Perfect By Accident

Perfect By Accident

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After two years of training for life as a vampire, Gregory (yes she's a girl) is pursued by the North American Regis as she is the only person who can dethrone her.
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After two years of training for life as a vampire, Gregory (yes she's a girl) is pursued by the North American Regis as she is the only person who can dethrone her.

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Greg finds out she is a vampire. Tylor is introduced.

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Submitted: March 16, 2017

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Greg

This isn't the life my parents wanted for me. They wanted me to do what I had always dreamed of doing, you know, as a child, no matter how unrealistic my goals were or how long they had to drive me to auditions. They were jubilant when I talked about my dreams, furthering my career and whatnot. I loved them deeply, they never discouraged me and they knew I could accomplish those goals. And I did with little effort. I'm sure none of us would have thought I'd accomplish them under these particular circumstances though.

Two years prior

I'm walking home from the library and sure enough red liquid starts staining my literature book’s pages. I put my hands to my left feeling. It's been a while week and my parents aren't freaking about my obvious big-toothed problem. Shouldn't they be more worried than me? I could have herpes for all they know. Yet today, they're no different. I walked in the house after [intentionally] letting the blood dry the rest of the way home. “Hi mommy,” I smiled ever so sweetly pretending not to notice. Mom zoomed right past, engrossed in her chores. “Hey baby. You might want to clean that,” her finger formed a circle over her own lips and she scrunched her nose at me. She was in the family room before I could dumbly rub my chin. “Hey baby girl,” daddy called from the dining room table. He's always reading that damned newspaper when I get home. “Daddy, it's blood.” He turned to look at me. “That your tooth again?” he actually looked a little annoyed. I hope it was about something in the paper. “I think so.” “Go clean yourself up and come back down, we’ll look at it.” And back to his paper. It seemed the last few weeks they couldn't care less if I had a stroke or something. I’ve been having flashes-cold and hot, I eat way too much, I even wanted the raw fish my mom was marinating for the next day’s dinner one night. I'm either restless at night or late to school because my parents couldn't wake me in the morning. Now I'm chewing through my own skin, and if I were my parents that would have been the last straw. Brandy and Victor (Greg’s parents)

As soon as Greg’s door shut I ran to Victor, “It's been four weeks, she's questioning why we're not worried, she has no idea.” “You really think we should tell her now? We can stick it out a little longer-” I wouldn't hear of it, my baby was losing faith in us, I knew she was starting to think we didn't care. Cutting him off I said “She needs to know now. If we let her think she's crazy or that we don't care she won't want to stay with us. She's already having suspicions and I want to be able to answer any questions she has from now on.” I pleaded with my eyes. My husband is the head of our family, the strongest, I wasn’t allowed to, and didn't want to disobey him. I just want Greg to know. “Alright, call Cornelia.” I practically hopped with excitement. Of course calling Cornelia meant he didn't want to say much in the matter, but we would need her help proving we aren't crazy anyway, and I couldn't imagine doing this workout her. Now that I know she's going through the change, I honestly can't wait to teach Greg. If she'll let me.

Greg

I did as daddy said and cleaned my face. How he and ma managed to get Cordelia to the house in literally two minutes was beyond me. “You don't have to look all scared now that Aunt Connie’s here, suga,” Cornelia practically purred at me. “Just didn't expect to see you. You must have left earlier.” “Not much,” she dropped her playful attitude. Suddenly I don’t want to be here anymore. “Come on and sit down baby, everything’ll be explained.” Well thanks ma but I just want my teeth to stop betraying me, aka cutting the hell out of my lips. Wait.. “Explain what?” “Sit down.” Daddy patted a chair. “Y'all are freaking me out. Why's everyone so serious all of a sudden? Why is Connie here?” I sat reluctantly across from them all. Why do I need explaining when I clearly only needed to visit the dentist. Or with all I’ve been feeling lately maybe even the hospital. Why is Aunt Connie here and acting as serious as dad? Aunt Connie isn't even my aunt, her blonde hair and pale skin pretty much gives her away. My skin is like my mother's, smooth and dark, like a Hershey bar. Daddy’s was like toffee or warm caramel. We all had the same kinky hair, but I relaxed mine every now and then. My eyes were darker but we all had brown eyes, including Cornelia. But I don’t know, if I am dying, shouldn’t my parents call someone blood related? Or with a medical degree? “Always wonderful to know I'm welcome love bug,” Connie cooed. “Gregory, Connie is here to help explain why your teeth are cutting you. And about the flashes, and sleeping or not sleeping, and about the raw meat cravings.” Mom said the last part with a look of uncomfortable uncertainty, but I still can’t believe they’re serious. “Does Connie have some sort of dental or medical degree in don’t know about?” I knew I was looking at them like they were delusional. Mom seemed hurt buy it but this really doesn't make any sense. “No, but your parents are still not prepared for their little girl to be growing up so fast!” Now Connie was beaming again. I can’t respond. I’m too busy staring at them in confusion when Connie finally opens her mouth again. With what she said I can’t believe how hard she was beaming at me. She was genuinely excited. My parents couldn’t look at me. They looked everywhere except at me and each other. Shame and guilt, and maybe even fear shown on their faces. Eventually Aunt Cornelia got them to explain why they didn’t want to say anything. Not all with the genes go through the change, and they were hoping I wouldn’t. They didn’t want this life for me, they wanted the life I had always wanted. I wanted stage lights and glamour. I wanted to sing. To be a household name. They believed in me and trusted me to make it happen. I had already been to auditions and a regular in school plays. I was studying drama at a theatre that was my town’s version of Broadway. I never knew why they didn't want me to live on the safe side like they had and just go to college to study for a regular job where I could be comfortable later. They wanted me to follow my dreams. But with this they weren’t sure I could. Having me as a daughter they wanted to know one of their family members could live normally. As humans do. They weren't trained properly and Cornelia had to save them. Now they all have to work together to train and prepare me. And they weren't sure they could. And that's what scared them. They said if I can't live my dreams after training was over they’d have failed me. And I can't believe this but my dad actually cried. Not one tear, but quiet sobs as he held his face in one hand. They didn't want me to be one. They hoped and prayed. Cornelia walked me to the bottom of stairs and explained a little more about my parents’ pasts, why they were so emotional. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t feel myself breathe. She hugged me, told me she loved me and told me to get some rest.

???

I went upstairs, I tried to brush my teeth but bit myself again and decided to rinse with mouth wash instead. Mint and metallic didn’t go together. I heard a tap on my room window as soon as I closed the door. Tylor must have something really important to talk to me about. He’s been scaling the back of our house since he was eleven, and he’s gotten much better at not making any noise. I opened the window and the first thing I saw was his smile. That boyish grin I loved so much it gave me a headache. He climbed in as I plopped on the bed. “Got something to tell me Greg?” I could hear the grin in his voice. Pause. Yes. I am a fifteen year old female. Yes. My parents named me Gregory Evan Daniels. Yes. I get weird looks in public. Yes, I expect to her and awkward, confuzzled silence when my name is called at graduation in two years. No. I have no idea why my parents named their baby girl Gregory Evan Daniels. Not. One. Clue. But back to the matter at hand, how the heck did Tylor know about my situation already? I just found out today and it’s my body. “What do you mean?” As if I hadn’t enough confusion for one day. God I need some chocolate. “Victor called, told me told me about you changing. I thought you might be with all that’s going on and especially when you started biting yourself, your fangs will be killer.” “Tylor, honey, tell me why my dad is calling you about my change? And why you seem so excited.” “Well, why wouldn't I be? I'd say it's about time Greg. Your parents wanted me to keep quiet unless they knew you'd be a vampire for sure. Everybody doesn't change. And a few days ago they had me on standby in case they thought you needed me.” I sat up and looked at Ty. I did need him. I always need him. Right now I need him to tell me I'm not alone. I couldn't bring myself to ask, I think I'm still in shock. But I didn't have to. “I haven't started the change yet, but it hasn't skipped anyone on either side of the family.” He smiled. He almost looked proud. I still only stared at him til he came towards my bed. I couldn't imagine going through anything without Ty. He was my best friend. My first friend. I learned his name before my own, I couldn't fathom not being able to confide in him. I was told not to tell any humans, so I felt more like I could breathe when I found out Ty wasn’t one. He kneeled in front of me to hug me and I brought him down on the bed with me. “I'm excited too G, but don't choke me I'm not immortal yet!” “Tylor why do you know so much already?” I let him up to breathe and looked in his eyes. His eyes always calmed me. They put me in a mind of those Hawaiian beach pictures. I've never seen Florida’s waters so blue. “My parents started teaching me rules, rituals, history and vamp life when I was twelve. It sticks longer and there's more room for physical training.” “Which I am nowhere near ready for.” “You'll be fine G. You can do a lot more than you give yourself credit for.” “I hope you’re right.” “G, are you losing weight?” “Oh God, don’t say that!” I covered my face with my hands, “do you know how long God made me wait for these curves?” “Yes,” He put his head in my lap, laying his body on the bed, “I'm the one who had to listen to you pray for them.” He's obviously in devil mode. I can't even look at him, he doesn't need the change to be beautiful. He was over six feet with silky fair skin, dark hair and blue eyes. He’d be seventeen soon, grown women already hit on him, openly. If I hadn't grown up with him I don't think we'd be in the same circle at all. “You know you look great right?” His mischievous smile was gone, he looked at me worried with another expression I didn't recognize. “I'm alright.” I covered my face again. He pulled my hands down. “Greg you're gorgeous. No change is gonna make you any different.” “Part of the change makes us look better. I'm obviously not pretty enough.” He wouldn't let go of my hands. I've always been sensitive about my looks, sensitive and critical. Tylor was the one I confided in but I really couldn't take his friendly reminders about “how beautiful I am”. “The change enhances our features. It's just gonna make it harder for people to take their eyes off you.” The boy is dead serious. If I didn't know any better I swear… “You're blushing,” the demon Tylor is back. His grin is just too much. Somewhere between freshman and sophomore year he went from plain old best friend to eye candy. He's still is only my best friend, he's just so gorgeous now. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming about him. I really can't help it. “Ugh, go away.” I pushed him off me and rolled into my side, facing the wall instead of him. “Nah.” He put his big head on my exposed side (my shirt shifted as I did), his hair tickling my skin. “I'm sleeping here tonight.” “We have school tomorrow.” “So I'll pick some clothes I left over here, or some you stole from me.” “Yes, stole, as in they're mine now. So you can't wear them.” “Alright. I just thought you liked the cologne I wear, it’d be all over the clothes again, but it's fine.” Oh honey, it was not the cologne. “Well wear what you want, but bring it back.” Tylor repositioned himself so he was laying on my pillows. I turned around to lay my head on his chest as I had many times before. I'm most comfortable here. Everything from his heartbeat to his breathing matched mine. And I loved it. I loved him. And not for the first time I'm thinking love him in a way beyond our friendship.


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