When those three were together, they represented the family I never had.
Adrian was just Adrian; even though he was astonishingly ragged in appearance, there was something about him that symbolized him being the younger brother. He was dangerous, fast, and cunning with his tongue. I almost thought, that one time I saw him and Marcus battle it out, that Marcus should just give up before he got himself killed. Of course, Marcus knew that already, and they weren't even really fighting to begin with. With what started with growls and ferocious snapping ended up being laughs and pats on the shoulder. There was something about Adrian that said, 'if you really want to fight me down to the bones that burn against my blood, be warned that I am immortal for a reason.' And every day he seemed to show that more and more, what with the bulging biceps and the workouts at the gym nearest to the forest. When I asked him if I could come along, he laughed and rubbed my spiky hair as if that was a joke.
Then there was Dimitri: brooding, silent, and seemed more like a warrior than any of us could hope to be. (to all of us he was like the teenage brother going through the silent-keep-away-from-me stage) Any human that looked at him could think that he once wanted to play for a film like 300, but for him, the worst possible option he would ever want would to be near that many humans during the day. I often wondered why he gave responses like that when he looked like he could take down a whole city in a day if you asked him to. I never asked, though; just like he never asked about my past. We were even, I think.
Lastly was Marcus: leader, and his height and built showed it. I remembered long ago when my friend took my over to his house to watch Underworld. I couldn't remember what the man's name was now, but I knew that Marcus was the spitting image of him. In my mind I pictured him being some sort of long-lost ancestor of the dude on Underworld. With Marcus's sharp instincts and keen sense of knowledge, I would pass the idea away; Marcus would defeat that 'vampire' if he was given the chance. Like leader, Marcus was our father; he bit Dimitri, and Dimitri bit Adrian. Now Adrian bit me.
And I was praying to God that the cycle didn't continue. My first few days of rest were dreaded; seeing myself kill an innocent wasn't something that was on my to-do list when I got older. Being a vampire wasn't on it either.
But now I know better; to think that I was scared of biting someone is a mistake. What I should have been more worried about was the process that came before wanting to drink blood.
Ask a solitary vampire this: do you regret getting bitten? He'll say no, of course. But if you ask whether they regret getting bitten and having to suffer the migraines, the fevers, the chills, and the lonliness of not having family around you to understand... the number one answer will be Hell Yes.
You may think that vampires are the most godly creatures on earth, but it takes more than just a bite to be beautiful.
Adrian was just Adrian; even though he was astonishingly ragged in appearance, there was something about him that symbolized him being the younger brother. He was dangerous, fast, and cunning with his tongue. I almost thought, that one time I saw him and Marcus battle it out, that Marcus should just give up before he got himself killed. Of course, Marcus knew that already, and they weren't even really fighting to begin with. With what started with growls and ferocious snapping ended up being laughs and pats on the shoulder. There was something about Adrian that said, 'if you really want to fight me down to the bones that burn against my blood, be warned that I am immortal for a reason.' And every day he seemed to show that more and more, what with the bulging biceps and the workouts at the gym nearest to the forest. When I asked him if I could come along, he laughed and rubbed my spiky hair as if that was a joke.
Then there was Dimitri: brooding, silent, and seemed more like a warrior than any of us could hope to be. (to all of us he was like the teenage brother going through the silent-keep-away-from-me stage) Any human that looked at him could think that he once wanted to play for a film like 300, but for him, the worst possible option he would ever want would to be near that many humans during the day. I often wondered why he gave responses like that when he looked like he could take down a whole city in a day if you asked him to. I never asked, though; just like he never asked about my past. We were even, I think.
Lastly was Marcus: leader, and his height and built showed it. I remembered long ago when my friend took my over to his house to watch Underworld. I couldn't remember what the man's name was now, but I knew that Marcus was the spitting image of him. In my mind I pictured him being some sort of long-lost ancestor of the dude on Underworld. With Marcus's sharp instincts and keen sense of knowledge, I would pass the idea away; Marcus would defeat that 'vampire' if he was given the chance. Like leader, Marcus was our father; he bit Dimitri, and Dimitri bit Adrian. Now Adrian bit me.
And I was praying to God that the cycle didn't continue. My first few days of rest were dreaded; seeing myself kill an innocent wasn't something that was on my to-do list when I got older. Being a vampire wasn't on it either.
But now I know better; to think that I was scared of biting someone is a mistake. What I should have been more worried about was the process that came before wanting to drink blood.
Ask a solitary vampire this: do you regret getting bitten? He'll say no, of course. But if you ask whether they regret getting bitten and having to suffer the migraines, the fevers, the chills, and the lonliness of not having family around you to understand... the number one answer will be Hell Yes.
You may think that vampires are the most godly creatures on earth, but it takes more than just a bite to be beautiful.
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when you hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when you hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your heart sheds. Because when you cry, your heart gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your heart sheds. Because when you cry, your heart gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.