my boyfriends a vampire

teri's no good with boys how will she be with dead ones?

 

I was taking a shower, scrubbing hard trying to get rid of the rejection. It was useless really. If only the rumors would fade…boy-phobia?  I didn’t hate guys, I just didn’t know how to talk to them and they didn’t make it any easier.

 

“Not bad!” it was chuckled out.

 

Huh, startled I peeked out to see a guy about my age flipping through a bathroom magazine. “Who are you and how’d you get in here?” I said hiding behind the shower curtain.

 

“Me?” he looked around questioningly, then snickered. “Well, I’m Gregory and I guess you could say I got in here with my magic powers.

 

“Magic...” I scoffed “you mean the craft of breaking an entry, or are you a magician, if so disappear.”

 

“Huh, no.” he smiled ignoring my last comment, “I’m a vampire.” He said flatly.

 

“A vampire, sure I mean who wouldn’t believe you!”

 

“Seriously”, he smiled coyly.

 

I decided to humor him for a while, “ok so let’s say I believe you, what you want with me?” My sarcasm kicked in, “no, let me guess…you want to suck my blood.” I said in my best Dracula voice, it was pathetic really.

 

“No, at least not just yet.” He joked; at least I hope he did because I suddenly got the urge to grasp my neck. “You know, I’ve been watching you.”

 

Ok so he had my attention. “…and what so special about me” I said turning off the shower and grabbing a nearby towel in a trance like state.

 

“Well…you’re beautiful, inside and out…”

 

“Wow! I guess it doesn’t matter if a guys alive or dead, he’ll still say anything to get what he wants.”

 

He giggled sweetly, “Is that what happened tonight?”

 

Ouch. I frowned, “You saw that?”

 

“I tried my best…not to harm him. I decided following you would be wiser.”

 

He changed the subject, “Tell me, are you this difficult with everyone or am I special in some way.

 

Every so thankful I said, “Well, if it pleases you, you can call yourself special, yes!”

“Well aren’t you a pleasant little thing.”

 

“So you’re a vampire…”

 

“Yes” he said bored his eyes drifting around the hideously pumpkin colored room.

“Well, Silvia Brown says vampires don’t exist.” I said, yet again doubting him.

 

He countered “well, the other vampires and I like to think that Silvia Brown doesn’t exist.” He said mocking my words.

 

I laughed, “A humorous vampire, now that’s different.”

 

His eyes flared. He looked shocked; for once I had given him a solid response.

 

“So you said you didn’t want my blood at least not yet. Why?”

 

He was silent for a while, then he said, “I seek a mate, that’s you and I don’t wish to take, or rather turn you till you willing…to be with me.”

 

I stared stupidly unable to speak. “I…I don’t think I want to be turned. If there are vampires then there’s surely to be vampire hunters?”

 

He nodded and then added, “But don’t believe everything you see on TV…I’ve got a lifetime and then some to wait for you, until then let’s get to know each other.

 

“Oh great, I got myself a stalker vampire.” I turned to get my clothes and when I turned back he was gone.

 

It didn’t make sense, this wasn’t me, and for one thing I wouldn’t be so calm talking to a guy in just a towel. This had to be a dream. Something about him made it easy his “magic powers” I guess. Why me? Sometimes looking in the mirror I thought why bother, and now the first considerate boy to come up to me in a while is in a matter of speaking dead…I stood there pondering my thoughts, was what just happened real?

 

The next few days lead me to believe I dreamt the whole thing up, no visits from him and all. Let’s not kid myself he was rather handsome with his jagged brown hair, emerald green eyes, chiseled face, haunting smile, and slimly built figure. One day when I found myself thinking about him, he appeared. I was out side throwing out the trash when I closed the lid he was there. I jumped back looking to the ground.

 

“Startled?” he asked.

 

I was, but I wasn’t going to admit it, besides I’m pretty sure he knew it. His eyes told me he was reading me like a book.

 

“You were doubting yourself, weren’t you?”

 

He knew my secrets…I turned to him and our eyes locked and for a moment I wanted it, I wanted us. No what was I thinking? I quickly told him I had to go hurried back inside, leaning against the door and pondered my thoughts.

 

“You okay, Teri” my mom asked worried.

 

I forgot where I was and it wasn’t in the safety of my own room. “Fine” I said “just tired.” I lied, heading towards my room.

Author's Note

first encounters

Reviews

[Lynx]

I think the way you wrote was very good, no grammatical errors, the flow was good and it was easy to read. But, it reads more like a teen flick rather than anything else, and very cliche... Very Stephanie Meyer, xD.

[Jessica]

I thought this was very interesting and detailed. Keep on writeing, I would love to read the rest!