Post by Taurus Tash on Oct 7, 2007 13:29:30 GMT -5
1
The cruel hand of prohibition on human blood had then stolen the ardor that I craved. And Kristopher, my alpha male, had been the thief.
The tension between the git on steroids and I had played the symphonies of blazing and burning until our anger was apparent to even out little brother, Tyler. Kristopher’s knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel too tight.
I wasn’t doing such a good job of containing my anger myself, as I clawed the cushion in the back seat of the car. Kristopher’s dark eyes flickered toward me, and then back on the road, as if I were of as little importance to him as the bug on the windshield.
I’d been ripping apart the seat so much that I hadn’t even realized that I could touch the metal springs deep within it. However, I did notice that blood started to trickle down my hand. The youngest of our deranged trio, the eternally eight-year-old Tyler, cackled as I tried to lick away the wounds on the tips of my fingers.
“Control yourself, little brother.” Kristopher said coldly.
I ground my teeth and tried to control the urge to tear my leader to shreds with my claws before I ripped another row. If I failed however, I knew that I would end up in a cage match with Kristopher, an event I would rather avoid- I liked my organs in their proper places. Though my pride told me that I would rather die a slow death than surrender to my elder brother.
It became apparent that my brothers and I shared the same arrogance-issue. There came the proven fact that even though Tyler had been eight years old for one hundred years, he would never admit that he was a mere child. I loved messing with Tyler's honor- it was so much fun to make him mad and see how hard he tried to hurt me without success.
I turned to Tyler, who was looking for something in his overstuffed backpack. I didn't know what the hell was in the bag of my little brother, but I did know that it was something useless- kids usually packed things that were unnecessary like a stuffed animal or crayons perhaps.
“What’s in the bag, pup?” I laughed, preparing himself for Tyler’s bratty outburst.
Whenever I referred to Tyler as ‘pup’ or ‘kid’, he would launch himself onto me and try to wrestle me out for a tap. But of course, he always failed.
This time though, peculiar as it was, Tyler merely glared at me and continued to look for the item in his backpack. I raised my eyebrows. It wasn’t like Tyler to just ignore an insult, especially since he hated the word ‘pup’ above all others.
I wondered if Tyler’s silence was due to mine and Kristopher’s quiet wrath. Even if I asked my little brother what was bothering him, I knew that Tyler would take it to the grave. Tyler, I noticed, was way too Kristopher-influenced. It wasn’t to a point where he was emotionless, but it was still annoying how Tyler always took Kristopher’s side on arguments or even repeated Kristopher’s sayings. He also followed Kristopher around all the time, wherever he went, like a puppy.
After Kristopher showed our passports, we passed through the tollbooth that would bring us to America, or more specifically, Michigan.
In the upper peninsula of Michigan, a small town called Marquette rested right on Lake Superior, one of the Great Lakes.
It wasn’t too far from Canada, and I’d wondered and ranted about why they were leaving Ontario for some place so close. But only fools didn’t know that an alpha’s decision was final and not to be challenged.
“So this is America?” Tyler asked as he looked out the window, taking a break from searching for the mystery item. “It doesn’t look that different.”
“That’s because we’re so close to Canada we might as well have stayed there!” I thought to myself, biting my tongue from speaking those words.
Tyler looked to Kristopher, and I immediately knew who that question was meant for. Kristopher continued to ignore him. Tyler then rummaged for the item again, and then, with the indication of a scream, found it.
It was a little notebook, but I didn’t have time to ask what was in it when Tyler brought it close to his chest and angrily shouted: “Don’t look!”
I laughed. “What is that anyway? A diary?”
“Get real.”
“So then why won’t you let me see it?”
Tyler glared again and began to write in the notebook, with the back towards me. I noticed that when Tyler was writing, the patterns of his pencil didn’t look like letters at all.
The pine trees outside told me to dismiss Tyler’s secretive actions and gaze at their beauty. Of course, I didn’t argue.
We had left the town of Marquette and had been driving on a little dirt road in the woods, to arrive at an old looking, white house. I was surprised- for once I was impressed with Kristopher’s choice. We had been living in apartments in the city and the wilderness of Canada. Now, it was like a mix of both.
“Hey, Kris. Where’d you hear of this place?” I asked.
Kristopher turned the car off and threw the keys of the house to Tyler, who was itching to run into the house first. “I heard about it on the internet. Apparently, this was a historic site from the late 1800’s, and the caretaker just retired to North Carolina.”
Kristopher and I followed Tyler, who had already unlocked the door and was exploring the house. I noticed that almost every single piece of furniture had been cloaked with a white sheet of fabric. A chandelier hung above in the foyer and a grandfather clock was in the parlor. Spider webs were spun everywhere, even on the grand piano that was also free of the sheets. The walls looked like they were peeling for centuries.
“Do you think we should make renovations?” I asked Kristopher.
Kristopher didn’t even look over his shoulder. “Do you have any money?”
“No.”
“Then shut up.”
I smirked. “I’m just sayin’. What if Tyler falls through the floor?”
Kristopher glared at me and headed up the stairs to check on our youngest brother. I could tell the difference between Kristopher and Tyler’s glares. Tyler’s glares suggested that he didn’t want to be called a kid. Kristopher glared like he really was going to kill someone, even though he was the one that banned human blood.
“Jake!” Kristopher shouted from the upstairs.
I yawned. “What?”
“Get the mail.”
I furrowed my brow. The only thing that I thought would be in the mailbox was nest of black widows.
Though, when I actually did look inside, it was filled with mail, and appeared entirely new.
“Kris must’ve signed us up for school early through the net.” I thought as I looked at a letter, that had a local high school as its return address.
When I tossed Tyler his letter, he immediately opened it like a rabid animal. Tyler almost never got mail.
I opened mine and it contained a schedule, a map of Lake Superior High School and bus times.
“Lake Superior Elementary?!” Tyler hollered.
Kristopher reminded himself to keep calm with the younger boy as he sighed in frustration. Every time Tyler opened his school letter, he was surprised and angry to see that it was from an elementary school. I understood the ‘angry’ part completely, though the emotion of surprise I would have to question.
“This isn’t fair!” he wailed. “Kristopher already taught me calculus!”
I bent down to Tyler’s height and flicked him on the forehead. “Ty, you’re eight years old, and are going to remain eight years old ‘till you die. We have to blend in with society. That’s just the way it works, whether you like it or not.”
Tyler seemed surprised at first, but then glared again. “Who asked you, anyway? I’m gone!”
Tyler stomped upstairs and slammed the door to a particular room, which was apparently dubbed his. A silence filled the air when Kristopher and I were in the same room together, which was what I called ‘The Calm Before the Battle’.
Kristopher smirked. “You’re becoming more and more like me every day.”
I was shocked- what I’d just said to Tyler was a reality wake-up call that was laced with rage- something that Kristopher said to me nearly every day. I could have put my foot in my mouth. Though, it wasn’t like I was considering being easier on the little brat- the anger I felt had nothing to do with that.
I faced my elder brother and growled. “I’m nothing like you.”
*
Finding the high school wasn’t that difficult, though finding my first period class was. It came to the point where I went from walking through the halls that were full of people to the halls where it was so vacant I could hear my own footsteps. I was sure that I ran through the entire school at least twice before I’d finally arrived to a trigonometry classroom. I groaned, though I knew that this was probably the best I’d get- at least I wasn’t in the third grade. School was one of the many reasons why I hated not being able to die.
I opened the door to room 204, and immediately, all twenty-four pairs of eyes were on me. An old and overweight teacher’s unwelcoming eyes were on me as well, but I didn’t worry- I’d faced things way scarier than a math teacher.
“Well isn’t this just exciting,” said the teacher, his voice practically spilling sarcasm. “You’ve come to join us. Who might you be?”
I looked at the name on my school schedule and made note of him- N. O’Hagan.
Now quite frankly, I already hated this teacher because of the very subject he taught, but Mr. O’Hagan had already made me growl, from the way his voice blubbered to the way he adjusted his glasses.
“Aster. Jake Aster.”
The teacher began to write a problem on the board. “Sit down, Aster.”
Mr. O’Hagan hadn’t even given me the courtesy of a first name- he must’ve been a football coach. But when I made my way to my seat, I saw her.
I noticed that she was the only one out of all of the students who hadn’t turned her head to acknowledge my existence. But strangely enough, I liked it. She had wild, tawny hair and pale skin, her green eyes fixated on the board and her hand writing notes. I could imagine that her hand was soft, from the way her lotion smelled from halfway across the room.
Trigonometry had came and went, and when I arrived at the cafeteria, I was surprised to see that the same tawny haired girl was there, sitting upright at one of the tables. Her lips were forming a slight frown and she was sitting right over an open lunch. I realized why she was agitated when he heard a group of girls talking next to her…about me.
“Did you see that new kid? He’s gorgeous!” one girl said.
“Yeah, but what’s his name? Astro? Astir?”
I laughed, but then hid my amusement by coughing. The girls were pretty, but not worthy to court- they were nearly mindless.
The tawny haired girl finally, after about five minutes of irritation, slammed her fists on the table.
“I’ve had it!” she screeched.
I wanted to see if the tawny haired girl would pounce on the group of girls and beat them up. It was hard to tell what she would do next.
“I’ve had it with you guys calling that ‘Astro’ guy hot! He’s not gorgeous, he’s not hot and he’s certainly not going to date you! So get over yourselves!”
The clique of drones said no more as the tawny haired girl sat back down and opened a bag of cafeteria cookies.
I couldn’t contain myself from laughing for another second. I could only take the tawny haired girl’s valiant display of truth as absolutely hilarious. I ran over to where the girl sat and it was almost as if she didn’t see me go up to her face. She only saw me appear.
“What the hell do you want?” the tawny haired girl snapped, half of a cookie present in her mouth.
I smirked and held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. I closed my distance on her mouth slowly and bit off a good chunk of her half eaten piece of sweetness.
A cracking sound erupted, and on my cheek, there was a stinging pain in the shape of a red handprint. For reasons unknown to me, I found myself on the floor.
“Who in hell do you think you are?” she screamed.
I ran a nail on my reddened cheek and hissed in pain.
“Geez,” I mumbled. “You really care that much about a cookie?”
The tawny haired girl’s green eyes held a fire that even I hadn’t seen before. “I couldn’t give a good God damn about the cookie! You’re such a jerk, you know that? I don’t think you understand what who you’re dealing w-“
The girl hadn’t realized that past her anger, I stood up and kissed her with sharp precision and a passion none of us could explain- not even the angered clique. Her cheeks blushed redder and redder as her throat throbbed in a timely order that made me nearly frivolous. With little control, I completely dominated both of our mouths, our tongues rolling together in one fluid motion. I could feel her warmth pulsing into my sense of smell in the same fashion as her arteries. The tawny haired girl had uttered a small squeak and I almost smirked again- she was surrendering to me.
But, as quickly as I ran, it only took a millisecond for the tawny haired girl to realize that she was actually kissing me. And, as an almost immediate reaction, I was blown back by a forceful punch, which was slightly shaky with surprise.
The tawny haired girl had obviously given up trying to violently reason with me, and walked away to a point where she was nearly sprinting.
“Wait!” I called.
“Fuck off!”
And with a slam of the cafeteria doors, the tawny haired girl was gone.
I felt my bruising cheek and whispered, “Wow…who is she?”
As I fell into a dreamy trance of ecstasy and warmth, the clique began their jealous chatter. But then, one girl said: “Wait, he kissed her…and he doesn’t know her name yet?”
The cruel hand of prohibition on human blood had then stolen the ardor that I craved. And Kristopher, my alpha male, had been the thief.
The tension between the git on steroids and I had played the symphonies of blazing and burning until our anger was apparent to even out little brother, Tyler. Kristopher’s knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel too tight.
I wasn’t doing such a good job of containing my anger myself, as I clawed the cushion in the back seat of the car. Kristopher’s dark eyes flickered toward me, and then back on the road, as if I were of as little importance to him as the bug on the windshield.
I’d been ripping apart the seat so much that I hadn’t even realized that I could touch the metal springs deep within it. However, I did notice that blood started to trickle down my hand. The youngest of our deranged trio, the eternally eight-year-old Tyler, cackled as I tried to lick away the wounds on the tips of my fingers.
“Control yourself, little brother.” Kristopher said coldly.
I ground my teeth and tried to control the urge to tear my leader to shreds with my claws before I ripped another row. If I failed however, I knew that I would end up in a cage match with Kristopher, an event I would rather avoid- I liked my organs in their proper places. Though my pride told me that I would rather die a slow death than surrender to my elder brother.
It became apparent that my brothers and I shared the same arrogance-issue. There came the proven fact that even though Tyler had been eight years old for one hundred years, he would never admit that he was a mere child. I loved messing with Tyler's honor- it was so much fun to make him mad and see how hard he tried to hurt me without success.
I turned to Tyler, who was looking for something in his overstuffed backpack. I didn't know what the hell was in the bag of my little brother, but I did know that it was something useless- kids usually packed things that were unnecessary like a stuffed animal or crayons perhaps.
“What’s in the bag, pup?” I laughed, preparing himself for Tyler’s bratty outburst.
Whenever I referred to Tyler as ‘pup’ or ‘kid’, he would launch himself onto me and try to wrestle me out for a tap. But of course, he always failed.
This time though, peculiar as it was, Tyler merely glared at me and continued to look for the item in his backpack. I raised my eyebrows. It wasn’t like Tyler to just ignore an insult, especially since he hated the word ‘pup’ above all others.
I wondered if Tyler’s silence was due to mine and Kristopher’s quiet wrath. Even if I asked my little brother what was bothering him, I knew that Tyler would take it to the grave. Tyler, I noticed, was way too Kristopher-influenced. It wasn’t to a point where he was emotionless, but it was still annoying how Tyler always took Kristopher’s side on arguments or even repeated Kristopher’s sayings. He also followed Kristopher around all the time, wherever he went, like a puppy.
After Kristopher showed our passports, we passed through the tollbooth that would bring us to America, or more specifically, Michigan.
In the upper peninsula of Michigan, a small town called Marquette rested right on Lake Superior, one of the Great Lakes.
It wasn’t too far from Canada, and I’d wondered and ranted about why they were leaving Ontario for some place so close. But only fools didn’t know that an alpha’s decision was final and not to be challenged.
“So this is America?” Tyler asked as he looked out the window, taking a break from searching for the mystery item. “It doesn’t look that different.”
“That’s because we’re so close to Canada we might as well have stayed there!” I thought to myself, biting my tongue from speaking those words.
Tyler looked to Kristopher, and I immediately knew who that question was meant for. Kristopher continued to ignore him. Tyler then rummaged for the item again, and then, with the indication of a scream, found it.
It was a little notebook, but I didn’t have time to ask what was in it when Tyler brought it close to his chest and angrily shouted: “Don’t look!”
I laughed. “What is that anyway? A diary?”
“Get real.”
“So then why won’t you let me see it?”
Tyler glared again and began to write in the notebook, with the back towards me. I noticed that when Tyler was writing, the patterns of his pencil didn’t look like letters at all.
The pine trees outside told me to dismiss Tyler’s secretive actions and gaze at their beauty. Of course, I didn’t argue.
We had left the town of Marquette and had been driving on a little dirt road in the woods, to arrive at an old looking, white house. I was surprised- for once I was impressed with Kristopher’s choice. We had been living in apartments in the city and the wilderness of Canada. Now, it was like a mix of both.
“Hey, Kris. Where’d you hear of this place?” I asked.
Kristopher turned the car off and threw the keys of the house to Tyler, who was itching to run into the house first. “I heard about it on the internet. Apparently, this was a historic site from the late 1800’s, and the caretaker just retired to North Carolina.”
Kristopher and I followed Tyler, who had already unlocked the door and was exploring the house. I noticed that almost every single piece of furniture had been cloaked with a white sheet of fabric. A chandelier hung above in the foyer and a grandfather clock was in the parlor. Spider webs were spun everywhere, even on the grand piano that was also free of the sheets. The walls looked like they were peeling for centuries.
“Do you think we should make renovations?” I asked Kristopher.
Kristopher didn’t even look over his shoulder. “Do you have any money?”
“No.”
“Then shut up.”
I smirked. “I’m just sayin’. What if Tyler falls through the floor?”
Kristopher glared at me and headed up the stairs to check on our youngest brother. I could tell the difference between Kristopher and Tyler’s glares. Tyler’s glares suggested that he didn’t want to be called a kid. Kristopher glared like he really was going to kill someone, even though he was the one that banned human blood.
“Jake!” Kristopher shouted from the upstairs.
I yawned. “What?”
“Get the mail.”
I furrowed my brow. The only thing that I thought would be in the mailbox was nest of black widows.
Though, when I actually did look inside, it was filled with mail, and appeared entirely new.
“Kris must’ve signed us up for school early through the net.” I thought as I looked at a letter, that had a local high school as its return address.
When I tossed Tyler his letter, he immediately opened it like a rabid animal. Tyler almost never got mail.
I opened mine and it contained a schedule, a map of Lake Superior High School and bus times.
“Lake Superior Elementary?!” Tyler hollered.
Kristopher reminded himself to keep calm with the younger boy as he sighed in frustration. Every time Tyler opened his school letter, he was surprised and angry to see that it was from an elementary school. I understood the ‘angry’ part completely, though the emotion of surprise I would have to question.
“This isn’t fair!” he wailed. “Kristopher already taught me calculus!”
I bent down to Tyler’s height and flicked him on the forehead. “Ty, you’re eight years old, and are going to remain eight years old ‘till you die. We have to blend in with society. That’s just the way it works, whether you like it or not.”
Tyler seemed surprised at first, but then glared again. “Who asked you, anyway? I’m gone!”
Tyler stomped upstairs and slammed the door to a particular room, which was apparently dubbed his. A silence filled the air when Kristopher and I were in the same room together, which was what I called ‘The Calm Before the Battle’.
Kristopher smirked. “You’re becoming more and more like me every day.”
I was shocked- what I’d just said to Tyler was a reality wake-up call that was laced with rage- something that Kristopher said to me nearly every day. I could have put my foot in my mouth. Though, it wasn’t like I was considering being easier on the little brat- the anger I felt had nothing to do with that.
I faced my elder brother and growled. “I’m nothing like you.”
*
Finding the high school wasn’t that difficult, though finding my first period class was. It came to the point where I went from walking through the halls that were full of people to the halls where it was so vacant I could hear my own footsteps. I was sure that I ran through the entire school at least twice before I’d finally arrived to a trigonometry classroom. I groaned, though I knew that this was probably the best I’d get- at least I wasn’t in the third grade. School was one of the many reasons why I hated not being able to die.
I opened the door to room 204, and immediately, all twenty-four pairs of eyes were on me. An old and overweight teacher’s unwelcoming eyes were on me as well, but I didn’t worry- I’d faced things way scarier than a math teacher.
“Well isn’t this just exciting,” said the teacher, his voice practically spilling sarcasm. “You’ve come to join us. Who might you be?”
I looked at the name on my school schedule and made note of him- N. O’Hagan.
Now quite frankly, I already hated this teacher because of the very subject he taught, but Mr. O’Hagan had already made me growl, from the way his voice blubbered to the way he adjusted his glasses.
“Aster. Jake Aster.”
The teacher began to write a problem on the board. “Sit down, Aster.”
Mr. O’Hagan hadn’t even given me the courtesy of a first name- he must’ve been a football coach. But when I made my way to my seat, I saw her.
I noticed that she was the only one out of all of the students who hadn’t turned her head to acknowledge my existence. But strangely enough, I liked it. She had wild, tawny hair and pale skin, her green eyes fixated on the board and her hand writing notes. I could imagine that her hand was soft, from the way her lotion smelled from halfway across the room.
Trigonometry had came and went, and when I arrived at the cafeteria, I was surprised to see that the same tawny haired girl was there, sitting upright at one of the tables. Her lips were forming a slight frown and she was sitting right over an open lunch. I realized why she was agitated when he heard a group of girls talking next to her…about me.
“Did you see that new kid? He’s gorgeous!” one girl said.
“Yeah, but what’s his name? Astro? Astir?”
I laughed, but then hid my amusement by coughing. The girls were pretty, but not worthy to court- they were nearly mindless.
The tawny haired girl finally, after about five minutes of irritation, slammed her fists on the table.
“I’ve had it!” she screeched.
I wanted to see if the tawny haired girl would pounce on the group of girls and beat them up. It was hard to tell what she would do next.
“I’ve had it with you guys calling that ‘Astro’ guy hot! He’s not gorgeous, he’s not hot and he’s certainly not going to date you! So get over yourselves!”
The clique of drones said no more as the tawny haired girl sat back down and opened a bag of cafeteria cookies.
I couldn’t contain myself from laughing for another second. I could only take the tawny haired girl’s valiant display of truth as absolutely hilarious. I ran over to where the girl sat and it was almost as if she didn’t see me go up to her face. She only saw me appear.
“What the hell do you want?” the tawny haired girl snapped, half of a cookie present in her mouth.
I smirked and held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. I closed my distance on her mouth slowly and bit off a good chunk of her half eaten piece of sweetness.
A cracking sound erupted, and on my cheek, there was a stinging pain in the shape of a red handprint. For reasons unknown to me, I found myself on the floor.
“Who in hell do you think you are?” she screamed.
I ran a nail on my reddened cheek and hissed in pain.
“Geez,” I mumbled. “You really care that much about a cookie?”
The tawny haired girl’s green eyes held a fire that even I hadn’t seen before. “I couldn’t give a good God damn about the cookie! You’re such a jerk, you know that? I don’t think you understand what who you’re dealing w-“
The girl hadn’t realized that past her anger, I stood up and kissed her with sharp precision and a passion none of us could explain- not even the angered clique. Her cheeks blushed redder and redder as her throat throbbed in a timely order that made me nearly frivolous. With little control, I completely dominated both of our mouths, our tongues rolling together in one fluid motion. I could feel her warmth pulsing into my sense of smell in the same fashion as her arteries. The tawny haired girl had uttered a small squeak and I almost smirked again- she was surrendering to me.
But, as quickly as I ran, it only took a millisecond for the tawny haired girl to realize that she was actually kissing me. And, as an almost immediate reaction, I was blown back by a forceful punch, which was slightly shaky with surprise.
The tawny haired girl had obviously given up trying to violently reason with me, and walked away to a point where she was nearly sprinting.
“Wait!” I called.
“Fuck off!”
And with a slam of the cafeteria doors, the tawny haired girl was gone.
I felt my bruising cheek and whispered, “Wow…who is she?”
As I fell into a dreamy trance of ecstasy and warmth, the clique began their jealous chatter. But then, one girl said: “Wait, he kissed her…and he doesn’t know her name yet?”
