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Post by Violet Twlilight on Jun 12, 2008 5:21:50 GMT -5
I have desided to give in and write a Ville Valo fanfic in hopes it will cure me of one of my may obessions. It's going to be a vampire story too so hopfully it will be interresting... but my vampires are different than Rice's vampires. I believe that when making your own vampire story you should create your own vampire. You'll find out about my vampires and how they are different thoughout the story that is if you want to read the silly thing. Feedback is lovely but it won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to read it.
Title: Vampire's Kiss
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the famous persons in this story, everything else is mine.
Rating: R- For some adult language, some sexual situations, frequently graphic violence and some sexual violence.
Type: AR (Alterative Reality)
Summary: Love letters. They can brighten any girl's day. What happens when a young girl filled with pain finds that she's being admired by someone who is fallowing her, knows everything about her and claims to be a vampire?
Chapter One: Past And Present
Sometimes when you love someone you do something really stupid. I did this. I gave my up life to be with someone I loved. I might regret it a few hundred years from now, but tonight, I'm happy. In the end all we crave for is to be loved, I know that he loves me even though he is a pain in the ass sometimes. Ok, a lot of the time, but he's beautiful and talented and charming and he makes me laugh. What else could I want?
This story is something that you might believe and you might not, it doesn't matter to me. What does is the fact that you could get a lesson in love, you could get a laugh, or it could make you cry. Like I said it's not that realistic in the sense of what you all think is real, but if it makes you feel better than keep thinking it.
I guess I should start with my mother. She married my father when she was seventeen and he was eighteen. They were so in love with each other they were married only after knowing each other a few months. Of course in today's fast paced world that amount of time is nothing. But when one is truly in love that time is nothing and everything. When you first see the person you could fall in love with you know it. You may not admit it, you may not want to, but depending completely on the other person's actions you are doomed. In other words, even though you may hate the person, they may even hate you, but you are still drawn to each other and sometimes that hatred only intensifies the feelings of attraction. Love is-as we all know, a bitch, but that is a point that is only father proved throughout this story.
My mother was beautiful- no really, she was the most amazing creature. Her every moment was filled with a carefree grace. Her face was not traditionally beautiful, her forehead was maybe too wide, her cheeks too sharp, her chin too dimpled. But all these imperfections only heightened her beauty. Her eyes were a icy green, like frosty grass on a early winter morning. Her flesh was a creamy peach, always pale like irony with a touch of blush on her cheeks, chest and arms. I can remember the deep huskiness of her voice. It was dark, but so filled with wisdom and love that it seemed to be light it's self. I can remember her singing me to sleep with a bittersweet lullaby.
"Oh my dear sweet young one,
Rest your head and breathe
For the spring is all but here
The white blanket of peace is all but gone
Oh my dear sweet young one
Close your eyes and dream
For the summers are but ending
The fruit has fallen from the trees
Oh my dear sweet young one
Don't shed a tear of sorrow
Autumn is but a state to lay the earth to sleep
The leaves are turning red with fading life
Oh my dear sweet young one
Dream long and deep
The winter is long and hallow
But beauty too must sleep"
She sang that haunting tune to me every night. It always calmed me, her long delicate fingers running though my curly dark locks so like her own. Her soft smile spread across her blackberry lips, her kisses always tasted and just as sweet. She smelt like pine needles burning in the crisp fall air. A refreshing smell that promised she would always say something meaningful the second she walked in a room. I have many fond memories of my mother, times when we would lay under a great willow tree in our backward. My father was there too, I look nothing like him although he was and still is a handsome man. With thick pepper dusted chestnut hair, warm honey eyes and a kind smile. The lines in his face only adding more to his character. Intelligent, charming and the sense of humor of a fox….
Needless to say, my mother died of cancer when I was nine. My father started working all the time to keep up with the rent on our farm house. Sadly he had to quite his job as a professor and expected a higher paying one as a mythologist for a museum in London. We moved over there of course, away from northern California. I said good bye to my mother's grave, and wearing her red summer dress my Dad took my hand and lead me to our car.
It was my tenth birthday that we found the house that we would live in. London was beautiful, but busy. The tension was high in the city, not relax and slow like it was back home. None the less I loved it for the art and the amazing amount of history behind most of the buildings. But the people would still treat me as if I was a strange monster come to eat their soul. I didn't think I was that spooky. I was just quiet and liked to read a lot.
The house we moved into was a dark green beautiful two story with a tower that housed my room. The garden in the front of overgrown and there wasn't much of a backward. The pouch had a swing and the door was deep red. The windows of the house were tear shaped. The first room you saw was a stair case in front of you and a sitting room to your left and a living room/game room to your right and a small wash room to the far wall. Down the hall from both rooms lead into the kitchen and dinning room. Up stairs the first room was my fathers, a guest room, a bathroom, than more stairs spiraling up to my room. My window sat across from a rundown house that was at one point painted chrisom.
This house fascinated me because the lights only came on until long after sundown. In fact other than that you wouldn't even know someone lived there.
I wouldn’t have even wondered much more about the house either if I hadn't found that first letter.
A simple thing can change everything.
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Post by Violet Twlilight on Jun 24, 2008 22:47:17 GMT -5
Okay I've got a few chapters done, here's the secound, thrid and fourth. Hope you enjoy it. Oh and yes, there is meant to be conriness.
Chapter Two: The Letter
I was sitting in a downtown crowded coffee shop reading when Sarah (the waitress) came up to me and sweetly smiled, she wore a lip piercing and had long blonde hair with pink tips and wore jeans and a bright green tank top. She was always very nice to me and I hoped we could make friends.
"So have you seen any guys you think are cute yet?" She asked smiling and I put my book down and gave her a look.
"I've given up on finding a partner anytime soon. Any male in my age group is…" I glanced over at a table of teenager boys pouring hot coffee on each other's crouch's. "An idiot." She nodded and sat next to me.
"You'll find someone, as pretty and as awesome as you are." I smiled .
"Thanks, but your lucky to have found Josh, most people never do find the right person. They just find a lot of wrong ones. My parents marriage was a fairytale and look at where my mom is now." Sarah shook her head sadly and brushed her fingers over my hand.
"Look luv, I'm throwing this bash later at my mate's place, you should join us. You need to get out more, your as white as death." It was true, my skin was pale as paper. I thought it over, go try to get drunk with a bunch of random strangers and risk getting shagged up by one of them? Sure. Not.
"No thanks, Sarah. I need to be home tonight, my dad will be home and he's leaving on Monday again so I'd like to see him." Not a lie. I would like to know why my dad was gone all the time. He said it was research for a book. I could always tell when he lied, he's blink a lot. Him and mom where writing a book about vampires before she died. I knew he hadn't written a page to a book since.
"Well, if your going to be all cold like that, than fine." Sarah spoke bitterly and stood walking away briskly. I sighed deeply and gathered my things, I pulled my full length black velvet coat around my body and hurried out into the street. The sun was setting and as I walked towards the glowing clouds, I looked down a my leather boots then I stopped to look at my refection in a shop window. I wore mostly black, most of the time. I guess I just wasn't a cheery person. I would wear red or purple sometimes but why wear something if you don't feel like it? I frown looking at my face, the face of my mother, although my eyes are deeper set than hers were and my eyes not as pale. She would have never worn the makeup I do, either. Messy black eyeliner that appears to have been left on for days, my lips were bright red without anything but cherry flavored lip balm. I was a character to say the lest, no wonder people didn't talk to me. But I liked being different. I felt comfortable this way. I was drawn out of my trance when someone bumped into me.
"Hey, jerk-" I started to say turning, yet no one was there. The closeted person was about a block a head of me. I felt a chill run up my spine as a cold wind blew in from the harbor. I shook it off and went on walking, I put my hands in my pockets and my heart froze for a second feeling a piece of folded paper in there that was not there a moment ago. I frowned and decided to wait to open it. I stuffed it back into my pocket and made my way home.
When I got inside my front door I was greeted by dad, he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, than held me out at arms length.
"I missed you Kassandra," I smiled,
"I missed you too, daddy. What did you get tonight?" He always brought home a horror flick to watch with me.
"Horror of Dracula', one of your favorites." It was, I loved vampires. My mother used to read gothic novels by H.P. Lovecraft and Poe to me before bed. Both of my parents were fascinated by them too.
After the movie I went up stairs to my room to write. My room was dark, my bed hung from the walls on chains and black tool hung from the ceiling surrounding it. I had no desk and all my clothes were hanging in my closet. I mostly wore dresses and shirts. I was once called a 'bag lady' but I think the fabrics I wear are too fancy for that, but they are well covering. My laptop was on my bed, on all walls hung books shelves, all filled with short stories, legends, novels, volumes of poetry…
As I hung up my coat the letter fell out on my black silk sheets. I changed into a purple and black night grown, that had fairy bell cuffs and a long flowing shirt. As I settled in I picked up the note and I slowly opened it.
'My Lovely Kassandra,
I love you. There is no hiding from the truth. I've been watching , my love. Ever since I first saw you, I knew that you were the one. I can not stay in the shadows any longer. I will come for you next full moon. That is in exactly thirteen days, but do not fret, my love. I will keep in touch with you. Ah how I wish I could be there with you, holding you tightly in my arms, feeling your heart beat increase as I kiss your sweet lips. To be able to gaze into your eyes and feel you swoon against my touch, to smell your skin, your sweat, your precious life's blood just under your soft flesh, and to smell the tangy scent of your sex. I need you, Kassandra. I've been so lonely for so long. Please do not fight me or fear me, never fear me, my love. I would die before ever harming you. Please, pity me, love me, try to understand me. I promise all will become clear very soon. Some of my kind horribly torture and rape their chosen lovers, I swear you are safer than you've ever been. I am watching you now, my love.'
At that line chills just like before shuddered though me. My heart pounded in my head and my mouth felt very dry. I knew there was something very wrong, but for some reason the letter was still making me excited which was very disbursing. I looked up though my window and tears brimmed my eyes as goose bumps ghosted my flesh. There was a shadow of a slender male figure in the window of the house across. I went on to read the rest,
'Don't be alarmed, I can only see your shadow undressing unfourctly. I can not make out anything but your figure, properly what you can make out of myself. Although I have been temped to sit in the tree right in front of your bathroom window while your bathing but I have manners. I do admit to coming in your room while your asleep. Could you feel me? In your dreams, you always look so peaceful and beautiful when your sleep. So helpless. Your always beautiful though. Even when I feel you crying, I often weep myself. I know that you cry about having no friends, never feeling loved by someone who's not related to you, I too share your pain. Oh how hard it was not to come to you and comfort you. I should be waiting longer, hell I shouldn't even be doing this but I am. I'm too selfish to let you go.
Love foever, Ville (Vill-lay) Valo (Va-low) The Vampire.'
I blinked away tears. What was this shit? I thought about teliling my dad, about calling the cops. But I really didn't want to. I mean for some stupid reason a part of me wanted to what was said in the letter be true. But I was smart enough to realize that thought was crazy, but still crazy enough to desicded not to do anything about it. How did he know about the lonelniess thing? He could be just a really good stalker, but if he had ever been in my room than he would have set off the alarm.
Some parts of this story will be third person for the sake of the fact I wasn't there but Ville told me later. I'm still the narrator though.
Kassandra tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. She turned off the light and tore up the letter even though she liked it, it was a lie that she shouldn't fool herself over. Only a few seconds later was she fast asleep.
Sure enough like always, the window slid open and in crawled a man. He was tall and thin and wore black. He stood to the side of the bed, his head down and to the side, his eyes moving from her lovely face to her slowly rising chest to her wide hips cuvring the blankets. The man gently reached out and brushed his cold fingers across her warm cheek. He bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips and forehead, his hands ran delcitly though her hair, he kissed the tops of her breasts and her stomaech. He sat thereby her side for a few moments more before the desire for her blood became too great a tempation. He promised himself he would never feed on her unless already full. He didn't want to take a chance. He had great contorl and he didn't even have to kill most the time, but the less risks the better. After one last kiss he left
Chapter Three: Pain
I had a dream I was being chased by this green light. It was fallowing my every move, haunting me. I didn't know why but I knew that if it caught me I would be dead. I remember running into a graveyard, the mist turned that neon green and I fell into a open grave. My blood ran cold and I tried to scream but no sound would could out.
Streams of the light poured down into the damp earth around me. I could see a figure standing above me, a pale hand reaching down, the nails are long and glassy, dark dirt lays under them. The claws wrap around my wrist, I try to scream and fight as the hand lifts me from the grave and sets me on my feet. I narrow my eyes trying to see past the light and mist the face of the monster, but the shape of that of a lean man. All cloaked in darkness, but than it spoke, in a deep husiky accented voice that I had heard before. For some reason that was the voice I'd placed in my head when reading the letter…who was he? I've had to have heard that voice before, it's so different.
I gluped realizing with fear that he was holding me in place. His hands were cold and felt like they were made from soft stone. It spoke again, this time the words actually taking meaning in my brain.
"Ssshhh, don't cry. Please, don't cry, sweetheart, my luv, don't cry."
That's when I opened my eyes, they met with the most instease green eyes. I blinked and they were gone. I sat up screaming, my heart was racing, my throat was closing up. I was having a panic attack! I hadn't had one since I was very little and use to have nightmares. My dad came rushing in the room, he pulled him into his arms are stroked my hair.
"There, there, breath deep, it was just a dream, your safe, breath, Kass, breath." I took long, deep breaths and my thorat opened back up as my heart slowly calmmed I stopped shaking, I blinked a few tears rolled down my face as I looked over my dad's shoulder to my window where I could see a pale face peeking though the house next door's curtains. Just as I opened my mouth to tell my dad everything about the letter, the face was gone and I thought better.
I clung to my sheet as I wacthed my dad move around the kicken. He poured me a glass of water and handed me two of my pills. I looked at themn grimly before gazing up at my dad. I took them and swallowed them quickly, gulping down the water. They were anti-depressants, they didn't work so well and they often caused nightmares and prolonged isomna. But I choked them down because the stupid docter has my dad convinced I'll kill myself without them. I'm all he has so I take them for him, so his mind can be at easy. Not knowing I think about sudiuce far more often now on the pills than before.
"There, now try to get some sleep, If you need me just yell, okay?" I nodded and he kissed my forehead. "Good night, Kass, I love you."
I smiled sadly, "Good night, Daddy, I love you too." He left to go back up to bed, while I sat in our dinning room table trying to think of a way to deal with this without help.
'You're going to end up dead' I told myself. I didn't know how right I was. Somehow I made
my way back to bed and fell back asleep but the dreams didn't help me get much rest. As my alarm clock rang at seven in the morning, I felt even more like a zombie than useal.
I rolled out of bed and dug around in my clothes scattered on the floor. I pulled out a black (surprise!) spanex dress with lace cuffs and lace trim. With it I wore black rose lace pattered tights and pointy wicth boots, a lace choker and all my siliver rings. I brushed my hair and braid my long bangs and a few other pieces so it helped keep it out of my eyes. I attached charms to the braids. I brushed my teeth, aplied some eyeliner and gathered my school stuff. Oh how I depiased it.
I ate a apple on my way to the bustop at the end of our street. I frowned when seeing a boy standing next to the sign, his dark auburn hair was curly and long, his eyelashes stood out long and thick from his pale cheek. He wore all black, and a shy crooked smile played on his pink full lips. As I aproched, my cheeks burned when he turned to face me, his eyes were beautiful-although covered by purple tented glasses- green, deep set in his head, his face was lovely, but strange. It almost remind me of a skull, if I was to met a sexy alien, this is what they would look like. He was smoking a ciggertte, at first guess I would have thought he was my age, my now I wasn't sure on his age. He looked young, but he didn't seem young. He seemed, well, old. Like those old smooth-talking ladies men you meet that you know twenty years ago they were hot stuff but now they're only cute and charming. This cat keep his looks with added cool.
"Hello," His voice was the one in my dream, I must have heard his voice in some hall way in school before and remembered it as something sexy and mysterious.
"Good morning," I tried to hid my blush with my hair, my braids now working against me.
"Are you new here?" He asked, this was only my first week in school, he could have been gone. I nodded,
"Yes, I didn't see you the first week." His smile grew to flash white teeth, a slight gap between the front two, it was cute rather than a flaw. It made him seem younger again. He stood in front of me, stepping on his butt, he reached out for my hand.
"I'm William, William Light." A chill ran up my spine as I touched his hand, I attpemted to shake, but instead he bent his head forward, and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my lace gloved hand. The back of my neck tingled and ny breath caught in my throat as those eyes looked up at me though the glasses. The bus arrived than.
"What's your name, luv? Or would you just perfer me to call you, Miss? Or Luv?" he said as he climbed in after me. I sat in the very back, he sat next to me. I tried not to smile at the idea of him calling me 'luv'.
"It's Kassandra, Kassandra Knight, most people call me Kass for short. Oh and it's with a K, not a C." I made a face, he laughed softly. His laugh was like a strange hipcup.
"Would you mind me calling you, Miss Kass, Kassandra?" Oh wow, the way my name rolled off his tounge. Meow.
"No, not at all."
Chapter Four: A Kiss Of Doom
As it turned out William and me shared the same classes all day, he avoided personal questions I asked him, but asked me plenty.
"What is your favorite color?" He asked me, walking next to me though the halls, his hands in his pockets, his eyes never left my face. I wasn't sure how he was not running into anything.
"Um, Black." I turned a corner and William opened the door to my first period. We walked inside where we were the only ones there. You see, since I had no friends I always went from the bus straight to class where it was still about half an hour before school. I sat at my desk and read or finished up homework. But today it seemed I had company.
William took the seat next to me, I felt strange, I knew that William was showing interest in me but I was confused because no one had ever really flirted with me before. Oh sure I'd get the asshole comments on what a great ass I have or that I had a bloody awesome rack, but as far someone wanting to date me, it didn't happen often. At all. Until now.
"Who's your favorite writer?" I rolled my eyes.
"Anne Rice," His eyebrows raised.
"Vampires, eh?"
"She's written more than the VC, but yes, I have a interest in vampires." He leads back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and lifting his legs to cross on the desk. I note the red rose pedals o the bottom of his boots. The only color on him.
"Why? Do you think they're sexy?" I snorted and lip my lip. What was he playing at?
"It depends on the vampire, if they're like Lestat and Louis, yes, if they are like Radu or Dracula not so much. I'm attracted to the idea of what they do in their spear time. In movies vampires are always chasing some girl or running from hunters. I haven't seen a movie r read a book on what vampires do other than have sex, go to night clubs and drink blood. I mean, they live forever, there must be something they do to pass the centuries." William looked thoughtful.
"They go to the DMV." I broke out into giggles, I covered my mouth, my face beat red.
"So you can smile!" I tried not to,
"Oh shut up, and yes I can laugh and smile. I just don't have much to be happy about."
"No boyfriend?" I shook my head, he lowered his glasses to the brim of his nose and whispered, "Girlfriend?"
"No," I sighed. William suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet and before I could yell at him he had dragged me outside, we were standing in the quad under a flaming tree. The wind blew cold and chrisom leaves swept past tour feet. He was holding both of my hands an I wondered how we had gotten out here so fast.
"What in the hell are we do-" He pressed his finger to my lips and sshhed me. He sshhed me! William cupped my right cheek in his hand, his thumb stroked my lips and I felt butterflies in my chest. What was happening? He bent his face to mine and brushed his lips along my cheek and jaw. I wanted to push him away but I didn't. My eyes closed when I felt his warm breath on my mouth yet still I froze in surprise when those lips met mine. It was soft and warm and sweet and it made me feel dizzy and I was unable to say anything even a minute after we parted.
I blinked and felt my body again, I slapped him across the face and turned to storm back inside. I nearly jumped ten feet when he was sitting back in his seat next to mine when I opened the door to the classroom. My eyes narrowed at the open window. Bastard. I spoke not a word to him the rest of the time it took for class to start, no matter how many times he told me that he was sorry and he thought that I'd like it.
I did like it though, and he knew that.
I finally broke my vow of silence during fourth period art class because William wrote a note to me on my final drawing of a willow tree still life I'd been working on for hours, in pen. I screamed at him and ended up getting us both sent to the office. William seemed pleased. I was angry and seconds away from beating him into a bloody pulp. As we sat in the old musky office, wanting for the principle to see us William hummed a song under his breath. I hated to admit he sounded pretty good. I turned to him,
"You are the most annoying person I've ever met." I whispered so the lady at the desk wouldn't hear, he just smirked,
"You are the most bitter young person I've ever met." I clinched my fists.
"I hate you, you, you perverted bastard!" I hissed. He seemed unmoved.
"You like me, just like you liked that kiss. You wanted it just as much as me but your too scared of your own emotions to admit your falling in love with me." I thought about the letter, than I grimaced.
"Falling in love with you? Your really fucked up in the head, you know that right?"
"You have no idea, I'm fucking fantastic at giving head!" I looked away from him, at my feet.
"You're completely Looney tunes, mate."
The door to the principle's office opened. Out walked Mr. Goldsmith, he was a old bald man that smelt like the inside of your grandmother's underpants drawer. None the less my first impression of him was that he was a reasonable man.
"Mr. Light and Miss Knight, please come in." William snickered at the fact our last names rhymed. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Kids in our classes had already made it clear that they thought the 'weird' new students were going to be married and they're last names were signs. William loved the theory, it made me sick.
Mr. Goldsmith's office was dark, dusty but other than that what you'd think a principle's office would be. A few degrees hung on the walls along with a few book shelves with gold and silver sport trophies. His desk sat in front of the only window, plastic cream colored blinds hung over it, cracks of light barely making it's way desperately into the room. Three chairs sat on the other side of the desk. Mr. Goldsmith sat in his chair,
"Please, sit." I sat on the left, leaving the middle chair between us. William however, moved to the middle one and I glared at him. Mr. Goldsmith spoke in a serious tone.
"Mr. Light, I was informed that you destroyed a drawing of Miss Knight's?"
"I didn't know that it was a drawing, sir. The corner of the paper was the only part of it I saw. Miss Kass was being very cold to me and wouldn't speak to me to tell me what wrong I had did. I merely wanted to ask her and to resolve the issue. I'm very sorry for the mistake and I tried to explain his to Miss Kass but she seems to still not want to talk to me and I don't know what to do." The little bastard could act!
"Oh well, than, Miss Knight, do you expect his apology?"
"Yes," I sighed, I just wanted this over with.
"Good, now I want you to say your sorry for yelling at him. After all he didn't mean it." I gritted my teeth.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly glancing at him.
"Now, why are you upset with Mr. Light?"
"Because he kissed me without permission." Mr. Goldsmith's bushy eyebrows raised over his glasses.
"Really? Is this true?"
"Yes, but we're dating so I don't see why that's a problem." He replied, taking my hand. I saw red, I was so angry.
"Well in the future try to be more of a gentle man to your lady." William nodded. I was still so mad I couldn't speak.
"I will, sir." Mr. Goldsmith clapped his hands.
"Well than, off you two love birds go."
"Thank you, Sir." William pulled me up, still holding my hand he dragged me back to fourth period. The bell rang for lunch break and I pulled away from him with disgust and gathered mt things and all but ran from the room.
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Post by Violet Twlilight on Jul 8, 2008 11:21:06 GMT -5
Well here's the next chappy!
Chapter Five: The Second Letter
"I hate you!" I shouted at William as he tried to catch my arm. Luckily we were outside so only a few students heard me and stood staring at us.
"Look, it was a joke. I know you like me, there's no denying it. " I spat at his feet and pulled my arm free and started to walk off school grounds. I was going home early. There was no way I could spend two more classes with that boy. Why was he so obsessed with me? Why did that disturb me so much? I wanted to cry but I denied myself that emotional out bust. I was half way home when I looked back to see William was fallowing me! That bastard wanted to know where I lived. I stood and waited for him to catch up so I could threaten to call the cops on him if he didn't back off.
"I'm sorry, okay? Would you just talk to me? Please?" He plead.
"No, now if you don't leave me alone for the rest of the year than I'll call the cops and say you sexually harassed me and are stalking me, do you understand that? I don't want to do that but I will." His face went blank.
"I'll leave you alone if you want but I know that you don't want me to, just like I know you won't call the cops because you don't want me gone. You want me to keep chasing you." I shook my head.
"You. Need. Help. I don't know where your picking up on this crap, but it's bullshit and your just trying to fuck with my head." He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me again, this time it was passionate and hard. I melted against him, even putting my arms around his neck. My fingers played with his chrisom curls, shivers ran up and down my back. We parted gasping for breath, I blushed as he smiled and placed another peck on my swollen lips. I became very within drawn as he laced our hands and we walked to the end of the street and two more blocks until we stood in front of my house.
"This is my house," I bit my lip, and let out of his hand.
"May I come in?" He asked, hopefully. I saw my father's car was not parked in the drive way.
"Okay, but if you try to kiss me again without asking I’ll throw you out into the cold," He smiled.
"Very well, Miss Kass."
I lead him though our gate and up the creaky steps. I pulled my keys from my bag and unlocked the door. William walked in after me and closed the door. I took off my bag and dumped it by the door. William sat his backpack by the door as well and fallowed me upstairs to my room.
"I like your room," he commented when I opened the door at the top of the stairs. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I was not use to having strange very cute boys in my room alone.
"So what do you do up here by yourself?" He asked me looking though my books.
"I write, stories, mostly horror, some poetry." William turned to face me.
"Could I read some of your work?" I had never let anyone see my writing before.
"Alright, but please, just, if you hate it just say so."
"I doubt I'll hate it, but you have my word," he gave a slight bow. I opened my laptop and found a story I had been writing about a woman who was a ghost but just thought she was invisible, she tries to be a super hero but only ends up scarring everyone she tries to save or help. A very dark story about isolation. William read it all in a half hour which was surprisingly fast. As he went on to read my poems, I went down stairs to make us something to eat. He had said he wasn't hungry but I was still making him something. It was rude not to, and I'm sure he hadn't eaten in a while. He was so skinny and even paler than me.
I fixed a salad with bacon bits in it. I brought it up to my room along with two glasses of water. William looked over at me as I entered the room and sat the food on the floor and tossed two big pillows down for us to sit on.
"There, I made it so you can at lest eat some of it." He looked at the salad and poked it with his fork. He ate the bacon and nibbled on some tomato and red bell pepper, he drank all the water though and thanked me. I got up to bring the dishes downstairs and he insisted on helping me and cleaning up. I watched him wash the dishes, he was very attractive. And no matter how mad he had made me that day or uncomfortable he made me, I did like him. Maybe he was right.
"I have to go now," William told me after we had watched 'The Crow' together. I sighed and nodded, he hugged me and kissed my forehead before he stood and I watched his head disappear out of the room and hear the door open and close. I closed my eyes and rolled on my back on he sofa, throwing my arms over my eyes.
I went back up to my room and my heart stopped seeing white piece of paper laying on my bed. Next to it laid a dark red rose. I stepped slowly towards it. The window was still locked. How did it get there? William couldn't have done it, I would have seen him do it. With shaking fingers I opened the letter and again saw that fancy hand writing.
'My lovely Kassandra,
I told you I would stay in touch, didn't I? I read your poetry and I must say you have the most twisted mind I've ever run across I like his line the best:
"She poured her chrisom jewels into the grey skies, they burned black holes of intense agony in a baby's eyes. Soft pealing flesh, innocent death, so close, so close."
You realize that when you live in misery it takes over you. If you tried to fight against the pain you have, work it into your art more, maybe you wouldn't be so jaded. Sarah wanted to be your friend but because you’re a emotional coward you turned her down every time she tried to hang out with you. She's given up, you know. Why do you push them all away? That boy really likes you, maybe loves you.
I worship you remember, I speak of your flaws as I weep. I must look hard to see how lovely your soul is because you hide everything about yourself so well.
Until next time, my love.
Love forever,
Ville Valo The Vampire'
I cried into my pillow until sleep over took me. Why was this happening to me? Why did he have to be right?
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