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Hide and Seek

The question that most people have the answer to. Who am I? It was the question I intended to answer. One I know I have to. You know how, as a kid, you had great memories about riding your bike to your grandma’s house, where you would get a batch of warm cookies? Hmmm? Lucky you. I don’t have any memories. Not since I was changed into a vampire. I can’t even remember my own name. So, like any other living...no, that’s not the right word....like any other thing, I am curious. My friend, a nomad I met in my hometown, Burlington, named me Andrea Joyce Chourre, her mother’s name. It stuck with me, however, I did add my own special flare, I’m Andy, not Andrea. I push my Corvette faster, the trees and snow of Vermont only a blur. I don’t know where I am going, and I don’t know where to stop, but I will soon. Even with a Corvette, sleek, aerodynamic as it is, I still need gas. At least I know one thing, Forks, Washington is a long ways away.

Hey everybody, it’s Willie Jean here. The main character of this story will be introduced with their power in the first chapter, in case anyone wants to know who the person is, but at least this way you can get some background info on the character. Remember, reviews are appreciated, good or bad, we don’t care. We would like constructive critism, anything to help us with our first story. Thanks for reading!!!

1. Breakin' the Law

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I stopped at a gas station about 300 miles outside ofVermont.

I hated this, being in the public eye. I couldn’t wait until I was safe and sound in Forks. The place I had heard so much about.

As the humans walked past, I felt no need of temptation, one of the pluses to my power. It certainly helped.

So did the fact that my eyes weren’t the same. But I did have to be very careful with them. They were a curse as much as they were a blessing.

I’m an intense empath. Not the kind that can just influence people’s emotions.

No, I’m better.

Auras of color determined people’s feelings, and I could see them. But I could change their color.

Meaning, that I could change what they were feeling. I could change hate into love, or lust into...I dunno, something better.

But that’s not the half of it.

I’m a mind freak too.

Getting scared yet?

I can almost control what people do, just as long as it has to do with emotions or impulses, but most importantly, I could hear snippets of what they think, the reasoning behind their emotions.

Yeah, I know, I’d make a friggin’ awesome physciatrist.

But that’s beside the point.

There’s one drawback to my powers, a catch you would say. There’s always a catch. Always, just remember that.

My eyes.

I didn’t go into detail on them, ‘cause they suck. They change color depending on how I’m feeling. Nowadays, they’re changing constantly, making it hard to stay in one place for a while.

I’ve never been good at controlling my emotions.

Another drawback. I could help other people, but I couldn’t help myself.

The gas tank had been filled, and I stepped inside my car. I hadn’t named this one yet.

I pulled out, ignoring the gaping faces. In small towns like these, you didn’t see many Corvettes. I drove onto the freeway, I could see for miles, and there were no auras. No auras, no people.

I stepped the gas pedal faster and faster. The adrenaline was shooting. I loved this feeling. It helped with the inhuman impulses to go faster than necessary.

It was nearly as good as running, nearly. My trance was interrupted when I heard sirens. My first thought was Oh, crap. My second thought was Damnit! And you don’t want to know the third thought.

But like any good U.S. citizen, I dutifully, reluctantly, pulled over. The officer came up to the door, an exasperated look on his face when he saw my face. His first emotion was anger that slowly melted away into surprise and reluctance. Black to yellow to a soft blue.

He sighed before he spoke. “I’m sorry, miss. I clocked you at 200 miles. Would you like to see the radar gun?”

I smiled brilliantly as I looked at him, “No thank you, sir. I saw what I was going.”

Confusion passed his aura. Lime green was radiating off of him in all directions.

He stuttered before speaking again. “Uh, M-m-m-miss, may uh, I see your license and registration?”

“Of course, Officer.”

“Michael. I mean, you can call me Michael.”

“Michael then.” I said with a false smile plastered on my face. This ridiculous flirting was starting to get to me, but I was sure it was getting to him. His aura had pink tints in it, signifying embarrassment.

I pulled out my forged license and registration from my glove box. I smoothly handed them to, Michael. He took one look at my license and began writing a ticket.

Each time he wrote a word, his hand got slower and slower. His aura was getting to be a lighter blue with each word, till it was almost white when he stopped writing.

“I’m sorry, miss for all the trouble.”

“Please, you can call me, Andy. None of that miss stuff any more. And you certainly can’t call me Andrea. That’s far too formal.” I said, buttering him up.

He smiled, a smug smile. His aura matched his face. Neon orange. It hurt my eyes.

“Andy, then. Well, I’m sorry for all the trouble, you’re free to go.”

“Oh really?!” I said, too fake.

“Yes, just don’t tell anyone…” His aura turned pink with embarrassment, but also white with worry.

He was an open book. I held back my laughter.

"Of course I won’t tell anyone. But thank you for doing your job, Michael.”

“Yes, Andy. Maybe I’ll see you around?” His aura glowed gold with hope.

“I’m sorry Michael, I’m just passing through.” His face fell and his aura turned a deep, dark blue.

“Oh, well then, I guess this is goodbye.”

“It is.” I said sadly, but I waved my hand and rolled up the tinted window so I couldn’t see his sorry face anymore. And he couldn’t see my smirking face.

As I drove slowly away, I knew that all men were complete idiots.