Kittysmart11's Journals

I'm Your Getaway... Ch.6 [Alex Johnson]

"Why hello up there!" Marshall shouts. "Mind if I join you with a couple of my friends?"

"Yes I do," I mutter under my breath.

I looked at Johnson's face and I knew something wasn't right. His face was serious, eyes darting left to right as his nostrils flared.

"How many friends did you bring with you Marshall?" Johnson barely whispered.

"Just enough," Marshall says. "I want them to meet Siobahn."

"Siobahn, we need to get down from this tree now."

"Okay," I say as I start to get up but he stops me with the most genuine concerned look on his face.

"There are some things I haven't told you yet about me that I was planning on telling you soon in the future. I just want you to know that I would never let anybody hurt you. If I tell you to run, then run as fast as you can. Promise me that."

"Why would I run?" I ask him. "What's going on?"

"My friends really want to meet you Siobahn," Marshall says. "But they're kind of impatient."

"I don't make promises Johnson. But I will promise you that I will run when the time is needed."

"You're going to be difficult," Johnson mumbles as he drops easily to the ground.

I follow more slowly and Johnson grabs me before placing me behind him. What is going on? I look around Marshall but all I see are trees and bushes. The silence in the park was deadly though.

"Well I don't see your friends Marshall," I say quietly. "Where are they?"

"They are around here. They think you're real pretty Siobahn," Marshall says.

"I don't think you understand when I said to stay away from Siobahn," Johnson sneered.

"You know I couldn't resist, Johnson. Why can't you share?" Marshall pouts. "She smells divine."

"You really were in the restroom at the pizza place," I say. "First off, have you no manners? And secondly, how did you get out of there so fast?"

"I have manners but I was built for speed. You know, speaking of speed has made me quite... hungry. Wanna go grab a bite?"

"Don't you dare- "Johnson starts.

Silently, the trees moved just a little and then dark shadows appeared on the ground. As they moved closer, I started to see band shirts and converse sneakers. No effing way.

"You're friends are the... fans?" I ask him quizzically. "Okay, I was expecting bulky guys with chains and daggers flashing everywhere. I was not expecting little girls."

"Siobahn they are more dangerous than you think," Johnson whispers. "They are under hypnosis."

"No one can be placed under hypnosis. It's not possible. I took general psychology and I know it's not achievable."

"Well it can be achievable if you're a vampire," Johnson mumbles.

"Oh... wait what? Alex Marshall is a vampire? That explains why he was so cold..."

"Okay usually when I tell girls that he's a vampire, they first become skeptics then when they see his fangs they freak out. Why aren't you freaking out?" Johnson half turns to me with a quizzical brow.

"Like I said, it explains everything. His dark eyes, his speed, his hunger... I am in a bit of a shock. But I can take news like that just fine."

"Siobahn knows what I am. That makes everything so much easier on me," Marshall sighs and smiles, two pearly whites enlarging out of his mouth. "I'd like for you to meet my right hand. She helps me out with everything. Oh Jen..."

The crowd of fans split to show a girl with golden curly brown hair and a fangtastic smile on her rosy cheeks. I remembered seeing her being the closest to Marshall at the barrier during the show. I should have known she would be a vampire. She was very pretty indeed.

"So I was right after all," Jen sighs as she stops beside Marshall, staring me down. "She has got to be the sweetest smelling human I've ever sensed since I've been changed. That's a compliment Siobahn."

"I changed Jen awhile back... okay maybe a couple of weeks ago. She has a natural born gift of sniffing out the sweetest of the bunch. You are going to be the sweetest I have ever tasted in a decade!"

"You're not getting anything from her," Johnson growled as he got into a crouch position. "She is mine."

"A little possessive don't you think Johnson? Doesn't matter, I didn't say I was going to grab her." Marshall says as he flips his hair. Every girl crouched in reply, snarling.

"I'm mad his hair controls girls. Are they vampires too?" I whisper.

"Not unless Marshall deems them fit," Johnson whispers back. "I can't hit them though. I could flick them in the head and crack their skulls."

"What are you-extra strong? Well you're the vampire hunter here!" I loudly whisper. "I'll take care of them. You go after Marshall."

"Thanks, but I haven't been completely honest with you. Siobahn... I'm a-"

"ATTACK!" Marshall shouts.

The girls screamed as they charged toward Johnson and me. I jump forward and started swinging left and right. These girls were stronger than I expected. Their neon colored nails scratched at my skin in fury as I knocked down each one in defense. I caught snippets of Johnson and Marshall slowly circling each other, snarling or growling at each other. I got thrown down to the ground by two girls, and looked up to see Jen glaring down at me smiling. I also noticed the full moon in the night sky. Weird moon since it was hiding behind the clouds.

"It's better if you just stay down. I hate chasing and damaging Marshall's food for him," Jen says.

"Try me then!" I say as I jump up and kick the girls in the face, then throw a punch at Jen.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Jen grabbed me by my shirt and threw me into a tree. The pain was excruciating on my back and I felt a small trickle of blood coming from my head but I did not let that stop me. I got back up stumbling and frantically looking around for her. All I saw were the large group of girls getting up slowly, looking confused at how they got out of the park. They all walked away except for one: Jen. She had the look of thirst in her eyes as my blood dripped on the ground. She charged for me but then she disappeared from her spot to land face first into an oak tree. I looked back where she was just running for me to see something I would never expected to see. It stood on its hind legs, grayish black fur shining and panting wildly. It made the highest piercing howl I ever heard in my life. And then it looked at me with such beautiful eyes. A werewolf. I felt a cold hand that gently wiped some of the blood from my head, and I watched Marshall as he brought it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean of my blood. His eyes closed to savor the flavor, and he opened them to blood shot eyes.

"Delicious."

A whoosh of wind passed by me as the werewolf head-butted Marshall in the stomach, throwing him into a small creek. The werewolf passed out beside me. I immediately noticed the werewolf's right leg, seeing some blood oozing out of a crescent shaped mark. A bite mark. Marshall got up and looked at himself drenched in water.

"You will pay for that good friend!" Marshall growled.

I looked down at the werewolf in pity, and then became angry. Why would Marshall hurt this wild creature? Why would it protect me from Jen and Marshall? Where was Johnson? And then it all clicked.

Johnson. Werewolf.

What. The. Fuck. Johnson, my now new boyfriend, is a werewolf. A pretty colored werewolf. A werewolf that is hurt quite badly.

"Johnson?" I whisper quietly.

The werewolf looks at me with such a sad face. I knew it was him. Those eyes, so soft and precious. I slowly approached him and knelt down to touch his fur, when his eyes sparked in rage and swiped towards me. I ducked as his huge paw and claws slapped at Jen, who was lunging for me at the same moment. But he couldn't stop his claws from ripping out some of my back. I screamed in pain as his claws ripped my clothes and some of the skin on my back. I fell limp to the ground, shaking from the severe throbbing from my back. I started to go into shock and I heard voices surround me, realizing it was some of the guys of the bands.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MARSHALL?" Singer screamed. "LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!"

"You guys she's bleeding pretty badly," Cash said to me closest. "This is not good."

"Has Johnson calmed down yet?" Bryan asked. "We need him ASAP!"

"I did nothing but simply hunt for my meal. She was in the way," Marshall calmly said.

"Dude, we all know you've wanted her the whole night!" Singer shouts. "And now she's hurt severely."

"It's worse than that," I heard Johnson's shaking voice say. "I scratched her. I hate myself."

"Johnson, you are not to blame for this. You were protecting her," Cash said. "Marshall and Jen is the true blame. I want Jen off this tour this instant!"

"Not happening!" Marshall sneered. "Siobahn shouldn't have been so appealing."

"I will deal with you later!" Johnson shouted. "You are the reason why Siobahn will be doomed forever!"

"Calm down man," Singer said quietly. "You don't want to change now. Why would she be doomed?"

"It doesn't matter. One bite, one horrifying scratch... it doesn't matter. I had to go through it and now she does too."

"What are you talking about?" Bryan asked.

"Siobahn... she's doomed to be like me. She's doomed to be a werewolf."

I'm Your Getaway... Ch.5 [Alex Johnson]

They finally came down to their final song called "Can You Keep A Secret?" and the vibe just changed drastically. As the song got to the bridge, the beat became hypnotic. Every girl and guy in the jam-packed venue danced like there was no tomorrow. Johnson's thumping was quite addictive as I watched him play. He glanced over at me and winked, making me feel hotter than the whole room of fan girls. They finished performing and got the loudest response I've ever heard. Johnson got off stage and gave me the sweatiest bear hug ever.

"You just had to hug me?" I squirmed in his grasp.

"Of course! It makes me happy," Johnson laughs as he goes back and dismantles his drum kit.

"You do make him happy," Singer appears from behind me. "I never have seen him this happy in a long time since..."

"Since his girlfriend's death," I finished quietly. "What was her name?"

"Jillian. She was okay. She wasn't as cool as you," Singer smirks a bit before frowning. "She demanded a lot of Johnson's attention and he usually gave it to her. She got him pretty angry sometimes-"

"What are you saying about me?" Johnson says as he comes from behind and wraps his arms around my waist. Are we unofficially dating or what?

"Just talking about bunnies," I smile at Singer.

"Bunnies? I'll walk away now," Johnson puts his arms in the air and laughs.

"Hey guys," Bryan approaches. "Let's go outside. It's stifling in here and everyone is talking about Johnson's new girl. It's seriously hilarious."

"Why is it hilarious?" I ask curiously.

"Because Marshall is pissed off," Bryan says as we all started walking. "He's mad Johnson snagged you before he did."

"It wouldn't matter anyways. Marshall is not my type. He creeps me out," I say.

"WHOA! WHOA!" Singer shouts and stops. "STOP THE PRESSES! ALEX MARSHALL CREEPS OUT SIOBAHN! CELEBS REACT TO THE SHOCKING NEWS! ANDREW ANDREW!"

I see a guy with black and ash grey hair coming towards us with a bottle of water and a broad smile on his face.

"Have you heard the news? Siobahn thinks Marshall is creepy! Reaction!" Singer shouts as he shoves his imaginary microphone into Andrew's face.

"Not the word creepy!" Andrew gasps. "Oh my! Is that word even allowed to be in the same sentence as Marshall's name?"

Johnson shakes his head and smiles at me as he intertwines his warm fingers with mine. I could faint right now, but I don't faint. Plus if I did, he'd grab me perfectly like one of those romantic movie scenes. Don't need to feel anymore mushier or I'll feel like jelly. Or in Brandon's terms, apple jelly. We all make it outside and Marshall stood on the side talking on his cell phone, glancing at me every now and then. Johnson kept occupying my thoughts and my hands as he hugged me or just held me at random times. I haven't felt so close to a guy in so long. It just felt so right. We were meant for each other. The guys from all the bands started joking around but somehow Johnson and I walked away from their silly ruckus to a very secluded area on the outskirts of a small forest park. We walked in silence for a couple of minutes in the dark, my thoughts jumbling up into little wads. Then we stopped in front of a large tree.

"You know how to climb?" Johnson asks.

"Yeah. Good thing I wore pants," I smirk to myself as I start to climb, huffing and puffing along the way.

I found a nice large branch that had grooves from previous climbers and lovers, so I relaxed as Johnson effortlessly climbed the tree without a sweat. He got himself comfortable and we just sat there in silence with his arm around me.

"Are you cold or anything?" Johnson asked.

"No, you're more than warm enough."

"That's good."

We sat there in silence. I listened to his even breathing pattern and put my hands in my lap. Never felt so nervous...

"I like you Siobahn," Johnson suddenly says. "A lot. I don't remember the last time I felt for someone like you. I was just minding my own business today, thinking about stuff and just smoking it all away when I saw you standing across the street from me. It was like everything became dull and lifeless around you. You're like the apple of my eye. You just stood there smoking your cigarette and my mind was just set on you. Your eyes, your smile... it's just so captivating and inviting. No one is perfect, but I know without a doubt, you're perfect for me. I hope you don't mind but I think I might be sticking around you for awhile. Not like a psycho! I don't roll like that, but maybe just a very close companion."

"Or maybe as my boyfriend," I answer back quietly as I look up at him. "I think I can say that what you're feeling for me is exactly what I'm feeling in return. Why even fight it and wait? Why not now? I usually never rush into relationships but you are my only exception. You're different."

"I am very different," Johnson says as he holds my hands close to him. "I'm more different than you'll ever know."

"Everyone is different in some way. You are different. You are perfect."

Johnson did the look. Not the puppy dog look, but the look before the perfect kiss. I was completely nervous. Were my lips ready? Should I just go all in or just slow it up? He started to lean in slowly, biting his lower lip nervously in such a cute manner. I quickly rubbed my lips together and leaned in just as steadily. When our lips touched, I wasn't sure if it was real. I wasn't sure anything that happened until this very moment was real. But it was happening. Our lips touched so perfectly, his lips soft and incredibly warm and inviting. He intensified the kiss beyond anything I could imagine and I just held on to him for dear life, wanting more and more and more... The perfect kiss. Then he pulled back, stopped and cocked his head to the side then looked down to the ground.

"He just had to ruin our moment," Johnson whispered. "Only him."

"Who?" I said trying to recollect the moment; subsequently I looked down and grimaced.

MARSHALL.

I'm Your Getaway... Ch.4 [Alex Johnson]

We made it back to the venue, a little tense but still intact and somewhat happy. We went backstage and came back just in time for the last song from The Friday Night Boys. They weren't bad at all. Maybe I should broaden my musical preferences to more than just Bach and Chopin. As the music continued, I caught Johnson's eyes turn into slits. I followed his gaze across the stage to see him looking out at the crowd, licking his lips as he glared out eyeing certain girls in the back. That's when Johnson turned to me.

"Do you mind standing here for a second? I need to ask Marshall about our set," Johnson smiled at me.

"Sure," I smile back.

I saw his smile disappear the moment he turned around to walk behind the set. I turned my attention back to the stage to see Marshall staring me down with a malicious smirk on his face. This guy is pure evil. Remembering those three words brought shocks up my spine and almost into attack mode again. That's when I saw Johnson appear behind him and shove Marshall to the side. I wasn't the greatest lip reader but I did make out some words from that distance.

"What the fuck... what the hell was that at...? I swear if..." Johnson said, probably even yelling.

"What? She is... she looks very... She is... can't help myself... fair game Johnson," Marshall said back.

Then I saw Johnson say two words that made my heart skip a beat, and swallow hard.

"She's mine."

Marshall and Johnson sized up to each other, staring each other down. Besides the fact that I don't consider myself a piece of property, I was quite electrified by Johnson's defensive stance. I knew he was talking about me and defending me. He wanted me. Never had a guy defend me in such a way, so it was kind of overwhelming. Singer appeared between the two of them and pushed them both back, pointing at me in the process. Of course, all three looked at me. I quickly looked away to see Ari in the pit gawk at me in rage. I smirked and waved. I know I'm going to hear it tonight. I couldn't help but think what they were arguing about and why it involved me. Maybe Marshall is jealous that Johnson got to me first and he never had the chance to flirt with me. There was still something else about Marshall that kept itching at the back of my mind but I just couldn't get to it. I felt a warm hand on my arm. I already knew who it was.

"I'm back," Johnson said.

"I can see that," I said back smirking. "Is everything okay? I saw you getting quite heated up with Marshall."

"Just a misunderstanding. He wanted to change one of the songs to another. Nothing serious," Johnson just shrugged it off.

"Oh okay," I replied, obviously not convinced.

Something is up, and I'm going to find out. I started to crave another cigarette and reached into my purse to only remember I had a deal with Johnson about no smoking. I groaned and pouted.

"And what is wrong with you?" Johnson asked.

"I'm craving," I pouted. "I can't even have one?"

"Nope," Johnson replied chuckling. "We're in this together."

I pouted some more, attempting at the puppy dog eyes. You know, just moist enough around the lashes but not crying. Johnson rolled his eyes and laughed.

"The puppy eyes don't work on me. But I can make better puppy eyes."

"Let's see them then," I say as I cross my arms. "I doubt you could do it."

He did them alright. I wanted to die. His eyes became angelic and full of pure love and innocence. I wanted to hold him like there was no tomorrow. Just touch his warm skin, cuddle endlessly in his arms, whatever I had to do just to comfort him.

"You are good," I whisper.

"I know."

I shove Johnson jokingly just in time for the Friday Night Boys to finish their song and strip their set. Eye Alaska was up next and I got to meet their lead singer Brandon. He introduced himself quite amicably. One arm curled around my neck while the other gripped Johnson's neck. I smelled apple.

"Where's the party at people?" Brandon asked smiling.

"The party starts when I get on the drums," Johnson says as he rubs Brandon's head. "Siobahn this is Brandon Wronski, the singer to Eye Alaska. Brandon, this is Siobahn. We recently became very close friends."

"Dude. I have noticed the interaction," Brandon says. "You lucky guy you! And just so you know Siobahn, the party starts when the ladies hear my voice."

I watched Eye Alaska kill it on stage. They were amazing and full of energy. I knew right away Brandon was a caring guy with a bit of a jokester side to him. Their set finished and The Cab were next. I watched Johnson set up his drum kit while the guys tuned their guitars off stage. I watched from the sidelines as girls were pushing each other just to get closer to the stage, mainly pushing towards the direction where Marshall's keyboard resided. Ugh. Ari shoved for the front and center spot where Singer would sing down to the masses of blondes, brunettes, redheads, and multicolored hair dyed females. It was like survival of the fittest. It was a terrifying scene. It got worse and severely hot once the guys got on. Those guys had some major energy coming from somewhere and it grabbed me in its tendrils. I actually started bobbing my head to the music, more to Johnson though. His drumming has got to be one of the best things I have ever witnessed in my life. He made silly drumming faces that made me keep laughing their whole entire set. One thing I did notice was whenever Marshall flipped his hair, a surge of screams crescendo off the walls of the venue. The girls closest to him even swayed with the flip. It was really creepy yet fascinating. Almost like a cult of followers...

I'm Your Getaway... Ch.3 [Alex Johnson]

(So who wants to make me a sexy ass banner of Johnson?)

So Siobahn," Marshall starts to ask. "Are you single?" Johnson looks up at Marshall and sneers. He almost maybe even growled.

"Yes I am," I mumble as I begin to work my magic.

"That's surprising. A very beautiful girl like yourself is usually taken up pretty quickly."

"Well, I am plain hard to get. Plus I don't take bullshit from anyone. I'm a rough chick."

"Have any potential lovers on your list? Maybe some guys here at the show?"

"My list was blank at first but it has the number one spot currently occupied."

"Oh? And who might that be?"

"You know him, but that's the only details you'll get."

At those words, I glance up at Johnson and smile goofily. Of course Singer catches the eye exchange and starts making kissy noises. Cue to two other males standing up and acting out what is supposed to be Johnson and me.

"Oh Johnson!" Cash flutters his eyes. "You make me so happy with your long hair and pretty eyes. I- I think I love you!"

"My beautiful Siobahn!" Bryan boasts loudly. "How I love you so! Come to me and let us look into the sunset!"

"OH!" Cash runs to Bryan and holds him. "Oh Alexander!"

They let go of each other and laugh. Johnson rolls his eyes and starts to twirl his drumsticks as he blushed and whispered in Singer's ear. I noted Singer's shocked facial expression before he turned to me and smiled nervously. Something is up. Marshall stiffened under me so I hopped off and sat by Johnson.

"Wanna feel me up again to get warm?" Johnson jokingly says but shoots death glares at Marshall.

"Ha-ha no. But I might go for another smoke outside."

"I'll come with you. Even though I'm trying to quit. Bad habit I need to break."

"If you quit, then I'll quit."

"Deal! We start now. Give me your cigarettes."

I pouted as I handed him my hard pack and watch as he tosses them with his pack into the garbage can.

"Want to go for a walk? Maybe find something to eat around here?" He asks casually.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I pretend to look at him seriously.

"Yes I am. And I think a majority of the guys would agree with me if you said yes, right?"

"Aye aye Captain!" Singer shouts.

"Yep!" Cash salutes.

"Heck yeah!" Bryan says.

Somehow, Marshall mysteriously disappeared from the room. I felt much better, but then yet it felt like he was still close by.

"They probably opened doors by now and the Friday Night Boys are already set up so we should go now," Johnson says as he offers his arm. I gladly take it.

We started to walk out of the venue in silence. I didn't know what he was thinking but my thoughts were all about him. I wanted to know everything about him, from where he was born to the very size of his shoes. I couldn't help but stay close to him. Alex Johnson made me feel safe and secure, as if my very world rotated around him.

"Twenty questions," Johnson says. "I'd like to get to know you."

"I'll start. Where are we going?"

"Pizza joint down the block. Middle name?" He tucks a strand of hair away from his face: so cute.

"Elia. Born in what town?"

"Vegas. Um... are you attracted to me?" Johnson stops and asks. I gaze at him and smile.

"Of course I am. Or else we wouldn't be walking down the street together at such a close proximity."

"So very true," Johnson smiles and continues walking. "Favorite color?"

"I have two actually: black and purple."

The questions kept going back and forth. He asked the simple questions like favorite food and favorite music. But when we arrived at the restaurant, the questions got really personal and very deep. I ordered my favorite pizza: everything veggie with sausage and pepperoni. Johnson: meat lovers. We found a nice quiet corner in the restaurant and began to munch down on the pizza slices.

"So what do you want to do with your life?" Johnson asks.

"I'm majoring in public relations so I want to help manage bands. I just love music," I say as I take another bite out of my slice. "Hmmm, you have been asking me more questions than I have. It's your turn."

"Go ahead."

"Tell me about your past girlfriends," I say.

"There's nothing to really talk about in that area," Johnson says slowly. If I had blinked, I would not have seen the dark, yet sad look on his face. "They just come and go."

"Did one of them get hurt? I mean- I shouldn't pry into that but-"

"She was killed," Johnson blurted out. "The police found her body in the desert. Apparently she was mauled by a pack of coyotes or something. I should have been there for her."

"I killed one of my ex boyfriends," I said quietly. "It was self defense though."

"Really?" Johnson asks while cocking his head to the side. "What happened?"

"First, he tried to slip me the date rape cocktail. I saw him put it in so I 'accidently' dropped it all over him and his new Nike kicks. Then he drove us off a back road and attempted to rape me. I punched him hard in the face and got out the car. Eric- that's his name- got out the car, grabbed a branch and swung it into my back. I fell and he got on top of me, trying to rip off my clothes. I grabbed the nearest thing around me which was a sharp rock, and rammed it into his head. He died of brain damage at the hospital that same night. His parents blamed me but I defended myself. I don't regret what I did. It was protection. My protection."

Johnson's warm hand covered mine across the table and his facial expression softened. I turned into an oozy-gooey puddle of mush when he did that. I never had a guy just touch my hand like that, nor look at me that way. Alex just gazed straight into my eyes; he didn't blink, neither did his eyes twitch. It was frightening but so mesmerizing. He calmed me. I wasn't sure how long we were in that position until I heard his cell phone vibrate. He simply picked up his phone with his other hand and answered to speak to the voice on the other line. He still stared at me. The thoughts in my mind were whirling.

"I'll be there man," Johnson says as he hangs up. "You ready to go?"

"Um y-yeah," I stuttered. "I'm going to the restroom real quick and freshen up and stuff."

I move out of the booth and quickly go to the restroom. My heart melted somewhere in my body. Johnson was utter perfection. I checked myself, washed my hands and dried them off. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Johnson is the guy I've been waiting for since I was able to understand what cooties meant. I took one final look in the mirror. Then I froze up. It was him. His eyes were dark and cold. His eyes roamed slowly down my body and back up again, smiling evilly the whole time. Then he spoke three little words that made my body scream to run.

"You smell divine."

MARSHALL.

I whipped around ready to attack him but he was gone. At the same time, a couple of knocks came to the restroom door. I opened it quickly and there was Johnson. As if he knew to come to the door at the right time.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

I had to reprogram my mind to answer him. It functioned a bit slower than usual. I walked out the restroom and closed the door.

"Are you okay?" Johnson growled. This time I knew he growled.

"I'm fine," I attempt to smile. "Why?"

"I... I just had a hunch," He said scratching his head yet looking around suspiciously. "You left the table very fast."

"What can I say? You make me nervous and giddy."

"Wow, giddy? I haven't heard that word since the beginning of time. But don't worry; you make me even more nervous. Ready?"

"Yeah. Let's get out of here."

All I knew was that there was tension in Johnson's mind; his hand on my back held me more protectively. Did he know what I witnessed in the restroom? Does he know something that I don't know? Every time I think about what -or who- I saw, it made me shudder. But Johnson held me closer to him. He must really like me or something. I noticed his stern face looking around the area as we walked back to the venue, but he always smiled when he caught my eye. His eyes sparkled whenever he glance me. Did I mention he is utter perfection?

I'm Your Getaway... Ch.2 [Alex Johnson]

"Aww, thanks!" He laughs.

"Oh my gosh! Did I say that out loud?" I cover my mouth. Cue embarrassment.

"Yeah you did. But I'm glad you said that. Made my day." Cue cute smile.

"Just forget what I said," I muttered looking down.

"Too late. I'm keeping that in my head for awhile. You shouldn't be embarrassed about it though. I'm glad that it was you that said that."

I smiled and looked away. Good thing I'm black and can't fully blush, although I did feel the heat rush to my face.

"So..." Johnson starts.

"So..." I say back switching the weight on my feet.

"Would you like to be my guest backstage?" Johnson asks while taking a hit from his cigarette. "You wouldn't have to stand with your sister in the pit and the best part: you'll be close to me."

"You want to feel me up, don't you?" I arch my eyebrow and smirk.

"Only if you want me to," Johnson smiles and stamps out his cigarette. "Or I could do the accidental brush up against the butt. Any one of those will do for me." He laughs.

"Well then, I'd be more than happy to. Thanks. But why me?"

"Maybe you caught my attention when you were smoking across the street from me. Maybe I'm just very curious about you. Maybe I like you because you're not freaking out about meeting me or any of the guys. Or maybe I'm very attracted to you." Johnson smiles shyly.

"Or maybe you still want to feel me up," I say smiling.

"Eh, maybe." Johnson looks across the street and rolls his eyes.

I glance across the street to see my sister hugging Singer enthusiastically. Ugh.

"She has her ticket already?" Johnson mutters. I nod my head.

"I'm going to have to sneak you backstage before she sees you or else she'll want to go with you. I have an extra pass so wear this at all times."

"You have warm hands," I blurt out. "You must be a good massager."

"I wouldn't know. I wish I could massage myself; cuz driving in the van gives me a crick in my back."

We start crossing the street quickly and quietly, avoiding my sister at all costs. We make it into the venue and into the dressing room. There was a nice long couch. I smiled and look to Johnson.

"Take off your shirt," I say to him. "Lay down on the couch."

"Wow, already to second base. Maybe even third base if it includes you taking off something."

"Yeah. My shoes. Now take it off now!"

"Ooo! I like it when you command me," Johnson says as he takes off his shirt. I did glare at his body and his toned drumming arms. "Enjoying the view?"

"Enjoying the tattoo actually. Lay face down."

He lies on the couch and stretches out like a white Siberian tiger, resting his head on his now rolled up t-shirt. I climb on top of his legs and rub to warm my hands up.

"So now you want to butt rape me? Can't blame you because I'm pretty hot," Johnson says laughing.

"Oh yes. I want to tap Johnson's ass!" I mockingly say.

I begin massaging his back, starting with a simple shoulder rub with the palms of my hands. Then I begin to gently pound his whole back with my fists of fury. I mentally note his smooth skin; I chuckle when he starts groaning about how amazing that felt. Little did he know I was about to do my signature boney elbow rolls on him. I press my elbows into his back and start kneading into his skin, laughing as he gasps.

"OOOW! That's your elbows?!" He shouts. "Is it bad to say I enjoy the pain you're causing me?"

I smile as I elbow his spine, lower and upper back, and shoulders. Finally, I return back to using my hands and fingers, simply kneading his skin and muscles then one more rub down. I reluctantly jump off his body and look down at him. He was sleeping! My mind went into evil mode as I kneeled down to his pretty sleeping head. Studying Johnson intrigued me. His roots were blonde yet somehow they blended into the black strands that cascaded around his face. He must have dyed it, I thought to myself. He has a very peaceful resting face. I move closer and then... BAM! Something warm hits my lips at record speed and then pulls back. I became dazed and confused until my thoughts and eyesight began to clear. Of course first thing I see is Johnson staring right into my eyes. Then everything pieced together: the small distance between our faces, the perfect eye contact. He- Johnson- just kissed me. I didn't know what to think of it. I was excited, nervous, surprised, a little pissed off (I thought he was sleeping!). All those feelings rushed to my head.

"I guess feeling you up is off the list," Johnson whispered. I couldn't even mouth the words.

"AND JOHNSON GETS ACTION ON TOUR!" A guy's voice says. "Hey guys! JOHNSON HAS MOVES!"

Enter the rest of the guys in the band. Curly hair cutie with a mole under his left eye: Alex "Singer" Deleon. Long brown hair with a pretty smile: Bryan Dawson. Short hair Mohawk man: Cash Colligan. And the guy who spoke the words with a swish of his hair and a birthmark in his right eye: Alex Marshall. Johnson sighed and got up from the couch, putting his shirt while I got off the ground and brushed myself off. When I finally corrected myself, I caught the glimpse of Marshall staring at me as if I was a piece of meat. I looked away to meet the guys.

"Sorry guys. My name is Siobahn," I say quietly. "Johnson invited me back here as a guest and I was just giving him a pre-show massage."

"And she is amazing!" Johnson says as he wraps his arm around my waist. "Siobahn got the van crick out of my back, and I feel unhinged to the very bone. She does this thing with her elbows... it's intense but it's awesome in the end."

"I'm next in line!" Singer shouts. "I mean, only if you are continuing pre-shows massages. Unless Johnson allowed you to feel him up expertly for his pleasure."

Singer laughs as Johnson chucks a water bottle at him.

"Hey," Cash sighs. "If one get's massaged-"

"WE ALL GET MASSAGED!" They shout together.

"I don't mind massaging your backs," I say. "If it'll help you all perform tonight, then so be it. But shirts must be taken off."

"She wants to be able to tell her sister that she felt us all up before the show," Johnson smiles while handing me a cold bottle of water.

"Who's your sister?" Bryan asks while checking his laptop.

"Ari. She was wearing the purple shirt saying 'Singer Got Soul' on the front and 'Singer Got Back' on the back," I say while opening the bottle of water. "Be careful being around her, Singer. She is focused on having you as my brother-in-law in the near future."

"Need not worry Siobahn," Singer says as he takes off his shirt and lies on the couch. "I have my girl in my heart and that's all that matters. I won't be THAT type of brother-in-law to you, but maybe in another way." He glances at Johnson who was checking his phone, then turns to winks at me.

So I get to work on massaging each and every band member. Singer had to be the boniest guy ever so the elbows rolls were actually hurting me more than it was hurting him. After the massage, he looked bewildered and happy at the same time. Next was Cash. He had to be the sweetest guy I have ever talked to besides Johnson. He seriously had great insight about life and what he wants to do in the future. I just knew I could be friends with him. Bryan was next and he is very long. I had to stretch out more to fully get to his shoulders but he appreciated the massage efforts. He never had a massage as detailed and deep as mine which made me smile of course. Finally, there was Marshall. I was quite reluctant to do the rubdown on him. There was something off. Being around him made me very uncomfortable, and I just couldn't put my finger on it as to why. After he laid a towel on the couch, he lied down and I climbed on top. He felt... cold.

I'm Your Getaway... Ch.1 [Alex Johnson]

*new side story- hope you like :)*

My name is Siobahn Weldon. I'm 20 years old. And I have fallen in love with Alex Johnson, a drummer and a werewolf... how my story begins? At a venue.

Don't you always get that feeling when you know you're being stared at? I have that feeling now. As I take a drag out of my Newport cigarette, I nonchalantly look at my surroundings, checking out some guys unloading instrument casings from their trailer and taking them into the venue. I bought tickets for my 14 year old little sister Ari to see her favorite band called The Cab for her birthday. She has a thing for the front man named Singer Deleon or something like that. Their music was actually not bad but I wasn't truly crazy for it. I inhale the smoke and hold my breath for as long as possible just to feel the buzz, closing my eyes and concentrating on counting. 1, 2, 3, 4... I slowly open my eyes and catch the culprit staring me down from across the street. He was cute from far away, had a bit of a rocker flare to him. He wore black skinny jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt, complete with a crisp black DC cap blending in with his dark black hair. He brought his hand to his lips for me to see that he was smoking a cigarette also. He looked away quickly. I exhaled.

"I got my picture with Marshall!" My sister runs up beside me, smiling brightly. "That's Marshall, Cash, and Bryan I got pics with so far. I'm so nervous to get one with Singer, but I can't find him anywhere."

"Oh?" I murmur and take another hit on my Newport, still looking at the guy across the street.

"Ugh, why do you even smoke Siobahn? You're gonna die from lung cancer at age 45. I learned that in school."

"Thanks for telling me," I mutter finishing off my cig. "That guy keeps staring at me."

Ari looks across the street and grimaces a bit. "Oh, that's Johnson, the drummer of The Cab. I never really liked him."

"How old is he?" I hear myself ask Ari. "And why don't you like him?"

"He's 20. Like you. He smokes. Like you. And he never talks to anyone. Like you. He's weird too."

"Like me too?" I grunt. "You want a picture with him?"

"I guess so. Looks like he's done with his smoking. Plus I want all the pics with the guys so I can show my friends tomorrow online. Let's go over."

We look both ways before we cross the street. I started to feel nervous as I approached this Johnson fellow. As we got close, I notice his eyes gazing straight at me, doing a quick flick at my sister before looking back at me.

"Hi Johnson!" Ari says sounding overly eccentric. "My name is Ari. This is my sister Siobahn."

He smiles at bit and shakes Ari's hand first, very quickly. He shakes my hand and holds it for a second longer than most handshakes. I smile crookedly and gently pull away. Okay, he was much cuter up close.

"Can I take a picture with you?" Ari asks smiling.

"Sure," He says quietly.

Ari shoves the camera into my hand and I quickly scold at the back of her head. Johnson notes my facial expression and quickly looks away, trying to hold the laugh that caught in his throat. Ari puts her hand behind his back awkwardly as he puts his arm lightly around her shoulders. I position the camera right and take the picture with a click. Ari quickly lets go of him and takes the camera from me to view the result. I look up at Johnson the same time he looks up at me.

"Would you like to take a picture too?" Johnson asks me while checking me out from head to toe. I felt weird and excited when he did that. I look at Ari and she glances between Johnson and me.

"Go stand beside him," Ari says. "I'll take the picture." No shit Sherlock.

So I timidly walk to stand beside him and he smirks as he gets a firm grip on my side, barely grazing my side boobage. I shuddered excitedly. I gently put my hand around his waist, and felt compelled to his warm body. If I had wanted to, I could have turned my head to the side and gently kissed his neck. Why am I thinking that now? Ari takes the picture and looks up at us both.

"You two would actually make a perfect couple," Ari say. "The chemistry is strong in both of you."

"Remind me to take all Star Wars movies away from you," I say, rolling my eyes. Johnson chuckles.

"Well obviously I'm telling the truth," Ari crosses her arms. "You're still holding him pretty tight."

I glance down to see that my sister was indeed right. Both our bodies were closer than usual when it comes down to meeting a stranger you barely know. I glance up at Johnson only to catch him blush a hue of apple red. I slowly let go of him and scratch my head. Awkward. Of course, my sister wasn't done with the two of us.

"Good thing you're single, right Siobahn?" Ari smirks. "She has a thing for guys with long hair and musical experience."

"Siobahn has good taste then," Johnson says while leaning on a wall, glancing at me smiling. "I'm lucky to be single myself. Gives me a chance to think and see what I've been missing out on."

"My sister has been thinking for a year now. Her last boyfriend was a total jerk. Only wanted her for one thing..."

I cannot believe she said that. I'm going to kill her. Seriously. Then Johnson saves me.

"Hey, that looks like Singer over there. Maybe I should go help him-"

Ari whips around. "It's HIM! Eeeek! Be right back Siobahn!" She runs across the street.

"No offense but your sister is a bitch," Johnson says quietly. "That was really rude."

I grunt. "She's the smartass in the family. I'll bop her when we get home. She is so lucky this is her birthday gift."

"Oh, so you didn't come for me? I'm hurt," He says as he mockingly pouts. I smile. This guy is really funny and cute.

"I'm sorry," I pout back. "But will you smile if I say I like your drumming skills?"

"Of course!" He smiles. "So... you're name is Siobahn, you're single. Hmmm, how old are you?"

"Twenty. So... you're Johnson, you play drums; you're single and 20 years old too. Only difference is you have drums to pound on. I have fingers to tickle the ivories."

"Piano player?" Johnson asks. "You don't like Marshall then?"

"No. Never even met him. I've seen his photo but he looks too clean to me. I like a guy rough around the edges."

"Hmmm..." Johnson nods as he pulls out another cigarette. "Do I look rough enough?"

You're perfect, I say to myself.

His Amber Eyes... Ch.14

Okay... so I've just been kidnapped by a vampire wanting revenge for being turned into a creature of the night. This Jersey fellow has just taken me to what seems like the bachelor pad version of a warehouse. And I have two guys -one human and Jersey the vamp- staring at me. I should have went to Cat's place.

"So..." I start out saying with a smile.

"Amber, right?" The human guy says while eating a vegan burger, still staring me down with his glasses.

"Yeah..."

"I'm Andy, this is Jersey," he points to the vampire with the snake bites. "The other guys you probably saw there -Patrick's the chubby guy, the guy with that fro was Joe, and then you know Pete.

"I know. He kidnapped me from Wi- Demetri," I answer back.

"I don't mean you any harm," Jersey raises his arms in surrender. "This is all Pete's plan."

"I understand why he did it... I mean after all, Demetri forced it on him to become a vampire. I saw it. I was there."

"YOU WERE THERE?!" Pete's angry voice rises from behind me. "You saw me get bit and you didn't STOP IT?!"

I turn around from where I stood and studied each guy. For one thing, Joe indeed had a huge fro. Riotous curls escaped from his head to his sides on his head. The chubby guy Patrick had glasses with a trucker hat on. And Pete had jet black hair with skinny jeans on. No shirt. Just multiple amounts of tattoos everywhere.

"First off Petey or whatever you're name is... Don't scream at me like that! I don't appreciate it. And secondly, I was just a human when I witnessed the biting. What could I do? Run down the stairs and stop Demetri from turning you? If you haven't realized by now, I am just partially vampire. I can barely do anything. I can only control the thoughts in my head from Demetri."

"Well your fiancee has it coming! Because I have a special pack of guys to destroy him," Pete smiles evilly.

"Right now, I don't care what you think about Demetri. But what group of vampires can stop the most powerful vampire in this town honestly?"

"Who said anything about vampires?" Pete replies with a smirk. "I'm talking werewolves."

"W-w-werewolves?" I sputter out. "They exist too?"

"Demetri never told you about werewolves?" Patrick asks quietly.

"No, never!" I exclaim.

"Well they do exist," Joe says while cleaning a Star Wars bowl. "We would give you a lesson but they know their history best."

"Why don't we introduce them to you?" Pete smirks again and turns.

And one by one, different guys appear from the top of the stairs. The first guy had fiery red hair and a piercing in his bottom lip.

"Travis Clark the leader," Andy says.

The second had curly brown hair with glasses, yet seemed timid and quiet.

"Drew. Most deadliest in the pack, yet the quiet ones always are."

The third guy had short hair and a sparkling look to his eyes, yet they stopped when his eyes were on me. I know him from somewhere...

"Cash Colligan. Pretty nifty tracker," Patrick says.

"You're from my brother's band," I whisper. "How can he not know you are a werewolf?"

"He does know-" Cash starts.

"-because he is one," An all-too familiar voice finishes.

I look up at the top of the stairs and see MY TWIN BROTHER. My own flesh and blood is a werewolf. Why is this not registering in my mind? He looks the same, hair swept to the right, simple black vest and white v-neck shirt, skinny jeans... the same twin brother I've always known. Except now he's a werewolf.

"You can't be serious! Alex?!" I shriek.

"Yeah," My brother comes down the stairs. "Your brother is a werewolf. I got bit by Cash awhile back. Just started wrestling after one of the concerts then the moon came out. It was all a blur after that. Eventually I woke up a little sore and in the van going to the next destination on our tour. As night got around, I felt sick and next thing I know, I'm growing tufts of hair and smelling more than usual, bones just creaking and moving... The guys helped me with what I'm going through and I've accepted it."

"You have no idea how many times I've apologized to him," Cash says as he pats my brother's back. "But I'm glad he's part of the pack."

"We're all glad he's part of the pack," Travis Clark looms close by. "At least Cash made the right decision to have your brother join the right group."

"What are you trying to say?" I ask him.

"You have made the worst choice in your life! You choose to go vampire! But Not just any vampire but the top vampire in this city wants you!" Alex screams.

"And how is this my choice? You didn't have a choice once Cash bit you! And look at you! You accepted being a werewolf. I accepted being turned into a vampire and you can't change my mind."

"It's not like we could change your mind anyways," Travis says. "Once a vampire finds his other half, it's over for the human. The human sees their true lover's color in their eyes and they immediately become their betrothed. However, there is a problem. Has Demetri drank all your blood yet?"

"No. He has only bit me twice," I say. "By third bite I'll be fully a vampire."

At those words, Alex and the others quickly clenched their fists together and grimaced at the thought of me being fully vamp.

"Well some of the damage has been done but not enough," Travis ponders. "Because one thing, you still smell human but you have the hint of vampire smell which is disgusting. Boys, our goal is to keep Amber from Demetri as long as possible. Once we kill him, she shoulod be better."

"Whoa wha! You are not killing my fiancee! I shout.

"Oh, but we are!" Alex says. "Once we kill him, you'll feel really sick but you'll heal up in time. Because if you were fully vampire, you'd die with him and I don't want to witness the death of my twin sister."

"I want my revenge!" Pete shouts. "He will die one way or another."

"Alex," I plead with my eyes. "Don't let them kill him. Please."

As i started to plead with my brother, I found a warm hint of blood in the air. Sweet delicious blood. The pulsing blood sound and the drift of that captivating blood was coming from Joe as he chewed on some toast. I didn't notice my body slowly and seductively walking towards him. My mind was only on his beating heart and the rush of blood pulsing through his veins. His throat looks heavenly... Then all of a sudden, I went into attack mode when Drew and Travis blocked my view from my hunger pang. As I lanuched myself towards them, a strong pair of hands gripped my arms and threw me onto the couch.

"Amber, you must calm down!" Cash struggles with me. "Alex, hold down her legs! She's farther along than I feared. Now she is craving blood."

"LET ME HAVE A TASTE! I WANT HIS BLOOD!" I shout.

"Amber, Amber... shhhhh... it's me Alex," He purrs into my ear. Calm down sister. I'm here for you."

At once I calmed down and started crying.

"I smelled Joe's blood. It was so overwhelming and empowering me. I want blood Alex."

"This is worse than I thought," Travis says. "But we can't attack tonight. He'll expect us to be out there for him. We make a plan after we rest. Plus we need all the info we can get about the mansion security from you Amber."

First, I'm craving blood. I've been kidnapped. My twin brother is a werewolf. And now they want info on how to kill William. Did I miss anything?

His Amber Eyes... Ch.13

I am not in the mood. At all. If I had the chance I would kill William. Okay... I wouldn't but thinking about it makes me happy. Being stuck in my bedroom basement is not fun at all. Especially if your future vampire husband is staring at you, trying to get you to smile and be happy as if nothing happened three nights ago. That's right. I was out for three nights after he bit me. Just thinking about how he bit me made the bite marks on my neck sting. My senses were more heightened, and a certain male was trying to pry into my thoughts but to no avail. The only thing I could truly focus on was the mirror in my room as I sat on my bed. It was odd to see this beautiful female with pale skin and blood red lips looking back. Just one more bite to go.

"Are you even going to look at me?" William asks. "Can you at least move so I know you're listening to me?"

After the last bite I'm going to be a full vampire, another special pale seductress of the night. I want it but I want someone to know. I want my brother to know. But how.... why didn't I think of my friend? CAT!

"I'm going for a walk," I say as I get up. "And stop trying to get into my thoughts. You'll only be disappointed."

"You're not going anywhere until we talk," William says as he walks to the door. "Where are you going?"

"Well I'm not going to see my brother if that's what you want to know. I'm going to see my friend Cat."

"That's probably half a lie, but she's safe I guess. Why are you going?"

"To get away from you."

"Amber, I'm trying to apologize but you won't listen to me! Don't get stubborn."

"You can have your goons follow me all you want since I don't have my phone," I roll my eyes as I get my jacket.

"Well here it is," William hands what is supposed to be my T-Mobile phone.

"William, this isn't my phone...It's a Blackberry! And it doesn't even have my family's numbers in it."

"I took the liberty to add all of the vampires' numbers and all my emergency contact numbers to it. Just to be safe."

"Well in that case... don't wait up," I toss the phone onto the bed and go up the steps to my kitchen and grab my keys.

To feel and smell the night air was so refreshing to me. I walked down the street and heard kids playing in their rooms, young adolescents slurring their words as they tried their first bottle of vodka, and parents screaming at each other over nothing in particular. It's the city life. There was something else in the air that tickled my throat just a little. It was a warm taste... very inviting and hypnotic. I'm not sure what it was but I know it will nag me. Of course I can sense two of William's guards tracking me just to make sure I arrive at the appointed place. Quite annoying I say. I pass by Delilah's shop and see her working to put some new clothes onto hangers and rearranging props to different areas of the store.

"Well," I say to myself. "I haven't visited her in awhile."

"That's for damn sure!" Delilah responds as she comes over to the door and looks me over. "It seems your transformation is almost complete, and yet I sense some agitation. Come on in and explain."

"Okay. It's just that Willi -Demetri- is very controlling. He won't let me tell my brother what is to happen to me," I say as I sit over by the cash register. "I rather have my brother know who I am than keep it away from him and face the consequences."

"That is quite true," Delilah says as she leans onto the counter. "But you'll be giving away an ancient secret to a human. I say rebel against my son. It might piss him off but you'll get even with him."

"Unfortunately, he took my phone and has his guys track everywhere I go. I'm really supposed to be at my friend's house."

"Is she human?" Delilah asks quietly.

"Last time I checked," I laugh to myself bitterly.

"You might not want to go tonight. Your hunger might overtake you."

"My hunger? William made me a chicken salad so I'm full. I think he found bad meat for something just to make me listen to him though."

"The meat wasn't bad and I'm not talking about that hunger, darling. Your OTHER hunger."

I look at Delilah and realization poured all over me. That scent in the air while I was walking. It isn't just any scent. It's the scent of real vampire food. The scent of a warmth that pulsed through every humans veins. The scent of blood.

"Oh... You are right. I'm beginning to smell them."

"Which is why I didn't want you walking to your friends in the first place," the persona of Demetri appeared in the doorway. "I knew it would come to that."

"Oh GOSH!" Delilah exclaims. "Can you just leave her alone for just a second?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I muttered.

"Not until she carries this phone around with her at all times. I can't have my wife walking around the streets, partially human and craving blood. Only until after the wedding and I change her completely," Demetri explains.

"And when is the wedding?" I ask while folding my arms.

"Three nights from tonight. I was trying to explain it to you-"

"THREE NIGHTS?!" Both Delilah and I exclaim.

Just when I was about to strangle him, the door slams open to four guys, two of them looking vampire, but one looking familiar...

"You changed me into a vampire against my will!" The guy exclaims. "You're going to pay."

Oh my... it's the guy I witnessed getting bit by Demetri on the street. In the same area.

"Oh really Peter! Is all this ruckus necessary?" Demetri waves his arms around. "And you brought a snack for me? I knew you'd be powerful enough for my clan."

"Who said we're your food supply?" A slightly chubby guy with glasses on asks. "I should kill you right where you stand!"

"Shut up Patrick!" Peter growls. "You took the only thing I had to live for, and for that... I'm taking something that you can't live without."

"And what would that be, young chump?" Demetri polishes off his golden-tipped cane.

I only catch the glimpse and shift of Peter's eyes landing on me before being grabbed by the unidentified male vampire and swung over his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN DAMMIT!" I shout.

"Don't you dare-" Demetri voice shouts before its cut off by a crash in the store.

"Jersey, take her now!" Pete shouts. "Patrick, Joe, take down the guards! I'll deal with Demetri!"

The rush of wind picked up around my head as swiftly went through the night sky. Where the hell am I going? Why am I being kidnapped? What is going on???

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His Amber Eyes... Ch.12

I'm kind of scared to become a vampire. I mean, come on! I never expected for vampires to exist in the first place. But now that they do exist, I am actually scared to become one of these mysterious creatures of the night. Reading stories about their seductive ways, not being able to see themselves in a mirror, and turning into bats... William has been helping me understand the ways of a vampire. It's been two days and a lot of history books on vampires. But for one thing, they never turn into bats.

"No small bats?" I ask.

"People believed that we could turn into bats," William says while sitting on my bed. "The thing is, bats just love us. They love to be with us. In a way, we all have a special bat for each vampire in our world. Mine's name is Waldo."

"Waldo? HA! Where is Waldo?"

"Reason why I named him that. He likes to disappear and play hide n seek. Bats love us because we are like them, in a way."

"So I have a bat?"

"She'll discover you once you turn full vampire. She is probably traveling towards here now. It's like a signal in her mind to come when the time is right. Most likely my bat shall take interest in her as she will in Waldo. You have a name for her yet?"

"I'll think about it. What else is there to learn? Vampires can't walk in the sun, but able to see themselves in a mirror. A vampire couple is joined by the true color in their eyes. A vampire must suck a human dry unless they are their true love. Some get gifts if they are a couple. Blah blah blah! Too much!"

"I know, I know!" William laughs scooting over to my side of the bed, kissing my forehead. "It's a lot to learn but you'll understand all of it soon."

"I only hate the number one rule: never tell a human. I know my brother won't say anything."

"Not this again!" William sighs as he grabs a pillow and puts it to his head. "You just can't!"

"I trust my own brother for him to know the truth! He understands everything I know!"

"Marshall is a nice guy but not even Johnson told him that he's a vampire. He knows it's in the rules."

"I've made my decision William. I'm telling my brother," I say as I get my cell phone out.

I never thought I would ever be afraid of William or his Demetri persona. Never... until now. William no longer shown himself in front of me as he took my cell phone, slowly came off the bed, and stare me down.

"You are not telling him ever, Amber."

"I am telling my brother who I am and what I am going to be. Now give me back my cell phone."

"No."

"William! Give me back my cell!" I jump off the bed.

"No, I won't have you risk the existence of the vampire world."

"Are you kidding me? Now you are just pissing me off. One last chance to give me my cell phone back! Don't make me hurt you."

William gently slides my cell phone into his pocket and looks back up at me.

"I'd like to see you try."

I don't know what happened or how it even started but my aggressor lever became high. Somewhat uncontrollable. I don't believe I've ever been so angry in my life. I glared William down as a target, but he just casually leaned against the wall. I started my slow hunt to the point I was right in front of him. Then I pounced. He wasn't on the ground because he was on the bed, smiling. I smiled back evilly. I turned for the door and almost opened it only for him to slam the door back.

"Let go of the door! William!"

"Amber, you need to calm down. You're just tired. We'll talk about it tomorrow!"

"No!" I push him halfway across the room.

Now I've done it. William looked up at me with fierce golden eyes as he swiftly grabbed me and pinned to the bed. I struggled with all of the strength I had but I was stuck.

"GET OFF ME!"

"There's only one way to calm you down. I really did not want to do this now but I must," William says.

He quickly leaned in and bit my neck. This time it hurt inexplicably. The pain seared down my neck to my shoulder. I screamed until I couldn't scream anymore. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I just knew that when I woke up, I was not going to talk to William. Period.