Dawn (Twilight Fanfiction)

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[Lectori Salutem]

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[Elphaba_1]

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Chapter 12

Conner drove me to school the next Monday after going to La Push with the girls on that Saturday. He drove to school silently, not saying a word when I came into the car. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't breath. I was frightened to even think that he knows of what happened with Jacob and me at La Push. Is that why he's quiet? Because Jacob kissed me on the head?

“Um . . . Conner?”

He didn't answer.

I bit my lip and looked at the road. Maybe he knows. Maybe that's why he isn't being as social.

We reached the school in the matter of five minutes, with Conner's reckless driving; we would have been there within twenty minutes if you were driving like a human. He took a sharp turn into a parking space and hit the brakes really hard that we nearly jumped out of our seats. Thank God for seat belts.

Conner just stared ahead at the school while I stared at him silently. “Conner . . . what has gotten you in an anger management moment?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

Conner took a deep breath and sighed. He crossed his arms, still staring ahead. His eyes were hard and his eyes were scrunched together with a stern look. He sighed through his nose before taking another deep breath. “What exactly did you do on Saturday?”

I looked at him confusingly. “Is that what it’s all about? Because I kept my mind closed up all day? Is that why you’re mad?”

“What did you do?” he repeated, his voice sounding furious.

I didn’t flinch from him chewing my head off, if I was human I would have. But since I’ve been with him since the middle of August, I’ve become used to him getting angry at him for his reasons. But I didn’t know his reasons now, so what did I do to make him angry.

“I just went to the beach . . . and I hung out with friends. You wanted me to hang out with my human friends, I did that, and now you’re angry at me for doing what you wanted me to do what you said?” I asked, my tone becoming more angry-like.

“Was the party that much a secret that you locked up your mind for three days?” he was staring at me, but I looked ahead now, trying to avoid his angry eyes.

“What if I wanted to treat you like a human for a little while, instead of cheating your way to know me better?” I asked. That was cruel to say. He was protective of me; he always wants to know if I’m okay, he wants to know whether I’m upset about what I did or if he wanted to know if I was having a fun time. He was beginning to remind me like super protective parents.

I could feel it. His eyes became harder. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. I closed my eyes and my hands became a fist. “I’m sorry. That was mean to say.”

I then felt a hand on my head. I opened my eyes and saw Conner slightly smiling, but his eyes were still hard. He didn’t say anything; he just kissed me on the top of my head and then left the car. I was about to open my door, but Conner opened it before I did.

We were about an hour early, which meant that we had free time to catch up on reading Macbeth for English. Since I can’t read with people around me, I went the other way towards a bench, it was lightly sprinkling, and I wasn’t too worried about the book getting ruined. As I read the book silently, I felt a pair of eyes on me. The pair of eyes became closer and my nose began to wrinkle, the scent became worst but also it smelt familiar.

I turned around once I realized whose scent it was. I looked up at the tall monstrous looking boy behind me and stared into his black eyes. “Why are you here?” I asked him.

“I thought I’d come visit a friend,” Jacob answered.

“I won’t become much a friend if Conner sees you with me. I might turn on you saying I don’t know you, you know?” I asked.

“But you won’t will you?” Jacob smiled.

I glared at him. “What if I will though? What I decided to do so even if it kind of kicks me in the gut?”

Jacob smiled and knelt down to my eye level. Knowing he’s like 6’5 or taller, I definitely look like a child to him. “You know I can read your thoughts too. Even if you don’t have a beast form like I do, I can read your thoughts somehow,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I swear, my mind seems super easy for people to read. There is no such thing as privacy in my world now,” I said.

He only smiled. “It’s what you get for being who you are.”

“Are you going to be at this school now?”

“Nah, I can’t. Gotta stay at the current one I’m at.” He looks at his watch then back to me. “I’ll have to go now. It was nice seeing you,” he smiled.

I smiled back. “Yea, it was nice.”

His smile became bigger and then flashed his white teeth at me. It was hard to believe that his teeth were so pure and clean against his copper colored skin. Looking at my skin compared to his, I have mostly the werewolves’ skin color, but it was pale like the vampire’s.

He looked behind himself, finding the student body has multiplied since the last time I checked. “See ya.”

“Bye.”

I was about to turn around to finish reading Macbeth, but then I felt a hand grab my chin, turning my head towards him, and then felt lips against my own. Did I miss the memo? Am I missing something that was obvious to everyone else and not to me? My hands traveled up his chest and then I pushed him away from me.

I took a breath and glared at Jacob. “What the hell was that about!?” I screamed.

He only smiled at me. He then kissed me on the head before running off. I was paralyzed to the bench when I saw Conner stand about ten feet away from Jacob with a horrified look on his face.

My eyes widened. There was a lump on caught in my throat. I couldn’t call out to him. I couldn’t scream to him, to tell him that it was Jacob that kissed me. “Con—”

But he walked away. He turned his back on me and walked slowly away from me. I got off the bench and ran to him, once I was about to reach my vampire speed, he was faster. He disappeared before my very eyes. I stopped at the spot . . . alone. He hates my guts, all because of a misunderstanding kiss from a guy I only met three days ago.

That moment, when I stood in the middle of a crowd of the student body, that moment reminded me of a poem I wrote a while ago.

Don’t run away.
I only want you to understand what happened.
Don’t let your eyes deceive you from the truth, when what you saw was a lie.
I want you to know that I love only you and no one else.
It’s only you that makes me want to live longer in this stupid life.
The angels want you to come back to me,
to take you back to me so I can explain myself.
Come back and everything will be alright.
Come back
come back!
I love you.

The school day went by slowly, all because Conner wasn’t around and that I know that I’m going to have to deal with his anger when I go back home. Thinking of him screaming at me only made me more upset than I was already. I don’t want to go home if I was going to see him with his eyes full of anger, his arms crossed across his chest, and him glaring his frightening stare at me.

No . . . I’ll just go on a hike for a while. I’ll make him worried while I’m gone a few hours too late. Yea, I’ll do that. If I’m late getting home, he’ll get worried and then I’ll forget his anger and come look for me. If he’s angry with me longer, I’ll stay out much longer. And I’ll lock up my mind while I’m at it. Just think bank thoughts.

School ended after planning out my way to make Conner forget about his anger. I walked past the parking lot and saw my Mustang in the same spot Conner parked his car. I just stared at my car for a while, walked towards it and found my keys in the ignition. I took my seat and found a sticky note on the rearview mirror. It was written elegantly but also had a touch of anger written on it. It read:

“You have explaining to do. I’ll be waiting on your bed.”

I sighed and crumbled up the little note. I turned the key and drove in reverse without even looking over my shoulder. I drove out of the parking lot and drove the opposite way from my house. I drove as fast as I could. Away from the school and house and away from Constantine.

I was infuriated. Mainly at Jacob though. Because of that beast, I’m practically enemies with the only man I love. That stupid kiss is the reason I’m running away, plotting to make Conner worried about me to forget what happened. As time went by, the sky becomes darker. Twilight, the safest place for a vampire and possibly a vampire’s lover. The only time when the light and the darkness are together in harmony.

It’s become dark and my legs became lazier. I parker my car to the side and found a dirt trail a few feet from my car. I wasn’t thinking, but I walked down the dirt trail. When I took my first step on the dirt, I couldn’t hear the dirt or rocks crumbling under my feet. I was completely silent, just like the vampires.
The stars were peaking out from the clouds. I was silently walking through the trail. I could hear wild animals walking through, watching me stroll down the trial as silent as the wind. I looked at the dark trees, smelling the clean air, and smelling blood.

Come to think of it, I didn’t drink anything today. I took out a bottle of water out of my backpack and took a swig. It didn’t satisfy me. I then saw a deer staring at me. My throat was closing in and I could feel something burning my tongue. Is it what I was told it could be? Venom?

I shook my head and walked down the trail again. My throat was still dry; the venom was filling up my mouth. I can’t take it! I need to drink something!

A heard a roar behind me. I looked behind myself and saw a grizzly bear growling at me. I took a step back from it, but I was thirsty. What could just one less bear kill the environment. I bared my teeth in front of him and leapt. I then dug my teeth down its throat and began drinking. It was sweet . . . bitter, but sweet somehow. I think I sucked down the bear dry when I was finished.

I wiped the blood off my lips and took a deep breath. My throat was finally opening up and I was satisfied with the taste.

As the night went on, I was hunting for the first time. I had a grizzly bear, a few mountain lions, and two deer. The taste was getting better, I was still getting used to the new life style I have taken. When I finished my last mountain lion, I smelt a familiar scent. I turned around slowly and faced him.

“Having fun?” he asked me with a gentle smile.

I turned my head at the now dead mountain lion and smiled a little. “Yea, I had fun. The taste could have been better.”

“You are the messiest eater I have ever seen,” he chuckled.

“How long?”

“I found you on you fifth mountain lion. I got a little worried,” Conner told me as he took a few steps toward me.

I kept my gaze at the ground. “He kissed me. I didn’t kiss me back. I think he only did that just so you could hate me,” I said to him.

He kept silent. He then chuckled and shook his head. “Tori, Tori, Tori . . . when will it take you for the thought to seep into your brain? I’ll never hate you. There will never be any room for me to hate you. I’m only on this earth to live through life so I can find you. And you know that I’ll always love you, nothing else will change that.”

I finally looked up at him and made eye contact. He was right in front of me, his chest so close to me that I if I just lifted my pinky finger, I could touch his thigh. His hair seemed messy. How long has he been searching for me?

“How long have you been searching for me?”

“Long enough that I need to go and clean my clothes. And you know I have never cleaned my clothes before,” he smiled and then chuckled.

I cracked a smile and laughed with him. “True enough. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“It’s no problem. I can read your thoughts now, and you did a good job worrying me,” he smiled.

I laughed. “I do my best to try and get you to forgive me,” I said, rubbing my eyes. I tasted something bitter from the aftertaste. “I think that mountain lion had something bad for dinner, cause it tastes nasty.”

He chuckled, harmonic bells ringing. He then hugged me closely and rested his chin on my head. I hugged him back and buried my head in his chest. “You smell interesting now, with all that blood you’ve drunk, I think I’ll give you a while before I want to take a birdie,” he joked.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Get over it. I’m like you now, so you’ll have to get used to me smelling weird.”

His smile became bigger, I could feel it. He then lifted my chin and kissed me lightly. I kissed back, pressing my lips a little harder than him. He hugged me closer and kissed me more passionately. We inserted tongue and stood there for a while as the moon finally poked out of the clouds.

[Lectori Salutem]

That was really worth waiting a little while. Very good!

[Elphaba_1]

thank you. Here's chapter 1, enjoy!!!

Chapter 1: A New Town

This was all too weird for me. My mother decided and told me that it was time to “live alone,” which meant she was sick of having me around in her native language. She told me just when I broke up with my boyfriend that she wanted me to live on my own somewhere far away where I won't ask for her help.

I decided maybe I'll live with my old friends up at Forks. A very green town that I go up to once in a while if my friend's and I made a round trip. I was in my black Mustang just a week after my mother told me that I should move away and live alone, or with friends if I felt like it.

I looked at the rear view mirror to check if anyone was behind me and passed the right lane. I knew I was going to miss L.A., I've lived there all my life, and out of nowhere my mother tells me to find my own place to stay. Somewhere where it's a safe place, better than a small town than a huge city of crime. I had a box of bottled coffee next to my feet, since I didn't want to stop to rest and decided to drive the entire way there.

I've been driving for about eight hours and not even close to Forks. It was around eleven at night and I was beginning to feel sleepy, since I found myself yawning and rubbing my eyes. I ripped a bottle of the coffee out of the box and popped the cap off. I took one big gulp and swallowed mouthful of the coffee whole. I still had not even half a bottle left, but that gulp will last me an hour or two. The road was beginning to get darker and darker each minute and no one was around, so I turned the left stick and turned on my high beams. It was a lot easier to see now.

There was nothing to see around the road and there was nothing to even think about, but my ex-boyfriend and how stupid I felt for even hoping he was the one for me. I kept thinking of ways to curse at him for not doing his job as a boyfriend, since I did my job as the “perfect girlfriend.” Or so my friends back at home called me. Thats what was on my mind most of the time I was driving my black Mustang. The things I could of done to help him become the “perfect boyfriend.”

It was five in the morning and I haven't stopped once to give my car a break. I drank down to five bottles of coffee and now full of energy to stay up another five hours. I looked at my tank and saw that I was three percent empty. “Crap!” I said to myself as I drove a little faster. I read the signs that I was about a few miles away from Forks.

“Wow, that was quick,” I said once I passed the sign. I was really expecting to drive another few hours to get to Forks, but knowing that I was going ninety five miles per hour, I guess I should of seen that I was going to get there fast, especially when there was no traffic. I was a mile away from Forks now, a little excited to see my friends. I looked at how much gas I have left and saw that I'm one percent close to running out. “What? No! Come on baby, you can make it,” I screamed. My car began slowing down now. I drove to the side for a while until it stopped.

I leaned my head back on the head rest for a while and then stomped on the floor of my car once. I got out of the driver's seat and walked to the trunk to see if I had an extra gas tank. I dug through all the junk I brought with me, but no tank. “Great,” I said with disbelief. I looked at the road I was driving on and the sign that said I had a mile left to get to Forks. I was thinking if I should either call a tow man or just push my car to Forks. I decided for a while and thought that no one was awake at this time, so I began pushing my Mustang towards Forks.

I pushed my car for at least twenty minutes when I reached the forest. I looked up at the sky and saw that the stars are hiding behind the clouds. While I was still pushing, I saw headlights flash from behind me. I looked behind myself and saw a tow truck driving towards me. The tow truck drove past my car by a few feet and parked right in front of my car.

“Need a ride and help?” a deep voice asked me.

I was hesitant and was thinking if I should trust the guy, but he had a tow truck, so it was best to get a ride than appear at my friend's door step at ten in the morning. “Um...sure,” I said shyly.

The tow man got out of his car and went to my car. I also saw someone at least my age come out from the passenger side walk out with the deep voiced man. “Just a low gas tank, it won't cost much if its that,” he said turning to me. He walks over to his truck and took a chain with a hook at the end. The boy at least my age took the chain and walks back over to the front of my truck and adjusted the chain. “Why didn't you call? We could of helped you out earlier if you phoned us,” the deep voiced man asked me.

I hesitated. “Oh well . . . I thought no one would be awake at this time, and I didn't want to wake anyone up at this early in the morning,” I said to him.

“We're always awake if people drive here at this hour or so,” he said to me with a smile. He pointed at his truck to get in, and I obediently went to his truck and took the passenger's seat. The boy at least close to my age walked over to the other side and took the seat behind me. We were quiet for the longest time while we waited for the tow man to tow my car up at the back.

“It was kind of stupid for you to push your car you know,” the boy broke the silence. I turned and glared at him. I couldn't see his face, since the back was too dark for me to see his face clearly.

“Unlike you, I was concerned of people actually being peeved off if they were woken up at this hour,” I said coldly before turning to look out the front window.

“Where were you driving from anyways?” he asked me.

I looked back at him again. “I drove from L.A.”

“That's a far drive.” He turns around to look at my car. It was chained and at the tow truck now, so we could leave now. “Seeing how dirty it is, it looks like you just started driving today. Your car is a huge mess,” he said, hearing a smile on his face. I look away and looked out the side window again. “What's your name?” he asked me.

“O'Dell.”

“You're not that O'Dell's kid are you?” he asked me.

“Yea, I am. How is Daniel anyway?” I asked the boy, slightly turning my head towards him.

“He's just fine. He just finished acting in “Walk to Your Grave,” just a while ago. The premiere was here,” he said to me before he said “so you're Tori O'Dell.”

No one besides my friends called me by my nickname. “I'm guessing Daniel was talking about me and saying I'd rather be called 'Tori' than 'Victoria,'” I said grimly.

“I don't see why you don't like your name. It's a pretty name,” he said, I could hear the grin in his voice when he said my name was pretty. The tow man finally got in the car beside me at the driver's seat.

The boy behind me leaned forward closer to the tow man that joined us. “Hey Jesse, you know we're helping out O'Dell's kid, right?” the boy asked him.

“Is this O'Dell's girl? She's prettier in person than in a picture,” Jesse said. I looked grim and sighed. Of course Daniel would show pictures of me, he likes showing off of how “pretty” I was when I'm not.

We drove for a short while, it was only a five minute drive to get to the garage, since Jesse drove around one hundred and ten miles per hour. I got out of the car with Jesse and the boy, shaken of how fast we drove. I looked at Jesse to see what he actually looks like in light. I didn't get to see him when he picked me up, I was staring at mostly the ground from shyness.

Jesse was a buff and pale looking guy, at least up to his late teens. He had dark brown hair, a few spikes at the back of his head while his hair in the front was just flat and covering the side of his face. When he walked past me, I could see all of his face, he had a gorgeous face that I felt ashamed that I wasn't as beautiful as him. He had golden brown eyes and was wearing a white shirt with loose blue jeans and converse. I stared at the boy that sat behind me in the tow truck, and see if he was anything like Jesse. He was pale like Jesse. He had clean, black hair that went down past his ear and parted on the right side of his face, so his long bangs parted toward his right eye while the remaining part of his hair on his left parted to his left ear. Looking at his hair, it was hard to believe it was natural, no gel over it. He had beautiful dark blue eyes, he was about eight inches taller than me, at least 6'2, but shorter than Jesse. He had a more boyish face than Jesse did, but his face was as beautiful as Jesse's. He had light black jeans on that was tight around his ankles and was wearing a black T-shirt that was in between loose and tight, so I could see that his body figure was just right. I felt more ashamed when I looked at both Jesse and the boy together. I gazed at the boy for a while longer before I turned away when my eyes and his met.

“Ok, you can pick up your Mustang tomorrow morning, if that's ok with you,” Jesse said as he turned to me.

“I'm just out of gas, can't I just wait for it to be done tonight?” I asked him, a little confused if he could just put in some gas now.

“Well, I thought that you wanted to see your car all cleaned up from all the dirt,” Jesse said to me as he wiped his finger on the window, showing me how much dirt there was on it.

“Oh. If that's the case, then thank you,” I said before I turned away out of the garage.

“Woah woah woah, where do you think you're going?” the boy said when he grabbed my wrist, his cold hand shocked me when he grabbed onto it.

“What?”

“It's too dangerous out at night. There's wolves out there,” he said to me, sounding a little worried for me.

“I've dealt with wolves before, I can care for myself,” I said to him, trying to sound braver than I really am.

“You're not going out there. I'm driving you there,” he told me, tightening his grip on my wrist.

“Constantine is right, it's best if someone drives you. There are wolves out there that like eating anything moving,” Jesse said. Constantine pulled me by my wrist to a dark green BMW and opened the door to the passenger seat for me. I looked at him suspiciously and went into the car. He walked around the front of the car and took his seat next to me.

“What was that look for? You looked like you didn't trust me,” Constantine said to me while he put the keys in the ignition. He put the car in reverse and looked over his shoulder. When he took a left turn and got to the road again, he put the car in drive and began speeding towards the darkness. I was thinking for a while and decided to go through my purse and took out “Speaking to Vampires of the Afterlife.” I could feel Constantine looking over my shoulder to see what I was reading. “So you're into talking to the dead?” he asked me. I look over at him and nodded.

“I find the dead to be nicer people, or the people I've spoken to is nicer,” I said before I went back to reading. He chuckled and took a turn in a corner.

“So where are you off to?” he asked me. I told him the address while I was reading. He stayed silent, not bothering me while I was reading.

“You can still talk to me. I've read this book dozens of times, I'm just going through what I did wrong when I tried contacting a vampire,” I told him, my eyes still on the page.

“Oh, cause you look so concentrated on reading that that I didn't want to bother you. So you believe in vampires?” Constantine asked me, sounding a little calmer. More calmer than when we spoke in the tow truck.

“They're so cool. There are times that I believe that vampires can be peace-making creatures, instead of monsters that kill. It's that kind of feeling,” I said with excitement.

He gave me a gentle smile. His smile made me feel more nervous and turn my face a bright hot pink.

I read through the paragraph again until I felt the car stop. I look up and saw that we were at Tammy's place. “That was fast,” I said as I put my book away. I took the handle and opened the door, I then realized something. “Crap!” I yelled and went back to the car.

“Forgot your stuff?” Constantine asked me with a grin on his gorgeous face.

“Yes . . .” I said grimly and shamefully.

“It's ok, it's all in the trunk,” he said as he motioned his head towards the trunk. I look over at the trunk, turned to him, and look at him weirdly. I walk over to the back of the car and opened up the hood. I saw that Constantine was right about my stuff being in the back.

“Constant—,”

“Call me Conner.”

I was silent for a while. “Conner, how did you—?”

“We thought you seriously needed a ride and decided to put your stuff in already,” he said to me, his grin becoming bigger and then became a smile.

I looked at him weirdly and took my luggage out of the back. I had a lot of bags with me, so I knew I had to take a few trips to the house and back again. I took four bags with me and began walking towards the door, I dropped my make-up bag while I was walking. When I heard it drop, I looked back from the sound of it and saw that Constantine has a few of my bags with him including the bag I dropped a second ago. “Constantine, you don't have to help me,” I said to him, trying to sound kind.

“Conner . . . and I know, I saw that you had a lot of bags on you, so why can't I just help out?” he asked me. “You need to depend on people to help you out more often instead of doing things on your own,” he said to me when he stopped in front of the door. I sigh and walk to the front door, then knocked on the door.

“They're probably among the dead right now,” I muttered.

“What?” Constantine looked puzzled.

“Oh no, I meant that they're sleeping. My friends and I sleep like we're dead,” I hesitated and explained to him.

“Oh, geez. You scared me for a second,” he chuckled, placing his hand over his heart. We heard footsteps coming towards us from the inside and then heard a crash. I realized that the crash was probably from Tammy, Tammy was always tripping herself, mostly when she was asleep.

The doors opened, and there I saw Tammy looking like a zombie, but her dark brown hair looking perfect even when messy. “Tori, you're early. We weren't expecting you until later in two days,” she said as she gave me a hug.

“I didn't feel like resting in the car, so I decided to just drive here without rest. And the best part was that there was no traffic on my way here,” I said to her. Tammy looks over my shoulder and gasps.

“What?” I asked her. Just when she gasped was when she gave me a heart attack. “Hold on, let my heart get a moment to restart before you answer of why you gasped,” I said as I took deep breathes. “Why did you gasp all of a sudden?” I asked her.

“Tori!” she whispered to me. “Its —its —!” she stuttered as she pointed at whatever she pointed at. I look over my shoulder and saw that she was pointing at Constantine. His back was leaning on the wall as he stared into space.

“What? Constantine?” I asked.

“Lucky! Did he come with you here?” she whispered to me in excitement.

“He gave me a ride here. My car ran out of gas and he offered me a ride when I was about to walk here,” I answered her, sounding casual and clueless of why she's making a big deal about a guy giving me a ride.

“I am sooo jealous of you. Constantine never gives other people a ride, besides his brother, Jesse and his sister, Emma,” Tammy said.

“It's no big deal though,” I said with a sigh.

“It's soo a big deal! You're like the luckiest girl in Forks now,” Tammy said.

“Hey, um are we going inside or not? Cause it's getting kind of cold out,” Constantine finally said. We turn around to look at him seeing he was staring at us. I look back at Tammy and saw that she was blushing just from looking at him. I look back at him and I don't see the reason why she's blushing. I mean, he's cute and all, his smile made me nervous in the car a while ago, but I don't think he's my type.

“Sorry, I forgot you were there,” I said to him with a slight smile. He gave me a grim look, I could tell that he knew I was teasing him. I picked up the luggage I had next to me. I dragged them upstairs with me, I packed up a lot of things with me that the bag was weighing me down. I looked behind and saw Constantine walking up the stairs behind me with my luggages, carrying them like they're just a pile of light weight books. “Where's my room going to be Tammy?” I asked her.

“It's the last door just at the end of the hall” she answered me. She went into her bedroom that was about five feet away from the front door. I look at the door she pointed out and began dragging my bags to the door with Constantine behind me.

“Constantine, you don't have to help out. I'll just get the rest of them,” I told him before I opened the door to my room. I looked into my room, but it was too dark to see.

“Can't a guy be nice to someone who's new to a town?” he asked me as he put the bags next to the bed.

“Well . . . ” I couldn't argue with him. I wasn't used to guys being this nice to me. In fact, I'm not used to guys being nice to me at all. Guys always picked on me for no reason and then when I started being defensive, they started hating me and became brutal to me. So it's kind of weird how Conner was nice to me and all since all the guys never liked me for not being like the other girls. He gave a smirk of triumph since I couldn't find a good enough excuse to defend myself from his question. I placed my bag on the bed and walked past him to the door.

I walked down the stairs and heard footsteps following me. I could feel his dark blue eyes staring at me and made me feel uncomfortable that someone was staring at me, hoping that I won't notice until I'd turn around. I walked out to the yard and got one of my last roller luggage out. I was about to get my laptop bag out, until Constantine's hand was on mine. I slowly turned my head towards him and saw he was staring at me. “I'll take that for you,” he told me. I stared at him for another moment before nodding. He took the bag out and shut the trunk before following me inside.

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. My face becoming hot when out hands touched. The thoughts bothered me when I walked inside the house. I turned around and looked at him. “You don't need to help me Constantine, I'm fine handling all the bags,” I told him before turning around dragging my heavy luggage behind me.

I still heard him breathing behind me, totally ignoring me. I was on the last step of the stairs while my bag was two steps behind me. I was about to pick up the bag, until something caught a hold of the bottom part of it that made me lose balance and fall backwards towards Constantine and the bottom of the stairs.

I closed my eyes and was ready to feel a whole lot of pain, ready to have a broken neck, and ready to die. Just when I was thinking of my death, I stopped before I even hit the steps. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at what caught me. I saw strong white arms holding me by my shoulders, looking up, I saw Constantine's head about two feet above my head.

“You're pretty clumsy aren't you?” he smiled. My face blushed a red color and I picked up my feet so I could get him to let go of me.

“I'm just fine,” I said in embarrassment. My eyes went searching for the luggage. I looked around the stairs and found my bag had slid down to the bottom of the steps. I then realized that the bag was behind Constantine, like he jumped over the bag to catch me from breaking my neck.

“Um...how did you get here when I fell? Did you jump over the bag when it came sliding towards you?” I asked him.

“Yea, I did. When I saw that the bag caught a hold of a broken part of the steps, I came running to you then jumped over it when it came at me,” Constantine answered me.

I walk past him without a word and took the bag by its handle. I dragged it with me up the stairs a little faster than I did before. When I got to the top of the stairs, the bag became suddenly lighter. I stopped to look behind myself and saw Constantine holding the bottom part of my bag. “Don't want you falling down again, now do we?” he said with a grin. I looked away without a word, still embarrassed that I nearly killed myself in front of someone this time that I'm turning red from the thought. I began walking again to my room. It was too dark for me to see, so I flipped the switch to on to take a better look at what I was going to fall over next.

The room was pretty small compared to my room back at home, but it was big enough to keep all my stuff in one place than all over the entire house. There was a window that had a view of the backyard, viewing the forest. I looked over at the bed at my left side in a corner, it was small by width, but big by length. The bed had a black, white, and blood red plaid pattern sheets with blood red pillows. The girls knew those were my favorite colors and probably went searching for these sheets. There was a dark wood desk at the window with a small lamp on it and a dark wooden chair that looked sturdy enough to hold for another few years, unless termites came to eat away the chair and the desk. There were drawers on it and it had an old desktop computer on it that probably belonged to Kelly. There was a small wooden table on the left side of me with a white TV set on it facing my bed. The room was a jet black color from the floor to the ceiling and it had gold painted vines that covered most of the ceiling and was about a few feet to reaching the ground.

“Wow, I knew the girls were going to decorate your room, but I didn't expect this much effort,” Constantine said as he looked around the room. I looked over at Constantine weirdly and suspiciously. “Why is it you always look at me weirdly? I'm not stalking anybody, they simply told me about. They were pretty quiet when they said it to me though, but I could hear what they said,” Constantine said to me.

“I just don't trust men,” I said coldly to him before I placed the bag right next to the door. I walked over to the window and stared at the black trees that hid in the darkness, but visible at the tip of the tree from the moon that barely hid in the clouds. “It's just that I've had the worst luck with men all my life,” I said to him as I stared at the moon beginning to hide behind the clouds.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Constantine asked me when he walked up next to me to look at the black forest that shined under the bit of the moon that hasn't been covered by the dark clouds. I look at him from the corner of my eye, just to see if he's really looking at the trees. I saw that he was staring at me, so I shifted my eyes away from him and looked at the moon again.

“No, I'd rather not talk about. Especially to a guy,” I said to him when I moved away from him to the bed. “Thanks for helping out by the way, I guess it would of taken longer if it was just me,” I said to him as I lied on the with my hands behind my head.

“It's no problem,” he said before he walked to the door. I felt a breeze from the air conditioner blowing on me, it was cold, but soothing to me. I heard Constantine coughing, his hand was covering his mouth and his other hand was on the doorway. It looked like he was about to cough up blood or at least vomit. I got off my back to look at him,

“Are you ok?” I asked. He looked over at me, his mouth still covered by his hand. I could of sworn he glared at me before he left the room without a word.

I heard the car drive out in reverse and drove away from the house. I had questions in my head. Why did he just drive off without a word? Why did he glare at me? Did I do something to upset him? Was he alright? Those questions kept banging against the walls of my head that it hurt.

I was getting really tired, I looked at my cell phone to look at the time, it was almost six and the rest of the girls will soon wake up to get to school. I was thinking that I should start school early instead of watch television all day, alone and wait another three days to go to school. I got off the bed and took my bathroom stuff out of one of the bags. I walked down the hallway and slowly opened door to find the restroom. The restroom was on the left of my door, so I didn't have to walk far if we had guests over.

I took out all my shower materials and started warming up the shower. I usually took at least a ten to twenty minute shower, but I had to shower quickly since the girls would want to shower after they woke up. When I was done showering, I put a little gel in my hair, to help my hair become a little more calm once I blow dry it and to avoid fly-aways. I blow dried my hair under twenty minutes, that was enough time that the girls woke up when I walked out of the bathroom.

“Tori!” Kelly said in excitement, but also sounding sleepy. She gave me a hug and I hugged her back. “It's been a while,” she said to me. Her eyes gleaming its green and blue color like they always did when she was happy or excited.

“I know, it has been,” I said to her, sounding tired and ready to fall over from no sleep. “You haven't changed one bit. Still into gentle curls I see,” I said as I took a bit of her blond curls from her shoulder. She was half an inch shorter than me, like she always was.

“You look pretty tired, are you planning on going to school today?” she asked me, sounding a little worried for me.
“Yea, I really don't want to stay here alone and do nothing, so I'm going today,” I said to her. I walked past her, down the stairs, and fell on the sofa.

“Tori! Don't go to school when you're this tired. The teacher might yell at you for sleeping during class!”

“I'll live. I can go through an entire forty-five minutes. I can deal with taking a short nap during break,” I said to her, sounding dead with my face on the pillow.

The morning seemed to go by faster than it usually did, probably because I was sleeping while my friends were scrambling around the house getting ready for school. Putting on their make-up, blow-drying their hair, putting all their homework in their bags. I wanted to sleep a little longer before I got off the sofa. Tired. Never wanting to move. I felt someone nudging my arm to wake me up. I slightly moved my head and opened one eye to see who woke me up. It was Chloe. Her dark red hair looking longer the last time I saw her. She was still as thin as ever, making me look a little more muscular than her. Her deep blue eyes staring into my hazel brown eyes. “Yea?” I asked, sleepily.

“I heard you want to go to school today. Well, time to get up. Get some food in your stomach, we'll be leaving in a few minutes,” Chloe pointed out and then left me.

I felt heavy when I got off the sofa. I walked like gravity increased on me into the kitchen. I sat down on one of the chairs and slammed my head onto the table, making the girl's head turn to my direction. They were silent until Tammy broke the silence. “I can see your head is still as strong as ever,” she giggled.

I looked up to her, my eyes barely open. “I think coffee is alright with me,” I said before I pressed my nose against the table.

“Coffee was all you had during your trip. You need food in your system,” Kelly said. She got off her chair and walked to the fridge. She took a box of cereal from the top of the fridge, took a bowl out from one of the cupboards, and poured in the cereal. “Do you want milk with it?”

“Do what you want,” I said like a zombie, my face still on the table.

The girls giggled from hearing me sound like I was dead. Tammy, Kelly, and Chloe were more girl than I was. I was a tomboy compared to all of them.

I had jet black hair that reached midway up my back with blood red highlights. My eyes were hazel brown, I was a little more tan than they were, since they lived in a rainy and cloudy area for a while. I was thin, I would once in a while find myself wearing a small shirt. I mostly wore clothes in a medium, I was a pretty small medium sized girl. I'm a little muscular, but I lost some muscle when I sports. I had three piercings on my left ear and two on the other. I had a small diamond earing on the tip of my left ear, it hurt when I got it, but I got over the stinging a few hours later. I wasn't that tall compared to when I was in the fourth grade, about 5'5, I was the second tallest in the house now, Chloe beat me by an inch. I was wearing a green tank top, dark blue jeans, poke-a-dot loafers, a seashell bracelet, a wristband with music notes on it, an Italian charm bracelet, and a necklace of a heart with wings on it.

Kelly placed the cereal bowl in front of me. I looked at it for a sec, took the spoon, and took a small portion of the cereal in my mouth. I took only a few bites of the cereal before walking out of the kitchen. “Tori!” Tammy yelled before running to me and grabbed me by my wrist. I looked back at her.

“What?”

“You're going to pass out if you don't eat anything.”

“I'm fine, I've skipped breakfast before and still get good grades.”

“We know, but all you had was coffee in like a few hours of driving. You haven't eaten anything since lunch yesterday,” Tammy said to me, joining the conversation.

“I'll be fine, I promise. I'll eat something for lunch today. I'm hardly hungry at all,” I said to them calmly.

They all looked at me suspiciously. They know I speak the truth and never broke a promise in my life. So they trust me, they just worry about me. They treat me like a sister. They shrugged and walked away, only Chloe remained. “We're just worried about you hon. We don't want you passing out during class,” she said with worry in her voice.

“I know you're worried. I'll be fine,” I said with a smile on my face.
She looked at me for a while and walked away. My bag was on the sofa already, so all I did was wait for all of them to get their bags from the rooms and search for their books around the house. I leaned against the wall next to the front door, waiting very patiently for all of them. They all came one at a time, until Kelly finally came downstairs with her stuff. “We all ready?” I asked them.

They all nodded.

We all walked out the front door and saw that my car was out on the side of the street.

“Hey cool. Your cars done,” Tammy said in excitement. She skipped to my car and jumped into the backseat.

“Was your car broken?” Kelly asked me.

“Not broken. It ran out of gas. I had towers giving me a ride here when they took my car to their shop,” I said causally and shrugged it off.

“Wait . . . if you said towers . . . do you mean the Burns gave you a ride here?” Chloe got all excited.

Kelly and Chloe stared at me, but Tammy was in the car, waiting for Chloe and Kelly's reaction of who gave me the ride. Tammy already got excited about Constantine giving me a ride, so she's waiting for the other two to freak out with a smile on her face. I looked at both of them. Eyes were on only me and it made me as nervous as heck.

“If you mean by Burns, I'm guessing Constantine is one of them?” I asked them, a little scared of their reaction, I then began running to my car for cover from their screaming.

I looked at Kelly and Chloe, their mouths wide open and staring at each other in excitement. I then heard high pitched fan girl squeals from the both of them before they ran to my car and jumped in. “I'm sooo jealous of you Tori. You got to ride in the same car as Constantine!” Chloe said with excitement, wanting more info in her voice.

“It's not just Constantine that was in the tow truck with me. Jesse was there too when they picked me up. Constantine gave me a ride here,” I said to them as I started my car. The engine roaring to life.
All the girls gasped. “Jesse was there too? Lucky duck!” Tammy said.

“He may not look like it, but he's actually a senior. I know, it's hard to believe, seeing how old he looks. But he's really a senior,” Kelly said in excitement.

The gasping fan girl thing was getting on my nerves. I stayed silent, torturing the girls, ignoring all their questions about Conner and Jesse. It was killing them in many ways and I had fun with it.

It wasn't crowded when we got to Forks High School. There were pretty good parking spaces. I parked my car, so the walk won't be far for everyone. Everyone began walking to the benches as I walked to the front office. “Will you want help getting there?” one of them asked me.

“No, I'll be ok. I'm pretty good with sight.”

I walked to the front and found the office no problem. Once I opened the door, I felt a warm breeze hit my entire body when I entered. It was a lot warmer in there instead of outside. I shyly walked to the front desk, a little weirded out that everything is new to me. I walked to the desk, waiting patiently for whoever is going to help me. I saw a woman, possibly middle-aged with bright red hair. I approached the red haired woman. “Excuse me?” I said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

She looks up to me, looking calmly into my face. “May I help you?” she asked me kindly, but sounding a little ill. There was probably something going around from person to person. Knowing where I am, I can understand why people would get sick easily. I know I won't get sick. I hardly got sick at all, so there was nothing to worry about my health.

“I'm Victoria O'Dell, I'm here to pick up my schedule,” I said to her, sounding like I was more innocent than I really am.

“Oh, we were expecting you Ms. O'Dell,” she said to me while looking through the filers. It took her a while to look for my schedule. She finally gave me my schedule. “Be sure to get your teachers to sign this and come back after school.”

“I will,” I walked away.

I caught up with the other girls. I saw boys were hanging out with them when I spotted them. I shyly walked up to the group and sat next to Chloe. “Hey, there you are. It took a little longer than I thought. Hey guys this is Tori O'Dell. Daniel O'Dell's kid. Tori this is Nathan, Michael, Tanner, Dustin, and Cody,” Chloe pointed out to each of the boys.

Nathan was the tall, messy haired dirty blond boy, his hair was so long it reached an inch past his shoulders. He was taller than me and pretty thin, he was so thin that he made me look stronger than him. Michael was a Hispanic boy with spiky black hair. He had braces and about a few inches taller than me. Michael wasn't cute, but he wasn't ugly either, he was just average. Tanner was the cutest of all of them. He had long blond hair, at least chin length. He was thin and maybe 5'11 feet, he had a water polo kind of body, so he was more muscular than the other guys. Dustin was really nice and probably my favorite guy I'd rather talk to often. He wore light blue sunglasses and had sandy blond hair that slightly went past his chin. Then there was Cody, another blond haired kid, his hair was between clean and messy, with light blue eyes.

I introduced myself to all of them, they were all friendly. Tanner had his eyes on me most of the time, which made me feel really uncomfortable and a little fidgety. The bell rang, thank the Lord. I got up so fast that I nearly threw myself into one of the guys. From all the embarrassment, my pace quickened to my class. I looked at my schedule and found the first building with no problem. I entered the class casually like everyone else, so I could hide from everyone that I was new. They probably already guessed I was new since no one around here has a hair style like mine, at least non that I've seen around the school or Forks. I walked to the front to see the teacher and asked him to sign my schedule. He signed my schedule and welcomed me. I was glad that he didn't want me to introduce myself to to entire class. I get really nervous and red whenever I speak in front of everyone.
My first class was English, my favorite class. Reading and making short stories was my best talent, so it's an easy A for me. Chloe was a few rows in front of me, so we would give notes to each other about things. One of the notes that bothered me were the Jesse/Constantine notes. She kept asking me if they were being nice to me, how I felt about them, or what I talked about with them. I ignored all of them, because I hated talking about men. She knows better than the other girls that I had problems with men. I've known her since Kindergarten and she has always known about my problem better than Kelly and Tammy.

Class ended like a second later to me. It was way too quick to even be a class to me. I left the class with Chloe and walked to our next class. Chloe told me that Kelly was in my next class, so I won't feel lonely. Gym was next, so it was just simple to find it. Kelly met me outside the girl's locker room and walked in with me. I went to the teacher's office to tell her to sign my schedule and to give me my uniform. She handed me the uniform without asking what my size is. The shirt and shorts were the right size, amazingly. I changed into my gym uniform as fast as I could and caught up with Kelly.

Kelly was giggling when we got into the basketball court. “What are you giggling about?” I asked her, wondering why her fan girl giggle was in control. I looked around to see what she was giggling about until I came across a familiar face.

His skin as pale as I remembered, thin as a runner, his hair shining from the lights, and as beautiful as I could remember from seeing him in the darkness last night. His white shirt makes his skin more pale, but the black shorts saves the color of his skin a little bit.

“Oh . . . thats why,” I said, my voice barely choking. My heart was throbbing again, my face was becoming hot again. What the heck is wrong with me? I thought to myself, feeling my face. I was burning up. I shook my head really fast and Kelly was noticing what I was doing.

“See? Constantine is here!! This is why I love gym!” she said excitedly before skipping towards the boys that were done dressing. I sighed before joining her. When I got there, I tried to control myself from looking at Constantine. I would glimpse at him every once in a while. I would find him looking at me too, or most likely glare. What is he glaring at me for? Did I do something that upset him? Is it because I told him that I didn't trust men and that I didn't want to tell him my problems about them? Is that it?

The teacher finally came in and told us that we'll be in groups. She chose the team for us instead of the students choosing their teammates.

The first team was made. I found myself in a team with Constantine. I didn't know whether to feel happy that I got to be in the same team with someone I became friends with when I got to Forks or be scared of him glaring at me whenever I look at him. The thought bothered me until I woke up from my daze and got ready for volley ball.

Volley ball was the worst sport I have ever done and I was no good at it. Hitting the ball over the net was no problem for me, its just hitting it from under or serving was my worst talent in volley ball history.

I was instructed to go in front of the net and Constantine was the server. I was looking over at the other team, who I was up against. Kelly was on the other side of the net. She looked excited and gave me a thumbs up. She was telling me that it must be “awesome” that I was in Constantine's team. I thought for a moment. Is it? I kept repeating in my head.

I was in a daze, wondering if it is a good thing that I was in Constantine's team or not. I woke up when I heard the whistle blow in my ear. I finally payed attention, getting ready to hit the ball. Constantine had the ball with him. I was waiting patiently, minding my own business, until I felt something hit my head from the back of my head. I looked behind myself and saw that Constantine had an evil smile on his face. He did that on purpose!? I screamed in my head. What the hell!
I heard the whistle again. “Come on Constantine. You've been our best server. Why hit someone now?” the teacher asked, looking at him weirdly, but also looking angry.

I glared at him, ready to punch his gut or at least knee him down at the sensitive part. “Sorry coach. I won't do it again,” he said, taking the ball again and gave me an evil grin at me. I have him the coldest look and turned away, facing the net.

I felt the ball hit me yet again! My head slowly turned to him. I glared at him and he glared at me back. I swear, his eyes were darker than they were last night. His eyes looked as black as my hair.

I was scared inside. I felt a jolt of fear when I kept staring at his black eyes. Wasn't his eyes blue? I thought to myself.

His eyes were blue when I spoke to him. So what happened? Color contacts maybe?
“Constantine!” the teacher yelled.

“I promise I won't do that again,” Constantine said, his hands up, looking like the police has a gun pointing at him, but looking indifferent in his face.

“One more and you're sitting out,” she said, furious in her voice.

“Fine.”

I glared at him another moment before I turned around. I heard the ball smack onto his hand. I was ready for him to feel that ball on my head again. But I saw the ball fly over the net.

I was ready. When the ball came falling toward me, I jumped and smacked the ball over the net, towards Kelly. Kelly hit the ball over the net over to my teammate next to me.

The game went on a little while until the bell rang. We all went to our locker rooms. Before I went through the door to the girl's locker room, I looked over at Constantine and glared at him. He didn't see me, so I got the chance to glare at him without me noticing. I then walked back inside with Kelly when she woke me from my glare stage.

“I've never seen Constantine like that before,” Kelly told me as I waited for her to get into her layers of girly clothes.

“He was never like that last night. Did I piss him off?” I asked her as I leaned on a locker next to her.
“Well . . . that depends. What did you do to him? What did you tell him?” she asked me, putting her jeans on.

“Well . . . we put my bags in my room. We were talking about how awesome my room was—”

“He liked the room!! Eek!” she interrupted with a squealed.

I glared at her, her fan girl side getting on my nerves. “Anyways . . . we were talking about how awesome the room was. Then he looked at me and asked why I was always looking at him coldly. I told him that I didn't trust him and other men—”

“What!? Are you insane? Never tell a hot guy that!” Kelly interrupted me again, looking shocked and angry. “No wonder he was hitting you on the head today. He's angry that you don't trust men. You never tell a boy that you don't trust him, even if you have bad luck with men,” she criticized me.

I sighed. “Well . . . in his eyes . . . it looked like he wanted to know the truth of why I was always glaring at him in some moments. It looked like he really wanted to get to know me,” I said to her. Quietly, but loud enough that she heard.

She gave me a look like she was about to scream her fan girl scream again. But she didn't scream. She took both my hands, giving me a smile like she was happy that I gave her a gift she loved. “I don't know what it is. But that moment...he wants to know you. He likes you already,” she said to me, sounding like she's my mother talking to me about boys. “He's giving you a sign that he wants to be with you.”

I took my hands away, feeling uncomfortable. “I don't think it's that. Most men acted like that around me, I accepted one though. And look what happened,” I said to her coldly. Feeling a huge hole in my heart. That hole was drilled into me when I broke up with ex. I promised myself to stay away from men on that day.

“I know. But Derek was an ass. You must have been the best thing that has happened to him and the only best thing that'll happen to him. And look what happened. He blew his chances with being the perfect boyfriend when you were the perfect girlfriend,” she told me, looking into my eyes.

This subject was making the ache in my heart hurt more and more each second. I walked away from Kelly when we reached the part that Derek tried to kiss me one time.

Kelly caught up with me and apologized for hurting me on the subject of my terrible love life. We were silent for a while when we walked together.

[Haku]

I've missed out on so much wonderful chapters.

[Lectori Salutem]

There are two first chapters? Or is this the first chapter of some sort of prequel?
Anyways, it was very good!!!

[Elphaba_1]

the one i just posted was the very first chapter of the story. The first chapter I posted in the beginning was the last half of chapter 2. And yea, I'll add in the first half of chapter 2 of the chapter I first posted here

[Lectori Salutem]

Okay.

I'm looking forward to it!

[Haku]

Yeah I'll be on the lookout as well.

[Elphaba_1]

Chapter 13: Forever

Only a day until Winter Formal. December 22nd was the day of Winter Formal and I had to wait thirteen hours and fifty minutes for Conner to drag me into his car to take me to the last event I’d go to with the entire school.

My white dress that Conner chose two months ago was sitting in my closet, completely clean with the plastic wrapping over it. I wasn’t completely thrilled with Winter Formal coming up. Even if I was a dancer, I never really enjoyed free style. Only because I had no free style skills at all, so there was no way I’d dance when everyone else has been to more dances than me.

I was finishing off my essay about what I believed in; like mythical creatures or anything else that doesn’t seem real in modern times for history. It was an easy assignment, even for a ten year old. After spending nearly half a year in a senior class for someone as old as I am, the classes weren’t all that challenging. The only bad grade I have in my report card is at least a C+, something I wouldn’t cry about to my parents at all.

After writing down that I believed in vampires and werewolves, I was thinking of what my father was doing at that very moment. I haven’t seen him since I was ten, probably no change at all, finally discovering that he’s a vampire when I was told to be a half breed of the two enemies.

What has my father been doing? Filming another movie . . . taking a break from all the stardom. Probably fearing that I might have found out about my heritage. Maybe seeing him for a little while wouldn’t hurt. But what should I say? “Hey dad, what’s been going on with you? . . . Oh nothing really happened to me, just found out I’m half werewolf and vampire. Is there something you’re not telling me?” Yea right!

I sighed and turned myself around from my chair, only to see Conner blocking my view of my incredible black room. “Hey Conner, what’s up?” I asked playfully and grimly, trying to pretend that I was getting annoyed with him appearing out of nowhere.

He already knew I was teasing and smiled. “Nothing much, just me missing you, nothing new or special.”

I glared at him and he only smiled before chuckling and hugging me. “I really hate it when you do that.”

“Uh huh, sure. You already know that I’m kidding, so you don’t have to take them seriously,” he smiled, pressing his cheek on the top of my head.

“Yea . . . but—”

“Shh . . .,” placing his cold finger lightly on my lips. “Let’s just end the argument. So what are you planning to get out of the dance?” he smiled.

I groaned. “You are unbelievable! I already told you I’m not going.”

He gave me the puppy pout. I swear he did it so well that actual puppies would stare at him and feel utter shame and jealousy. “But I already bought the tickets two months ago. Be happy I bought them incredibly early. I would have bought them with the rest of the school when the announcement came up, but I’m not that human now am I?” he raised an eyebrow.

I glared at him, but my red cheeks gave me away from the pleasure. Just staring at him still sends butterflies in my stomach to flutter everywhere. How is it that I have more vampire blood in me and still look the same, while Conner still looked as handsome as the stars? I still feel embarrassed just walking next to him for my lack of beauty.

“Did you enjoy your shower a few nights ago? Must have been weird for you.”

“It was a little weird,” he answered with a smile, revealing his pure white teeth.

I smiled back at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and stared into his deep blue eyes. “You’re still perfect the way you are. Just like always,” I said while running my fingers through his midnight black hair. Still silky, soft, clean, and undamaged. No sign of gel as evidence. His black hair, too perfect for gel or hairspray, not even spit. His long, soft, and straight hair was too perfect to even belong to a human’s. After seeing Edward, they somehow seem alike. Only Conner was a tad less protective while Edward was over the top protective.

“Nah . . . if I was perfect, I would have given you flowers and chocolates. Speaking of which . . .,” he disappeared for a second then reappeared behind me, hiding his hands behind his back.

I gave him the stink eye and crossed my arms across my chest. “Constantine . . .”

“Nah ah, you’re not allowed to kill me just yet,” he smiled, his hands moving away from his back and showed me what he had in his hands.

He indeed had a box of vanilla cream chocolates with a bouquet of black roses. I smiled as I blushed a little. “So what do the black roses stand for?” I asked.

He handed me the flowers and placed the chocolates on the desk before hugging me around my waist. “The roses stand for what you’re like to me. Incredibly unique as an individual only. To me, you are my black rose. I don’t care what the meaning of black roses mean. To me you are a black rose in a good way. You stand out in a field of white roses. For years I’ve been in a field of white roses, all are the same and uninteresting to me because I’ve seen them for so long.

And then there was you. I found you in the middle of the entire field. It was your uniqueness that drew me to you. You’re different and think differently than other people. And because of the way you are, it’s the reason why I love you,” Conner said to me peacefully, nearly whispering in my ear.

My face has reached over the top red; I was nearly all blood red instead of bright rose red. After seeing how red my face was, he laughed. “Don’t laugh. After describing me like a rose, you’d blush too when you speak like that romantically,” I said sheepishly.

“Only I can’t. I’m not completely human so I can’t blush. At least I can’t become as pink or red as your cheeks. You’re fun to tease and charm,” he smiled, kissing me on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes. He seriously loves doing that to me. Dazzling me is like his job now, what else can he do for me? Besides making me pink in the face. “You know . . . even if you give me flowers and chocolates, I’m still not going,” I said grimly as he was still holding me by the waist.

He sighed and his head dropped. “Okay fine, I’ll take the flowers and chocolates back then,” he said as he took my bouquet and my chocolates as he walked away to the door.

“Wait noooo!” I playfully whined as I hugged him from behind. “At least let me have a piece of chocolate firrrrrst.”

He laughed, flashing his white teeth and then hugged me, burying my face into his chest. “I love you so much.”

I smiled back as I embraced him back. “I know you do, you remind me eeeeveryday,” I said sarcastically. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “You missed.”

“Pardon?” he looked confusingly. I looked up at him and pointed at my lips. He laughed and kissed me on the lips passionately.

After Conner visiting me, I checked on my dress and was planning on hiding the dress, as an excuse to not go to the dance at all. He caught me a few times by spying on me in my mind, what’s the point in planning something when your boyfriend has servalince cameras implanted in your own mind and eyes? No privacy at all, like I’ve said over and over to myself.

As I was writing my extra credit paper about what I wanted to do for the future and how I was going to reach it. How was I going to reach my goal? I wanted to be a vampire, but Conner thought I was “perfect” the way I was already. Only a perfect boyfriend would say that to his “perfect girlfriend.” How was I perfect though? I was half of the enemy race and I seemed to be too nerd-like to be around someone like Conner. As much as I loved him, he was kind of giving me the image of being the girl Conner felt sorry for and thought of going out with just to make that nerd feel better. I felt like that. But it didn’t bother me until I looked at my dress for the second time.

It’s true. He’d wear a tuxedo and looking stunning, when I’d look like a shy punk wearing a dress awkwardly as I would stand next to Conner. Was this how Bella felt with Edward? Why couldn’t I be as dazzling as Conner and Edward? I have vampire blood flowing in me! Even if vampire’s blood were dead and frozen, mine was flowing because of the werewolf blood that was still warm and alive. I was unnaturally pretty to the human student body in my current school and my “crime city” school, but I didn’t expect to be pretty enough to have that kind of creature in me.

And not only that, until recently, I never drank blood unless it was my blood from my nose or from a cut I got after some kind of activity. I never expected to drink blood like a vicious beast and enjoy the edible taste. I once in a while thought of what human blood tasted like, but I kept beating myself to a bloody pulp to get the thought out of my mind.

I walked to my bed and crashed onto my face. School was going to b a drag. Since the dance was so close to touch, all the girls at the school would come up to me and ask me if I’d predict my time with Conner. Like I know anything. Alice would know, but there’d be no chance that she’d tell me how the event would go with me. But whatever, it was only Conner and me, no care in the world. I’ll just try to have fun and then hide in the bathroom to prevent Conner from coming in.

School was exactly how I imagined it last night, girls swarmed around me when Conner left me alone to go to the library and get himself the right books for history. “So what are you going to wear?” or “What car will he use to take you to the dance?” or “Your nails aren’t going to be black again, are they?”

All questions were driving me off the wall. Once someone got to the subject of what Conner and I would do after the dance, Conner appeared from behind the group, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me away from the swarming gossip-hungry fiends and into the hard rain. “Thank you soo much! I owe you,” I sighed in relief.

Conner chuckled as he pulled me around the corner and gently pushed me onto building four’s wall. We both smiled and lightly kissed one another. A kiss in the rain must be the best kiss in the world, like kissing under fireworks, or locking lips next to a fireplace. But who cares? His kisses were magnificent to feel. After kissing, our lips separated and looked into each other’s eyes. He brushed strands of wet hair out of my face and next to the side of my cheek and kissed my forehead.

“I love you and always will,” he whispered to me.

“Same here. I want to stay by your side for as long as time can take me.”

“And as long as you’re alive . . . I’ll protect you with my wings. Wait for me in the stars when you’re lonely and I’ll fly up to those stars to find you. You’re important to me now; you’re the keeper of my heart and soul.” He took my hand and our fingers intertwined. “You are my light that has now become the dawn and twilight. Both so beautiful, but sad to see so little of the light. But still beautiful,” he smiled.

Aaaahhhhh!! How can he make such a beautiful metaphor when I’m the one failing English now for the stupid poetry subject we were cramming in our brains! He can make a sentence sound poetic when I can make words that sounded like I memorized it when I found a poem in the trashcan. Stupid lack of beautiful creativity!

“There are times that I hate you,” I said grimly and shook my head at him.

Conner was silent and then chuckled. “Oh, because your poems sound like—”

“You don’t have to repeat what I was thinking!” I interrupted.

He laughed and hugged me closely. “Just a few more hours, love. You’ll enjoy it,” he whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes. “I will find a way to get out of it. I’ll carry the tickets for you.”

“No can do. I just read your thoughts and you were planning on burning the tickets,” he snickered.

I sighed in disbelief. “I am never going to find a way to get out of this situation, am I?”

“Nope,” he said cheerfully before kissing my head.

I look up at him, his eyes still as dark blue as the coming night. How can someone so fabulous and gorgeous even exist and be a part of my world. I don’t know how my life would be like if I never met Conner. Maybe it would be depressing since I’d still be getting over Derek, my ex-boyfriend. But there’s no way of telling how my life would have been like without Conner. He’s in front of me, glorious as God’s hand and pure hearted as the color of an untainted angel’s feather.

He sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing . . . I was just reading,” he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “You’re unbelievable!”

He chuckled and hugged me from behind. “Do you want to get out of the rain?”

“Nah . . . you’re colder than the rain, so I’m cool. And I’ve grown used to the cold ages ago.”

“I know . . . you better not pretend to have a fever when I pick you up. I’ll know,” he said seriously but playfully.

I groaned as I stomped away from him. He caught up with me within a second and took my hand lovingly. He kissed my head as he smiled his majestic smile. “How do you seriously do that?”

Conner was confused. He blinked and placed his cheek on my head. “Seriously do what?”

“Dazzle people,” I answered.

“Oh . . . I only dazzle you. I occasionally spoke to other girls and they would giggle sometimes. But I don’t do it on purpose,” he explained.

“So . . . dazzling me is an accident?”

Conner laughed. “No. Dazzling you isn’t an accident. I just love how you look whenever I do so,” he smiled before taking my hair and kissing it. He also placed his hand on my heart and felt how fast my heart was beating. His touch sent butterflies to fly maniacally in my stomach and the blood flowed through my veins and to my cheeks. Damn it Constantine! “See . . . it’s already affecting you as it is,” he said under his breath.

“That’s only because . . . because I have a test I’m worried about,” I lied.

He snickered under his breath and kissed my burning cheek. “Liar,” he said cheerfully.

I sighed in disbelief. “Let go, I’m in no mood to feel cold arms around my waist,” I said.

I felt his head slouch down while giving me a dark look. “Uh huh . . . last time I heard, you liked the cold. So you must like my touch,” he said as he pulled me closer from around my waist to his pelvis. Even if he was wearing pants, just felling his crotch was making me nervous as it is. Dammit Conner! “Either that or you’re trying to say that you’d rather feel humanly warm arms,” he said seriously.

“No!” I yelled as I hugged him back. “I’d rather feel your arms around me . . . no one else,” I said under my breath as I closed my eyes. I already told him about my stupid ex-boyfriend, he already knew I was in pain when I came to Forks. He knew the reason why I was anti-social with only the guys and why I was treating him coldly when I came here. But thank God for my coldness, if I wasn’t, then Constantine wouldn’t love me.

He also told me why I attracted him to me. He explained how I treated him differently compared to the other girls, he loved how my personality was different compared to theirs, how my likings were so guy-like instead of interesting in shoes and girly crap. I see why thought, but never the thought of why me. Me . . . the weird girl that happens to be younger than him by two years . . . to the humans that is. I’m a hundreds of years younger than him, but for now I’m only two years younger that happens to be smart enough to be in a senior class.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he whispered to me. His breath as cool as the wind, his scent would force my heart to leap like a kangaroo jumping away from its predator. He took my face with his right hand, his index finger and thumb on each side of me, gently but also hard.

To a human, she would have been crushed by his hand holding her face, but for me, I’d still live. With vampire blood and werewolf blood flowing inside me, I can live through the worst things. He lowered his head towards me, his lips with its perfect curve or a smile before he kissed me deeply. My eyes were closed, mainly because his kisses would send me into a dream, the other reason that was non important was because of the rain dripping down my face and eyes like bullets.

School went by slowly as usual. Things are getting way out of hand with the vampire speed. Poor Conner, handling this for three hundred years? How does he do it? Spanish was just as confusing in a way, English was getting a little better after Conner gave me some pointers of how to make a poem sound beautiful before class started, and History was still on my nerves until we got to the part when vampire legends were born.

For people who think of me as weird, they just stared at me in disbelief that I was interested in legends of vampires. They find me odd and even ask me questions if I believed in vampires and asked where they lived. I’d tell them anywhere dark and explain that there were such things as emotion suckers instead of blood suckers.

After school ended, I ran to the parking lot, only because I thought of a plan to get out of the dance. I ran to my car, only to find it missing. I looked around left and right and smelled Conner’s cold scent where my car used to be. I rolled my hands into a fist and bit my lip in anger. Apparently he already knew about my plan during class. Dammit . . .

I turned around and found Conner leaning on a Chevy with MY keys spinning around his fingers. I crossed my arms around my chest as I glared at him and he only smiled his mischievous smile.

“You’re a son of a bitch once in a while,” I said to him.

His smile became wider. “So I’ve heard,” he chuckled, walking to me and wrapped his arm around my neck and walked me towards his green BMW. He opened the door for me and I stared at him sternly.

“Do you want to walk instead?” he asked.

“I’d rather walk,” I answered.

“And you know I won’t let you,” he said as he gestured me to walk inside.

I sighed in defeat and slid in the passenger seat before he slammed the door and appeared next to me half a second later. I looked out the window and other students are just walking to the parking lot, vampire speed again.

“No one will see us being a little normal,” he smiled, kissing my cheek later on and started the engine. I took in a deep breath as my cheek under his lips. I felt his lips curl into a smile as he kissed my cheek, to my jaw line, and back to my lips. He pressed his lips somewhat harder than usual with great passion, my cheeks glowed its red color, my lips burned hotter than usual. The stinging sensation in my mouth was filling up; my thoughts were racing in my head like racecars in a big race to win a trophy. Am I craving his blood? Was that why the venom in me was filling up my mouth like I was hungry for food?

We drove back to my place with conversations here and there. We got to the old “getting to know one another better before becoming lovers” questioners. He asked of my favorite color, my favorite band, why they were my favorite, my favorite musical of all times, and all that jazz. I asked him some questions that were way beyond the years of my lifetime. I asked about what he did when he was human. He answered that he was a poet. No wonder he makes things sound beautiful.

“I was working on a poem in my human years, but I died before I ever finished it,” he told me.

“Dammit. If it took you a while to work on it, it must have been good,” I said before I snapped my finger after he told me he died when he was close to completion.

“Well . . . I’m still working on it. You inspired me to work on it again. When I looked back at it, I wanted to redo it. The poem didn’t sound . . . fantasy-related. Like it didn’t sound magical in a fairytale kind of way,” Conner said.

“I . . . inspired you?” I asked in disbelief. I never realized I had that much affect on a human being . . . or a magical-monstrous being at all.

“Yea. I’m almost done with it. I’m still stuck on a sentence that I want to finish as a last touch of . . . something sweet but dark,” he explained.

“I can’t help you out on this. I’m the one failing English because I can’t write poetry for shit,” I said, shaking my head of disapproval.

“You’re doing fine. I checked out your grades and you’re getting a B- in English,” he said with a smirk.

“How did you know that?”

“Coe is somewhat a vampire believer, it’s not for certain, but its there.”

I smiled at him. “I love you so much Conner. Thank you for your help,” I said, before hugging him. I didn’t notice we stopped in front of the house and I just thought of something out of selfishness. “Can I come over to your house?”

He looked over to me and raised an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

“Can I come over to your place? Maybe I can try helping you with your poem.”

He thought for a moment, I waited patiently. I’ve never seen his house before and I just realized until now that he never invited me over to his place.

“I guess it’s time for you to take a peek. I’ve looked inside your place plenty of times, so I guess you can,” he smiled.

My heart leapt out of its spot. I was actually excited to go. When it came to Bella and the Cullen family, Bella felt at home. I actually miss going to the Cullen house, but thinking of going in Conner’s home was actually revoltingly pleasant.

He shrugged and turned the car in reverse. “What the hell? I guess it’s time for you to check out your fantasy vampire house,” he chuckled.

I laughed with him as we drove off like drunks. We somehow got to the subject about what drinks we’ve tasted. I told him the truth about trying a few different wines and maybe a beer. The beer I could live without and I’m more of a white wine kind of person. It depended on the white whine though. I can’t remember what it was, but I do remember it was sweet. But after thinking about drinks, I got a little sick, maybe since I’m drinking blood that human food and drinks don’t appetizes me anymore.

It was getting a little darker, twilight colors were showering over the blue sky. The trees seemed to become thicker. As we spoke about drinks, parties, and I couldn’t believe it, but we also spoke about Derek. It burned my tongue to speak about him, my heart kept sinking lower whenever my mind wandered into memory lane of the terrible things he never did for me. I didn’t want to talk about Derek anymore. As much as I love Conner from the bottom of my heart, replacing my love for Derek, there’s still a small fraction of me that still felt something for Derek, it even pained me to remember that feeling.

We got to the house as I was fighting the urge to break down and hold my chest from the lost broken heart. I looked up and was amazed to see that this was his house. It was snow white, seven windows on both the second and first floor, the doors were huge (big enough to fit maybe eight people at the same time), the grass was possibly and it was maybe knee high. I noticed as I got closer to the house with Conner that the house was made of marble. It looked more like a mansion from Greece than a house that belonged in Forks.

I walked inside the white wooden doors; the room was different from the inside than how the house looked outside. It looked elegant and modern. The room was huge and square, there were stairs in the other room to my left, there was a silver metal pole to the second floor that was in front of me. Which meant that they either jump to the second floor if they wished instead of using the stairs or they’d use it to go downstairs because it was more fun or faster. To my right was just a wall with a giant door that was closed. I’ll check it out later when I’ve adjusted to the house first, then I’ll explore that one room. The room to the stairs was the dinning room that was used for props only. There was a long rectangular table that seated twelve people.

Eight people of the Cullen family, including Bella and four to the Burns family, including me. Yay, at least I’m a part of the vampire world, mostly that is.

Anyways, the walls were covered with paintings of Paris, beaches from Ireland, anywhere that was cloudy, but beautiful. There were also photos, in black, white, and whitish cream colored, of London, roses, elegant houses with a beautiful background, other forests that looked incredibly green, and most were photos of Forks in the winter seasons. I was in complete awe of the Burns’ taste in art, I was jealous of how creative they were in choice of areas and chose those spots to make something incredibly glorious.

“Tori?” Conner called my name, his voice so much like velvet, like Edward’s.

I looked up to him after my awing moment has been broken. “Yea?”

“So what do you think?” he asked me, his cold, stone-like hand still holding onto my extremely warm, fever-like hand.

“So far I think it’s amazing,” I answered him, a slight laughter to it. The entire time I’ve known and loved him, I imagined a vampire’s house looking more like how Hollywood created it, boy was I wrong. It looked more like an artist’s house, the Cullen’s looking elegant like a rich man’s mansion, and now I feel like beating myself up for ever thinking of vampire’s houses looking creepy and dirty.

“I’m sorry it’s such a mess,” he apologized to me.

“This is ‘a mess’? It’s the cleanest mess I’ve ever seen!” I screamed.

He chuckled and hugged me. I then saw Jesse standing next to us, his arms folded across his chest with a wide smile. I hesitated and lightly pushed Conner away from me. I then dusted myself and perked up for no apparent reason. Now that I think of what I was doing, just for Jesse, I thought to myself of why I did that exactly. Jesse wasn’t Conner’s parents, or vampires pretending to be their parents like the Cullens are with Carlisle and Esme being the adopted parents.

In my mind, I was punching my face, scolding myself for trying to be a perfect girlfriend for Conner in front of one of his family members. Jesse is just a “half brother-in-law,” like Conner told me before a while ago while chuckling. He’s the exact same guy who gave me a lift towards his garage when I drove to Forks and then ran out of gas a few months ago.

“Hey Jesse. Great to see you again,” I hesitated for some reason.

Jesse’s laughter nearly echoed around the walls. “What’s with the sheepish act? You’re bolder than this. Is it because you’re somewhere new?” Jesse asked.

“Um . . . well, I guess,” I blushed.

Conner gave me a little nudge with a little smile. “Quit picking on her. She’s still amazed that she actually gets to see the house since I’ve been watching her sleep in the night,” Conner said.

“Ooooh, a pedophile isn’t he?” Jesse teased.

“I am not!” Conner defended himself.

“Technically, you are,” I said grimly. It is true, he’s only three hundred and something years old.

Conner rolled his eyes before bumping his hip at me. “Thanks for taking my side,” he mumbled.

My smile became wider before I bumped my hip back at him. “It’s my job to make you feel how I feel whenever I lose a little match,” I said with a little pride in my tone.

“Like that blinking contest? Dude, you owe me for making me lose,” Jesse pointed out to Conner.

“Oh right! I forgot about that. Kind of a bad memory, but yea, something like that. Only he didn’t feel guilt then, he was toying with me. Like you were forcing me to fall in love with you,” I said. A light bulb then flickered on. I slowly looked towards Conner and glared at him a death glare. “Conner . . .”

“Okay, okay . . . I was kind of trying to break the ice queen barrier that was leaking out of your spirit. But look what happened, you’ve become more social, and you’re nicer to me,” Conner said with a shrug.

I groaned. “Urgh! You’re unbelievable Constantine!” I screamed.

“It was for the better!” Conner yelled back. “And I said not to call me Constantine.”

“Whatever! That was a way to feeling me up to win me in a way! You thought I’d be an innocent little girl that knows nothing of you and that you’d get to me some by acting nice and then doing some daft thing!” I yelled. It was becoming a little clearer of why he acted like that then. But why did I feel angry? It was already too late for me.

“No, that’s not how it is!” Conner said as he grabbed my shoulders firmly, forcing me to stay at my spot and not running away. He wasn’t being gentle this time, I could feel his stiff bones holding me. He already knows that I’m not fragile anymore, I’m as strong as a vampire and a werewolf combined, I’ll survive. “When I saw you . . . I fell deeply in love with you. You looked like a deer in the headlights at first, but even then . . . there was something in your dead eyes that told me there was something different and attracting about you.

“You were depressed then. Your eyes were still red and puffy from your drive towards Forks. You looked like you were about to collapse right in front of me. I was thinking to myself ‘Why her? Why this fragile looking girl? Why did she have to go through such pain before she adjusted to this new place? And why here?’”

And for the first time ever, I actually saw through Conner’s eyes. I saw his point of view of how I looked to his eyes when he saw me that one dark night when he looked at me through his dark windows from the back of the truck. My eyes did look red and there were tears. Was I crying then and didn’t realize it. Maybe he was reading my mind then too before I found out his secret.

“You guys know I’m here right?” Jesse asked.

I looked towards Jesse, the vision of Conner’s memory broken. “Sorry.”

“We’ll go in my room then. See ya later Jesse. Tell Emma to give us some privacy,” Conner said as he took my hand and walked me towards the stairs. Jesse didn’t disappear, but I know he meant to become invisible. He was running up the stairs as he past us. Conner then picked me up and carried me up the stairs to the second floor. I paid no attention to my surroundings, I was in a complete daze as he was holding me like a newborn baby to his room. I remembered that he opened a door before gently placing me on something soft under me before he kissed me deeply.

He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. “So do you believe me instead of that nonsense you thought of downstairs?” he asked me.

I only nodded instead of trying to find my voice. “I’m sorry,” I suddenly said.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. You already know I love you and there’s nothing that can change that. You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he slyly smiled.

“Why would I want to get rid of you?” I asked.

He shrugged with a look of indecision. “I dunno. Maybe you want a normal boyfriend like Derek?”

I shook my head viciously as I closed my eyes shut, trying to prevent loose tears to slide away. “Don’t!” I said before taking in deep breaths. “Don’t . . . I don’t want to remember him again. I don’t want him anymore. I don’t love him the way I love you. It hurts when I remember him,” I said. My voice was very hoarse, like a frog was caught in my throat. Oh god . . . I think I do still ‘love’ Derek, the L.A. Tori still loved him, that little 1% of that L.A. me was still alive while Forks Tori was trying to kill that small fraction.

He roughly kissed me again, reading his mind, and noticed that he was jealous that Derek kissed me before him and that Derek got to hold me first. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“Don’t remind me of him . . . I’m still healing from the pain.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

He held me close as he kissed my neck and lightly pushed me onto whatever I was laying on now. “Is this a bed?” I asked.

“Yea . . .”

“You don’t sleep though,” I reminded him.

“I know . . . I just thought that if you want to stay and sleep over here whenever you want, then you could sleep in my room,” he answered with great honesty.

I felt my cheeks getting warmer as I stared into is blue eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked him with a gentle smile.

He shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know, are you seducible?” he teased.

I giggled and slightly shook my head. “Not really. At least I’m not sure if I am,” I answered.

“Shall we find out?” he asked slyly as his hand traveled down to my stomach and very slowly slid my shirt up.
My face turned completely red and my heart was throbbing against my chest. He stopped and began laughing before hugging me closer. “You did that on purpose!” I yelled at him.

He was trying to stop laughing, but couldn’t. “Yes I did. I wanted to see if you’d stop me or if you’d freeze during the process,” he told me.

I glared at him and crossed my arms across my chest. “You’re a jerk sometimes, do you know that?” I asked him furiously.

“Yea, you think about it every now and then when I’m playing around with you,” he smiled.

“And it’s true every time you do so,” I said.

“Aww, come on. Bring a smile on your pretty face. Can you forgive me?” he begged me.

As I stared at him, I thought of the few fights we’ve been in and how it would end. I couldn’t stay mad at him even if I wanted to. He’s too . . . beautiful in spirit to even forget. His face, his scent, his voice, his charm, and his words are drilled into my brain, there’s no way I could forget.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him.

He moved his head closer to my face and kissed me on the lips as softly as ever. His kiss was so magnificent, every girl’s dream to feel whenever she sees her romance movie and imagines a kiss as glorious. He inserted his tongue in my mouth and I couldn’t help but tongue him back. How could this glorious man even exist for me?

He separated his lips from mine and we looked into each other’s eyes. “I have a poem for you,” he whispered to me.

“Oh right, you said something about it,” I answered him.

“Hope you’ll like it,” he hoped before he disappeared and went searching through his drawers. He reappeared in front of me and handed me a piece of paper that was folded a few times. I opened it and began reading.


Immortal Fantasy by Constantine Burns

The way I imagined love was completely different before I met you.
I always thought that I’d have to rescue you from the tallest tower.
And I imagined my princess to be as beautiful as we imagined in fairytales.
But after I met you . . .
I told myself that the fairytale I imagined when I was a boy
was completely incorrect.
You were much better than I could ever imagine.
Immortality stole my human life for a reason.
And I finally understand why I was meant to live forever.
I was meant to find you and cherish you with all my heart.
My fantasy was shattered after laying eyes on you
and a new fairytale in my mind was remade when I fell in love with you.
All those romanticidal words I’ve heard of for years can’t make up
for what you’ve done.
You’ve changed the better of me and I can’t help but be good to you.
Feeling your warmth and the compassion in your heart
makes me want to die a happy man.
I can’t live without you,
you’ve become my drug,
and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.
Losing you would be like walking through death again, for the rest of eternity.


I read through it twice to make sure if what I was reading was correct. It was beautiful. Out of all the poems I’ve ever read in my life from Derek when we were a new couple, all those poems can’t make up for what Conner wrote in a single piece of paper in twenty-two lines. I looked over at him with tears in my eyes, I was touched.

He was crookedly smiling at me and held me gently. He held me in his arms for the loose tears to flow out of me and kiss his neck. “I love you,” he told me.

“I love you too, Conner,” I said back to him.

His hand slid up behind my head and he kissed me passionately on the lips and slightly leaned his entire body weight on me and forced me to lie onto the bed. He held me around my waist with his other arm while his hand was still in place behind my head, in my hair. My eyes were closed and I wrapped my arms around him, my hands were gently holding a bit of his shirt, feeling his backbone, how strong it felt. One of my hands traveled upwards and felt his incredibly soft black hair.

Do I even deserve someone so wonderful? Was I even good enough for him?

“Yes, you are,” he whispered. Dammit! Reading my mind again . . .

He looked into my eyes, his chest feeling the beating of my heart, Conner’s perfectly straight nose touching the side of mine, his perfect lips just hovering over mine, his clear dark blue eyes seemed to look for a secret in my chocolate eyes.

“You are good enough for me,” he said to me, answering my question that tortured me in my mind. Mentally destroying me.

“Do I deserve you though?” I asked.

He smiled and kissed my nose. “You’re silly. I think of how I don’t deserve you either, so that makes both of us,” he said.

We were silent for a moment. I loved him . . . he replied back to me that he loved me too and we kissed again. The door was most likely locked, I couldn’t remember at that time. All I remember is that his hands were going too far . . . and I just allowed him to. I was happy that it was him, happy I wasn’t fully human to be fragile, happy that we had the time to be alone. No regret, no guilt, but there was going to be a war because of me, because Conner fell in love with me. There will be blood because I was different than other humans, vampires, and werewolves together.