that's deep.
A small smirk appeared on my lips as I watched for a little while longer, listening to her on flowing thoughts. She was hurt.. The last thought I heard before I began to walk towards her was how I was a player.. And how I probley was always like that, but why would Max take me in.. I'm not a player Missy..
"I'm not a player Missy.. I just need to feed."
I listened as David's voice echoed in my head for the second time tonight. I wasn't going to reply back even though I know he's close by.. I really didn't want to talk to him.. He made me sick at the moment. His words struck me like a brick wall though.. He just needs to feed.. What? Whatever.. He can't even say that shit to my face? Fuck him.
I tried to turn up my music louder, changing the song to a louder band.. But nothing worked. I could hear him meddling in my thoughts, while adding his thoughts into mine. I finally felt one of my ear buds being ripped out of my ear as he harshly whispered:
"I'm right here, love."
I continued to ignore him.. Acting as though he was never there. I didn't need to do anything I didn't want to do.. And I didn't want to talk to him right now. I'm trying to get over that heart breaker.
I began to stand up, walking away from him.I left the crimson rose where I was sitting, laying across the chair.
I couldn't even look at him.. I just kept walking, down towards the lake. I stopped for a moment, feeling warm tears brim my eyes.
I don't want to walk away.. It hurts more than you can ever imagine.
"Crimson."
I felt a single tear fall from my eyes.. My body went numb for the hundredth time tonight.
"Crimson Lynn Mercy Emerson."
I shuddered as I clamped my hand over my mouth.. How did he know that.. That was my name, my actual name.. I've always hated it.. Oh my gosh..
My mother had always wanted to have a little girl; she had even been planning to have a little girl when Mike was born. She had bought all the pink clothes, and the princess things.. She had actually thought she was having a little girl. She had my name picked out ever since god knows when, and how vowed to name her unborn little girl Crimson Lynn Mercy Emerson.
She loved the name Crimson, and she loved the name Mercy.. So couldn't pick.. So the two names collided into this big equation.. Crimson Lynn Mercy Emerson.
She decided to name Mike a more popular name 'Michael', and Sam 'Samuel'.. All popular names.. But her little girl had to be the one with the over exotic name. I had always envied Sam and Michael because of their names.. While I've always hated my name.. They were rocking their popular names..
I had let my mother know I hated it. I was young, and complained ALOT.
So like any good mother, she had changed it.. To Mercy. Not legally, just personally.
Everyone had started calling me Mercy in school, but we were all very young.. So the way we all pronounced it sounded a lot like 'Missy'.. So my name just stuck. Missy Emerson, nothing less, nothing more. Nobody had ever asked what my real name had been after wards.. It was always Missy. I had even learned to spell Missy, instead of a complicated name like Mercy. My mother had sighed and made an exception.. We were only young right?
Thank god for the children who can't pronounce.
Crimson Lynn Mercy Emerson.. It doesn't even sound right. Maybe Crimson Lynn Emerson, but really? You had to add Mercy in the mix? Like Crimson Lynn wasn't bad enough.
So long story short, my name is Missy Emerson.. Not Crimson, that's just weird.
I took a small intake of breath, feeling a river of tears trickling down my cheek. Oh how much I didn't want to face David.. While crying.. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears.. After everything he's done tonight..
My breathing became uneven as two hands gently held my waist.
Oh how I wanted to run away.. But something held me back.
I wanted him.
A/N: Getting ALOT of chapters done lately. I hope they are well-written and my ideas aren't jumbled.. If they are just let me know;)
I'm so happy I am getting a lot of chapters out.. Expessially since I've had writers block for a while. I hope you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing. I'll be updating soon:) And to all of my viewers who wanted different names, I'm so sorry:) Crimson Lynn Mercy Emerson just came to me as an exotic yet really werid name that missy would hate:) And I wanted a very orginial backstory for it, and it just came to me:) So I hope you guys like it:)
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