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A/N : It's highly unlikely but if you read this and want to post it somewhere else, be my guest but A) DO NOT change it in any way, shape or form (unless you get permission from me off course), B ) don't claim as your own and c) ask me first (highly likely I'll say yes). Heh
This is a rewrite and change of povs from a little thing I wrote in 2003 and posted on Fictionpress.com. This does not really have a plan set out, but I had some idea but I guess it could work just like this. And I might end up rewriting and stuff again, but meanwhile read, enjoy and leave a lil' reply on what you thought of it. :D
It might have some words filtered, since I posted this first on a messagboard. lol. And some errors and stuff, because I'm in a rush. lol.
This is also friends-locked, sorry but you know, I just didn't feel comfortable doing making it totally public.
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My name is Maya Reynolds and I’m an British citizen, but I’m currently living in Italy where I live in a small flat with two of my friends, but I’m actually planning on returning home later in the year to go to school in London, which is where I am born and bred. My parents have come to spend the summer with me, even though I had told them they didn't need to do that. I’m after all 19, turning 20 this year but when have they ever listened to me before?
I wouldn't say I’m vain or anything, but I have been told that I’m somewhat stunning. My beautiful and no-hassle hair that I inherited from my mother and then there are my eyes which have been called an enchanting ‘forest at the start of summer’ green. But I do think my mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen but then doesn’t every kid think that of their mothers?
"Get out of here!" A brown haired, slim but with a aura of strength, woman shouted at a little man in a green suit hurrying out the door, before she turned to me again. I’m the one with the long, raven black hair with a few stray red highlights. I had been asking for her assistance in locating my sire which just happened to be this shopkeeper's ex-boyfriend.
"Leprechauns. I don't like them. Tasted one once, he made me sick for days. So, I suggest you stay away from them, little miss." She told me, as she smoothed down the front of her skirt and put her glasses back on. “Strangely enough, becoming a vampire has not fixed my eye-sight and I still have use for my old pair of glasses. Good thing I look hotter with them, than without them.” She told me, smiling as she stroked the cat I had seen when I first entered this cute little shop.
"I'll do that, miss. Well, all right. Thanks for all the help. Goodbye." I told the owner of the basement-shop even though she hadn't been able to help me much since she hadn't seen Blaine, my sire, for a few months and hadn't even known he was back in the country. But she had given me directions to some of the vampire bars in Boston, where she told me I was sure to find that lowlife.
My sire had seemingly fled the country the day after he had sired me and now, only two weeks into my new life as a vampire, I have been sent to fetch him by his sire who just happened to be my new boss. I got my own sire’s old job, but I was still sent to get the vampire or at least find him and tell him he was fired.
That was a bit of a responsibility for someone so young, but I’m sure I can do it. I’ll find the guy and tell him I have his old job. The least I can get out of this. I had been turned against my will and being a vampire as far as I have experienced is nothing better than being human. Okay, so there was the extra strength but come on, I wanted at least movie-vampire abilities.
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I had been going to a party that my boyfriend had been hosting, two weeks before I was planning on going back home to England and I had not yet told him that I was leaving. Our relationship had been a bit weird between them for some time now, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure but I thought that maybe he might be cheating on me. But when I was at the outskirts of the place where he was throwing this thing someone grabbed me from behind and get this, bites me in the neck.
It completely shocked me and I tried to get away. I tried to scream, but nothing happened. I could hear the distant music from the party. The music was probably drowning out my screams, which was really bad I thought before everything went black as they say. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a coffin and that was really scary because one of my main fears was to be buried alive.
I had to dig myself out of my own grave, what else was there to do? Lie still and wait for the oxygen to run out? Well, it had to be my coffin. Someone must have found me and all, but still it was just beyond creepy. How had they found me?
Last thing I remembered was hearing the distant music that you would only listen to when dancing and drinking, and I wondered if they had found me with a bloodied neck and peaceful. Or all open, frightened eyes and such. That is if I was dead when they found me. Man, was I being morbid tonight.
But what had just been sick, was the dress that I had been buried in. I was upset about the recent events and the damn dress was the last straw, I just wished I knew how much time had passed since the incident and all. I thought maybe it was all just one big dream, I'd just wake up and find that I fell asleep at my flat instead of going to that stupid party. Tears in my eyes and dirty hands, d*** it.
I didn't notice it until I stopped walking and looked up, but I had walked to my boyfriends place, and I knew where the spare key was hidden. It was hidden under a gnome beside the front-door, and I had named him Fred. My boyfriend or ex-boyfriend probably wouldn't be home now, if I remembered it correctly, but I hadn't even made it to the stairs when the doors opened and I saw my best friend-slash-roommate, Solina, walk out of the doors with my ex-beau.
God, what a bitch. I had probably not been dead a week and he had already moved on... and her best friend. What the SD-6? Maybe my fears had been in the right when I suspected him of cheating on me, they did not look like a shiny new couple.
Something took me over and I walked up to them, trying to looked pissed and dangerous but that was a bit difficult if you were dressed up like a freaking china-doll clown.
My blonde hair was all in tight curls and someone had dressed me in an pastel pink & purple knee-length dress. I do not wear clothes like that, not even when I was younger. I’m a jeans & T-shirt girl. I bet my mother bought it, to be buried in. Finally she gets to choose her daughters clothes, just happens her daughter was dead.
At least I saw shock in their eyes and some fright, but then who wouldn't if someone who walked up to you was supposed to be dead. I would have been scared myself, but maybe not now since I was actually dead or at least dead in my dream. I wasn't quite sure if this was all real at the time.
I grabbed both their hands around the wrist and smiled, yet I didn't know why I did that but then my stomach growled and I noticed that my ex-boyfriend's neck was looking pretty enticing. So, yes, I used my hands to jerk him closer to me and let go of my former best friend, and sank my fangs into the yummy looking neck.
Wait, fangs? When did I get fangs? This really must be a dream, because I had had dreams before where I was a vampire. Never this disturbing but then I had been reading a lot more of vampire novels than usual. If this was a dream, when I woke up, I’d be getting rid of my vampire stuff. This was affecting me too much, but I didn’t do that afterwards.
I dropped him like he was nothing and felt a bit sated, that had been good. Like a slice or two of pineapple/ham pizza. But I saw from the corner of my eyes that Solina was inching away from me, and I was still hungry. I wanted desert, so I grabbed her wrist, the one I had let go of earlier and did to Solina what I had done to my ex-boyfriend who now lay in a heap on the ground.
Solina filled me up, I felt completely full after the two of them. I did however know that I had just murdered them in cold blood and drunk their blood, but I had been really hungry and I hate when my stomach makes sounds like that. This was probably what blood-lust was, though I hoped I would have some control over it. I didn't want to just start munching on someone’s neck just because I was hungry and they were the nearest person to me.
After that I went to the place that my parents were renting for the summer and got every credit card and all the money they had and my half-asleep mom invited me in, probably not realizing who she was seeing at the doors, but I couldn’t use the credit cards forever and the money would run out sooner or later but it had to just last until I got myself a decent job.
I had probably been sacked from my old one already, being dead and all. It had been a c*** job with a sleazy boss anyways. I walked downtown and started window-shopping, though I had thought about trying to get a cab to get home. It was pretty dead in the town, since it was now about 4 AM or so. Thank god, I had left my tweed coat at my parent’s place or I would be freezing to death...wait, too late.
I stopped at a store that sold these really beautiful mirrors and checked to see if maybe I still had an reflection, but then again if this was a dream I could decided that, right?
Turned out nope, no reflection for me. That was all kinds of bad because I’m not big on make up, but I do use some from time to time. Also, it would just be weird and how was I going to explain that to any future employer that might want to hire me?
After a few minutes in front of the fancy mirror shop, I turned around to walk away when I bumped into this cute, auburn haired guy who had been standing beside me and I hadn't noticed. How could I not have notice this guy? Wait, no reflection for him either. Okay, so he must be a vampire too.
"So, had you first meal yet?" He asked me, as he looked at me and his eyes were blue-green. I bet they could really be windows to his soul if only he'd draw open the curtains. Well, that is if vampires had souls. I didn't feel soul-less, but maybe it happened with time. I’m still not all clear on that one yet.
"Umh, yes. So? Going to tell me I did wrong or something. They just made me so mad. I mean, you'd think he'd at least wait a week after me being buried. It hasn't been more than a week, has it?" I started to rant, before looking at him and he shrugged his shoulders, "What that's supposed to mean? The shrug? You don't know?" I asked him, because I thought maybe he was the guy who attacked and bit me. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad way to go, he was kind of cute as mentioned earlier.
"Because I didn't sire you. A useless man of a vamp that I once sired for my sister did it." He told me, and at last some feelings crept into his eyes.
"Why for your sister? Oh, is she a vamp too? Then why didn't she do it herself?" I asked him, as I tried to get the coat tighter around me because the stupid dress was not that thick and obviously being a vampire did not make you immune to cold. Were there any perks to being a vampire? Not that many, as far as I’ve been able to tell.
"Yes, she is but she just never got the hang of the siring thing.” He told me, with an annoyed/sad look in his blue-green eyes.
"Oh. Well, so is there anything good about being a vamp? I mean, I'd think there has to be at least one good thing about it but so far I have found none. I'm freezing, and just general unhappiness. I don't have an reflection, that's going to affect badly on my life when I try and get a job." I told him, as I sat down on a bench nearby and pouted, this was so not how I had imagined things would go when I woke up last Friday.
"Well, enhanced strength and semi-immortality." He told me, and I had let my eyes slide over him again and decided that even if he was some psycho or the figment of my very sick and twisted imagination, he was totally upped from cute to hot. Even though someone could be cute and hot at the same time, but he was more hot than anything.
"What? That's all!!? And what do you mean semi-immortality?" I asked him, after my blackout because this sucked. There really weren't any perks. Even the immortality was just semi.
"You ask too many questions, girl. When I say semi is that we're killable but it's difficult and we age much slower than humans. And if it's a job you need you can have Blaine's job." He told me, as he sat down next to me on the bench and I got a little self-conscious about my state of dress as a group of people walked past me and this guy who’s name I had yet failed to get.
Did they think it was weird, seeing me sitting on this bench in my tweed coat with some of that horrid dress peaking out from under it, and I thought I saw some kind of mud or dirt on the hem of the dress. The guy was totally more well, dressed and he even smiled at the women looking over at us.
“Don’t call me a girl. I’m 19 and been living on my own for a while now, while my family has been in another country. By the way what’s your name?” I asked him again, as I tried to dry off some of the muck on my hands. Dirt and blood mixed together, fun.
“So sorry, very rude of me, girl. My name is Dean. What’s your name?” He asked me, as he lit a cigarette and I frowned at him. He didn’t look like a Dean to me, but maybe that was just me.
“I’m Maya Reynolds. You shouldn’t smoke, it’s bad for you.” I told him, as I eyed the cigarette he was holding between two fingers.
“It can’t kill me.” He told me, as kept smoking it and I just narrowed my eyes at him.
“You just told me we age slower, that we don’t stop aging. So, it might actually kill you. It might just take a longer time to do so.” I told him, a smirk on my face as he looked down at his half-finished cigarette.
“What are you doing here at 4 AM, staring into shop windows?” He asked me, as he threw away the cigarette and stepped on it to put it out.
“I’m going home. I need some of my things and I just hope my friends haven’t thrown anything away.” I told him, as I stood up and started looking for a taxi.
“So your going home? I can give you a lift. I don’t think it’d be real safe for you to be out here this late at night.” He told me, and I just rolled her eyes.
“Please, don’t go all male-chauvinistic pig on me. I’ll get a cab and go home.” I told him, and a cab came to a stop in front of me. That was fast, but then I didn’t have a lot of money and a cab-fare could be a bit expensive and my place then was a bit far from where we were. “Okay, I’m only doing this because cab’s are pricey.” I told him, as I walked towards him again and looked a bit annoyed because well, I was annoyed at this guy.
“Okay, come on. It’s this way.” He told me, as we started to walk in the opposite direction of where the taxi was driving away. Was this such a good idea? What if this guy was just some nutter?
“So, if you didn’t sire me and all that c***, then how did you know all that stuff about me?” I asked him, as we arrived at his somewhat fancy car and he fished his car keys out of his jacket pocket.
“I think it’s something to do with this whole sire-sired bond thing. Don’t ask me.” He told her, as he unlocked the car and I opened the passenger door and slipped inside the car. Very fancy, indeed. “But what I said earlier about that job of his. I was being serious, you could get it if you wanted it. He’s long since fired, though I would like to know where the hell he went off to.”
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A/N # 2 : Pretty, pretty please if you read this can you leave just a little reply saying what you thought. I'll even take one word replies.
To Be Continued...Maybe.