Thomas Sydney is a vampire alone, having left the Cullens because of one of Alice's visions. Even he doesn't know what she saw, he just knows that the loner, and didn't belong in a family anyways. But can one girl change that? Who knows. What we do know, though, is that vampires don't mix well with humans... I tried to add the 7th chapter on friday like I promised, but it got rejected...sorry for the wait, this could take a bit since I don't know what's wrong with it...
The first chapter may be a bit slow, but I promise the story is going places that make it necessary. Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight world, but until the sequel (if there is one) the characters are mine mine mine all mine. Also - you review me, I'll review you. It's only fair :-)
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We stayed like that, me holding her up, her glowing purple, for what seemed like forever. In a few seconds her skin had changed to light blue calm and silver gratitude, with only an underlying tinge of confusion. She had pushed it to the back of her mind, assuring herself that it was just her head playing tricks on her.
If only it had been. If only I was still a normal boy.
She smelled so strongly when I held her – a bit fruity, mainly strawberries. Nothing I couldn’t I resist, but it was better to be safe. I set her back on the ground. “Thank you,” she said, smiling. The rest of the run went by like a blur. I had to remember to act human. I couldn’t sprint and save her every time she tripped – she wouldn’t have been hurt, anyway.
When we ran back to school, I stayed next to her the entire time. It wouldn’t be weird if I caught her at all now. We entered the parking lot first. Her eyes widened when she saw my Ferrari. “Ohmygod, ohmyGOD, whoheredrivesaFerrari? Oh, wow, that is so cool! Do you think it’s a senior or a junior?”
“Actually, a sophomore.”
“Wait – it’s YOU? You have a driver’s license already? God I am SO jealous! I only have my permit.”
“I actually only have a permit, too.”
She paused and looked at me. “So, you drive here yourself, and break the law every morning and afternoon?” Her face was frowning but her skin was gold, not only happy but amused. I decided to rely on her skin’s message.
“Yes.” I smiled and laughed, and so did she. We were almost at the locker rooms now. “Do you want me to drive you home?”
“YES! I normally take the bus so it’s not like my parents would drive me…ohmygod that’s really cool! Thank you!” I was so amused by her excitement. Her skin sparkled gold so brightly, I was almost surprised that everybody couldn’t see it. To me, she was a beacon of light.
I got changed into her normal clothes, and waited for her outside of the girl’s locker rooms. Girls take so long to get changed.
Ellie finally bounced out, her hair brushed, make up reapplied, looking gorgeous. I smiled at her, and then looked at her skin closely. There was a tinge of light pink…but the words formed, “He’s so nice. I think we’re going to be good friends!” In my mind I reminded myself that I was not attracted to a human and probably was not yet even really a friend. I had known her for only a day.
We climbed into my car, and she looked like she belonged. She really ought to have been living in Malibu; she ought to have been surrounded by beauty and sun.
I eased out of the parking space, and then accelerated down the road. Her skin turned purple – shock – as she watched the speedometer rise above 100 mph. I laughed, “I like to drive fast.”
“Umm, yah, I think you could say that!” The purple turned gold again, but there was an underlying feeling the color of a bruise. She did find my driving a little worrying. “Were you, like, a race car driver or something before you came here?”
“Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”
“You caught me.”
She laughed, and just said, “please don’t crash”, still smiling. I sped up a bit, and revved the engine. Now the worry was gone. Was it normal for a human to be so carefree? I really had no idea.
We were at her house soon. Ellie looked at her watch, and was shocked again. “Oh my god! That was five minutes! My house is supposed to be 15 from school!” I smiled at her. “Thanks for the ride, Thomas.”
“Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow? It’s on the way to school from my house.”
Her skin turned almost black. What had I said that could make her afraid? “Umm, thanks for offering, but no, I don’t think my dad would like that. Bye!” I still didn’t understand where the fear was coming from. What would her father do?
She was in her house before I had time to ask her about it. It was a pretty house – White clapboard siding, dark blue shutters next to each window, and a perfectly manicured lawn with two square shrubs on either side of the door. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t that small. I drove away still wondering what fear could be inside that innocent-looking house.
I was at my own house very quickly – I had been driving at almost 200 mph – but it looked almost scary now. It was more than twice as big as Ellie’s house, made out of stone and wood with a dark finish. It was surrounded by dark woods, and looked like the kind of place where fear should live. Well, it was – a vampire lived here.
I drove to school early the next day. It was odd – normally I dreaded school and wished there some other way to blend in in the community. But today, I was looking forward to seeing Ellie again. I waited for her in the parking lot, but she didn’t arrive before the bell rang, and I wasn’t in her first class. I had no idea when – or if – she had come to school. I didn’t pay any attention in English – I just worried about her the whole time.
I didn’t see her until the end of third period, when I passed her in the halls. She waved high to me, but couldn’t stop to talk. She was, as usual, running late to her next class.
4th period went by quickly, and soon I was sitting with Ellie at lunch, and this time, it was what I wanted. She was just so interesting, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her. Most humans were so shallow, their lives were so short and meaningless, but she was not. She was smart and funny, and had a promising life ahead of her.
Towards the end of lunch, she looked at my untouched apple. She was a bit worried. “Why don’t you eat anything?” She said. “You didn’t eat yesterday, either.”
My first reaction was to be surprised that she had noticed. She had been so busy talking, I thought she had been lost in her own world. I had to make up an excuse, though – I didn’t want her thinking I was anorexic. “I, umm…I eat a big breakfast, and then I snack throughout the day. Like, in-between classes I eat a granola bar or something.”
“Oh. That makes sense, I guess. Kinda weird, but you do look a lot healthier than anybody else here, so I guess it must work.”
Thankfully, just then a boy came up to us, ending her questions on my diet. “Hey, Ellie!” His skin was glowing neon green, but that dark pink and a darker green were present, too. They spelled, “I really hope she says yes. Please let her say yes. Please, please, please! She is so gorgeous…she just has to go out with me! What’s she doing with the new kid?” For some reason I didn’t like him. He was only interested in her for her looks. What a shallow child.
“Oh, um, hi, John.” Her skin glowed orange. He was annoying her. Good, she didn’t like him either. “I was just trying to make Thomas feel at home here.”
“Well, um, I wanted to talk to you. Err, alone?” He looked pointedly at me.
I didn’t like him and didn’t want him alone with Ellie, but she sighed, turned to me, and said, “Catch up to you on the way to History?”
“Yeah, okay. Bye.”
A few minutes later, Ellie was next to me again. Apparently John had asked her out…for the fourth time. For the fourth time, she had gently let him down.
The rest of the day went by quickly. Painting was, once again, a boring lecture, and then we had U.S. History together. No debating this time; we watched a slideshow on a battle.
Looking at the pictures, I could hardly help but gasp – I knew these scenes. I knew exactly when and where they were, as well as many of the soldiers’ names – because I was one of them. Almost every picture, I could find my face somewhere in the ranks.
That was the worst history class ever – I couldn’t pay attention, couldn’t think clearly, for the fear that somebody would look a little too closely at the photos.
Finally, class ended and it was time for track. Since it was a hot day – although strangely (an luckily) very cloudy, most of the runners weren’t wearing shirts. Claire Sonner, something of a “queen bee” in our grade, approached me, her skin entirely a dark pink.
She smiled and looked up through her eyelashes at me, and then said, “Careful, I might have to arrest you!”
“What?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Well, I see you’ve got two guns and a six-pack there…” She smiled slyly, and reached a hand out to touch my biceps.
Suddenly understanding, I quickly stepped back, smirked at her stupidity, then turned and walked away.
Ellie, wearing only a sports bra and tiny, tight shorts, was laughing at my little encounter. “Shut up.” I growled, but I didn’t really care – I was too busy taking in her own faint but definitely existent set of abs.
“What? You didn’t want Claire’s attention? Well, you should have worn some more clothes, of course she really goes crazy over big muscles. Then again, almost all girls do!” She laughed.
“And are you one of said girls?”
“Me? Mmmmm… not really… call me crazy, but I go for the skinny guys. I mean of course a little bit of muscle is good, but lean muscle, you know? Body builders are gross. Oh, sorry, that’s probably way more than you wanted to know.” She laughed it off, but was blushing and clearly embarrassed.
I just laughed at her, and said, “I don’t really know what you’re talking about at all. Whatever, you could have just said that you don’t think I’m hot.”
Little lines of worry swirled across her skin. “No, no, I’m sorry! That’s not what I was saying at all! I mean, like… my type is more cross-country runner than football player. I’m not saying that football players aren’t hot, they definitely are.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I know that’s not what you really meant.” Not that she had actually answered my question or anything, though.
We were working on relays today. Ellie was not only fast in the mile, she was also an amazing sprinter; her team won, every time. She was so graceful when she was running on the track; she was like a gazelle.
I had trouble with the relays. I wasn’t sure of just how fast I should go; I didn’t want our team to lose, but it would look odd if I won by more than a few meters, especially since I was running against one of the fastest boys in track.
Practice ended with Ellie’s team winning the girls’ race, and mine second for the boys’. We walked back to the parking lot together. She hesitated, unsure of whether the ride home I had offered her was for every day, or just yesterday. “Drive home with me again.” I said. “Those buses are so slow, it would take you three times as long.”
She smiled. “Are you sure that it’s the bus that’s slow? I think that it might have more to do with how you’re fast.” Ellie turned the music on in my car. “Stop and Stare” by OneRepublic played over the speakers. “I love this song!” She shouted, turning the music the music up higher. “It’s my favorite!”
“ I like OneRepublic too, but I think ‘Come Home’ is their best!”
“Oh no, ‘Stop and Stare’ is definitely the better.”
“Well, personal preference, I guess…”
“No, it’s a fact. ‘Stop and Stare’ is just a better song.”
We argued the pros and cons of each song on the way home. It was amazing – I had only known Ellie for two days, and most of that time had been filled with arguing - yet we were already close friends.
When we got to her house, a short, balding man yanked open the door when he heard the music. Ellie’s eyes widened, and her skin glowed pure black. She smiled at me and said, “Thanks. Bye.” Before quickly getting out and running to the doorway. The man glared at me as I pulled out of the driveway, and then roughly pulled her inside.