If you were to ask anyone, they would say that I might be anti-social, but other than that, nothing abnormal. There are days when I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs what and who I am. Keeping secrets is a real pain in the ass. There are times when I've come so close.....so very, very close to taking a life away. My thirst is never quenched, which makes my very existence a danger to humanity. Which is exactly why I never allow anyone to become involved with me in any way. Well, until now, anyways. But, among other things, persistency is ALSO a real pain in the ass. If you're willing to listen to my story, you'll see what I mean.
Tevin is....an interesting man. He never gives up and he doesn't know what the phrase "stay out of my life, you don't want to be near me" means. Joy. The thing about me is, I'm not a fucking mortal. Ofcourse I could never actually TELL him that, but it would've been nice for him to accept a simple "no". If only my life was that simple. I am exactly what the overly religious talk about. But it's not all hell-fire and damnation! I'm not all that bad....just extremely lethal. No, I'm not the Devil reincarnate...just one of his many slaves who escaped from the frito-smelling firey pits of hell. I'm what some would call "one of Hell's Angels". The down side of escaping from hell is the fact that you have this undying thirst for manslaughter, which, suprisingly enough, is against my nature.
Something I used to wonder was "How do you solve a problem like Tevin?" Well...I realized after a while that the question I was asking had no answer. You can't solve a problem like that. But you're probably wondering when the story's going to start. Here goes nothing.
"Hey Jackie......I'm Tevin...you're new here, right?" he asked, hope seething from his lips.
"What of it?" I replied coldly. I knew it was harsh but I had to get him away before I ripped his throat out.
"Oh...I just wanted to know if....you needed someone to show you around the neighborhood."
"I'm busy unpacking."
"Would some other time be better then? Maybe next week?"
I sighed. "Listen, if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away. I'm not the girl you want to be hanging out with, trust me." I glowered at him for a second, then turned around and grabbed my suitcase, and began walking toward my new home. I had just moved out of my foster parents' house because they were terrified of me, and, quite frankly, I don't blame them. I turned around and noticed that he was still standing there, staring with his jaw touching the concrete. "Why the hell are you still here?!" I growled. "I thought I told-" he cut me off.
"Hey, I know you're not that bad...and you're probably just shy. I want to take you to meet my friends! Tomarrow sound okay to you?" I sighed again.
"If I say yes, will you stay away from me after that?"
"No promises there." It did sound like fun and I hadn't gone out in a while.
"Fine...tomarrow at six thirty." I turned around and walked into my house and began unpacking the rest of my shit.