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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,230
Reviews:
76
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I will not name the Chapters!
Note: THis is not the complete chapter 1 (as you can see it\'s way to short). I\'m putting this on cause it\'s a Saturday andf I have
no life. Joie! (That\'s from Kushiels Dart READ IT, and whoever has read it add more stories, there\'s only 1 on AFF, WTF?)
It was Monday. The most hated day of the common student (and teacher, unless they where one of those truly evil teachers that give the other teachers a bad name). And Brian was not one to get out of bed early, especially after a three hour drive with his mind on a nameless vampire.
Never the less Brian got up and did his morning ritual; changed his cloths, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, and left for school twenty minutes late. He really wasn’t late, he lived five minutes away from the high school and at a jog it took him only two, anyway he needed the exercise. Plus his First teacher never cared if he was late, everyone was late, the class was full of juniors and sophomore’s who all stopped at Dunkin Donuts before they came. “Food and Drink (with the exception of water) is not allowed in class.” Or so it says, half the teachers break that rule so there is no point in enforcing it. (1).
Brian got to school and climbed the stairs to the second floor and made it to his locker. Grabbing some books he slammed the door shut and climbed another set of stairs to the third floor and his science class. Even at a good twenty five minutes late for his class he was still here before half the students and the teacher who didn’t even bother to show up before class was a half over.
Sitting down at a table with three other Sophomores he began watching them play a game of Egyptian Rat Screw (2). After five minutes and a few slapped hands the rest of the class (coffee in hand) and the teacher walked in.
About twenty minutes later the teacher’s lecture finished and they were given the rest of class to finish homework. Brian walked down the hall to his next class until he realized he left his Geometry book behind (3). He turned around and entered the class mumbling a greeting to the teacher and went to grab his book. When his fingers touched the surface an icy feeling was sent down his spine. Once the sensation subsided he examined it to see what caused it. Opening the cover he found a note folded up on top of some papers. Brian put down the book and opened the piece of paper.
“Watching you.”
^_^ (Little High Breaker Dude)
Ok here\'s the rest of Chape 1!
NOTE: Oh and I should mention that I have no male/male action plaanned for this chapter whatsever... I also should mention that the little scene in the prolouge is my first actual lemon/lime (someone tell me which one it is dammit!) so be nice, and I\'ve got my
first review. THANKYOU ROSEMARY! (I always liked that name, I think I have a aunt named that...)
Brian sat in silence during his math class. It was an easy job, he hated the kids in class and the teacher never called on him, a perfect opportunity to think. Making sure no one was looking he slowly reopened the note and looked over it.
‘Watching me? He couldn’t the light…’
‘See I told you there was something wrong with him! He probably has spies everywhere!’ His little voice yelled.
‘When did you get out of that box?’ Brian asked
‘That doesn’t matter! He’s stalking you, s-t-a-l-k-i-n-g you!’ The voice continued. ‘There is seriously something wrong with that man.’
‘Are you saying that I’m not worth being stalked?’ Brian asked giving a fake hurt pout. ‘Thanks, and here I thought you where supposed to be helping me.’
‘I’m not saying that! It’s just that when someone stalks you its bad, Dumbass.’
‘You do realize he’s a vampire. That could account for a lot of things…’
‘So just because he’s a vampire he can stalk, hurt, and then kill you. They aren’t even supposed to exist!’ The little voce protested.
‘Well they do, and probably have for awhile, so back to important business. Why would he kill me? He seemed so nice, as if he wanted to keep me.’
‘Keep you? So you want to some dead guys pet? And he wasn’t nice he gave you a hand job.’ Brian was about to interject but the voice continued on its rant. ‘And he did TOLD you that you where coming back, and what did you do? You practically humped his leg! I will never get you, just tell your mom you don’t want to go to the cottage this weekend.’
‘But he’s watching me, he’ll know, and I WANT to go back.’
‘Why don’t you listen to me?!’ It asked desperately.
‘Because you don’t stay in your box.’
‘Then you wouldn’t hear me.’
‘Exactly.’ Brian gave a rough mental shove and placed the voice out of hearing distance in the small box he had created over the years.
Still pondering over the note Brian completely blanked out of math and seemed to go through the rest of the day on back up. When the final bell rang he couldn’t completely tell where he was and blinked a couple of times before the realization of the day came back to him. ‘Shit’ He quickly opened his notebook and checked if he wrote down any of his homework, relieved that he had he quickly made his way home.
After the five minute walk Brian entered his empty house and threw his bag on the couch. Quickly he got something to eat and started on the little homework he had.
^_^ (He’s still High)
“Brian I’m home!” His mom yelled coming through the door. “Brian, are you home?”
“Upstairs” He called back. Brian turned his attention back to the project that was due tomorrow. “Damn thing. Why did I have to forget about it till now?”
“I’m going to start dinner!”
“Uh-huh” He began gluing the information onto the poster. “Stupid America and its stupid revolution...”
Twenty minutes later his mom called him down to supper where he took his time to procrastinate before going up to do the essay. “Just cut and paste then change the wording.” He mumbled to himself while doing the said action. “Thank whomever that he doesn’t check for plagiarism.” (4) Checking the clock Brian realized it was past eleven and began printing out the semi-illegal paper.
~_~ (He’s not stoned, the drugs just wore off. Poor thing…)
When Brian arrived in class he found most of his classmates in the same position, tired from working on the project.
“Why is it that when I stay up till 11:00 doing homework I’m tired but if I’m just watching TV I’m perfectly awake.” He asked no one in general sitting down.
“It’s some psych. thing, stress, I think.” Tara responded taking seat next to him. “Maybe you should get a computer up in that cottage of yours. The you could work on it up there.”
“Yeah, but I’d still need internet.”
“True, true.” She responded turning her head to the teacher.
“Ok, class lets see those projects!” He cried out upbeat and a little to happily.
“I hate this man with a passion. How can he get excited over a stupid project?” Tara grumbled. “I mean it’s just stuff he already knows.”
“How can he live being a U.S. history teacher? He’s single right?” Brian picked up his poster and papercliped the essay onto it. “Hi, I’m Jo Newford; I like books, dogs, and our nation’s history. How can he pick up a girl with that?”
“It’s one of life’s great mysteries.”
“Fuck life and it’s so called greatness” (5)
~_~ (Stoned Chapter End Guy, Yay for his drugs!)
(1) My high school was just like this.
(2) Egyptian Rate Scre (or Egyption War as it is also called) is an extremely fun game where many people get hurt, and it\'s with cards!
(3) When I took Geomatry it was in 10th grade, some schools have it different.
(4) What high schooler didn\'t do a form of plagerism? We have more important things to do like wright!
(5) A friend once said that to me.
no life. Joie! (That\'s from Kushiels Dart READ IT, and whoever has read it add more stories, there\'s only 1 on AFF, WTF?)
It was Monday. The most hated day of the common student (and teacher, unless they where one of those truly evil teachers that give the other teachers a bad name). And Brian was not one to get out of bed early, especially after a three hour drive with his mind on a nameless vampire.
Never the less Brian got up and did his morning ritual; changed his cloths, ate breakfast, brushed his teeth, and left for school twenty minutes late. He really wasn’t late, he lived five minutes away from the high school and at a jog it took him only two, anyway he needed the exercise. Plus his First teacher never cared if he was late, everyone was late, the class was full of juniors and sophomore’s who all stopped at Dunkin Donuts before they came. “Food and Drink (with the exception of water) is not allowed in class.” Or so it says, half the teachers break that rule so there is no point in enforcing it. (1).
Brian got to school and climbed the stairs to the second floor and made it to his locker. Grabbing some books he slammed the door shut and climbed another set of stairs to the third floor and his science class. Even at a good twenty five minutes late for his class he was still here before half the students and the teacher who didn’t even bother to show up before class was a half over.
Sitting down at a table with three other Sophomores he began watching them play a game of Egyptian Rat Screw (2). After five minutes and a few slapped hands the rest of the class (coffee in hand) and the teacher walked in.
About twenty minutes later the teacher’s lecture finished and they were given the rest of class to finish homework. Brian walked down the hall to his next class until he realized he left his Geometry book behind (3). He turned around and entered the class mumbling a greeting to the teacher and went to grab his book. When his fingers touched the surface an icy feeling was sent down his spine. Once the sensation subsided he examined it to see what caused it. Opening the cover he found a note folded up on top of some papers. Brian put down the book and opened the piece of paper.
“Watching you.”
^_^ (Little High Breaker Dude)
Ok here\'s the rest of Chape 1!
NOTE: Oh and I should mention that I have no male/male action plaanned for this chapter whatsever... I also should mention that the little scene in the prolouge is my first actual lemon/lime (someone tell me which one it is dammit!) so be nice, and I\'ve got my
first review. THANKYOU ROSEMARY! (I always liked that name, I think I have a aunt named that...)
Brian sat in silence during his math class. It was an easy job, he hated the kids in class and the teacher never called on him, a perfect opportunity to think. Making sure no one was looking he slowly reopened the note and looked over it.
‘Watching me? He couldn’t the light…’
‘See I told you there was something wrong with him! He probably has spies everywhere!’ His little voice yelled.
‘When did you get out of that box?’ Brian asked
‘That doesn’t matter! He’s stalking you, s-t-a-l-k-i-n-g you!’ The voice continued. ‘There is seriously something wrong with that man.’
‘Are you saying that I’m not worth being stalked?’ Brian asked giving a fake hurt pout. ‘Thanks, and here I thought you where supposed to be helping me.’
‘I’m not saying that! It’s just that when someone stalks you its bad, Dumbass.’
‘You do realize he’s a vampire. That could account for a lot of things…’
‘So just because he’s a vampire he can stalk, hurt, and then kill you. They aren’t even supposed to exist!’ The little voce protested.
‘Well they do, and probably have for awhile, so back to important business. Why would he kill me? He seemed so nice, as if he wanted to keep me.’
‘Keep you? So you want to some dead guys pet? And he wasn’t nice he gave you a hand job.’ Brian was about to interject but the voice continued on its rant. ‘And he did TOLD you that you where coming back, and what did you do? You practically humped his leg! I will never get you, just tell your mom you don’t want to go to the cottage this weekend.’
‘But he’s watching me, he’ll know, and I WANT to go back.’
‘Why don’t you listen to me?!’ It asked desperately.
‘Because you don’t stay in your box.’
‘Then you wouldn’t hear me.’
‘Exactly.’ Brian gave a rough mental shove and placed the voice out of hearing distance in the small box he had created over the years.
Still pondering over the note Brian completely blanked out of math and seemed to go through the rest of the day on back up. When the final bell rang he couldn’t completely tell where he was and blinked a couple of times before the realization of the day came back to him. ‘Shit’ He quickly opened his notebook and checked if he wrote down any of his homework, relieved that he had he quickly made his way home.
After the five minute walk Brian entered his empty house and threw his bag on the couch. Quickly he got something to eat and started on the little homework he had.
^_^ (He’s still High)
“Brian I’m home!” His mom yelled coming through the door. “Brian, are you home?”
“Upstairs” He called back. Brian turned his attention back to the project that was due tomorrow. “Damn thing. Why did I have to forget about it till now?”
“I’m going to start dinner!”
“Uh-huh” He began gluing the information onto the poster. “Stupid America and its stupid revolution...”
Twenty minutes later his mom called him down to supper where he took his time to procrastinate before going up to do the essay. “Just cut and paste then change the wording.” He mumbled to himself while doing the said action. “Thank whomever that he doesn’t check for plagiarism.” (4) Checking the clock Brian realized it was past eleven and began printing out the semi-illegal paper.
~_~ (He’s not stoned, the drugs just wore off. Poor thing…)
When Brian arrived in class he found most of his classmates in the same position, tired from working on the project.
“Why is it that when I stay up till 11:00 doing homework I’m tired but if I’m just watching TV I’m perfectly awake.” He asked no one in general sitting down.
“It’s some psych. thing, stress, I think.” Tara responded taking seat next to him. “Maybe you should get a computer up in that cottage of yours. The you could work on it up there.”
“Yeah, but I’d still need internet.”
“True, true.” She responded turning her head to the teacher.
“Ok, class lets see those projects!” He cried out upbeat and a little to happily.
“I hate this man with a passion. How can he get excited over a stupid project?” Tara grumbled. “I mean it’s just stuff he already knows.”
“How can he live being a U.S. history teacher? He’s single right?” Brian picked up his poster and papercliped the essay onto it. “Hi, I’m Jo Newford; I like books, dogs, and our nation’s history. How can he pick up a girl with that?”
“It’s one of life’s great mysteries.”
“Fuck life and it’s so called greatness” (5)
~_~ (Stoned Chapter End Guy, Yay for his drugs!)
(1) My high school was just like this.
(2) Egyptian Rate Scre (or Egyption War as it is also called) is an extremely fun game where many people get hurt, and it\'s with cards!
(3) When I took Geomatry it was in 10th grade, some schools have it different.
(4) What high schooler didn\'t do a form of plagerism? We have more important things to do like wright!
(5) A friend once said that to me.