My Rose, Her Bear-Bondiggity's Challenge!

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I saw she closed the challenge, but enjoy anyway, was supposed to be a novel, but changed my mind, it's kinda long, so it's a longish short story. My song was When Your Gone by Avril Lavigne. Enjoy!

I’m Derek. I’m punk-emo and I’m a singer. I have jet black hair with side bangs and blood red streaks, electric blue eyes, tall, muscular, and pale. I’m also a Vampire. I have been since 1920 and it’s now the year 2009. I’m stuck at the age of eighteen forever. Lots of things have changed; technology, clothes, behavior, etc. You get the point. And I have to change my character a lot so I fit in somewhat. I’ve been in every state in the USA and many countries. I’m currently living in Seattle, Washington. I don’t have a coven yet, no one I’ve met shares the same eating habits as I do. I’m a vegetarian I only drink animal blood. I’ve left behind the unnecessary drinking of human blood decades ago. I don’t have any friends at school, I stay away from everyone, but I want to feel somewhat normal so I go to school anyway. I also dont want to get attached to anyone because of my past. One day everything will change for me.

Submitted: August 05, 2009

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Submitted: August 05, 2009



I grabbed my backpack from my car, a black 360 jet. I walked to the school with the usual girls drooling over me and the guys glaring at me with envy. And as usual a few people would try to talk to me and I would ignore them.

I walked inside and went to the table I always go to everyday while I wait for the bell to ring. I saw a girl sitting there, reading a book, The Princess Bride. I looked at her curiously. She was new and as I looked at her she looked up.

“Hello, did you want something?” She asked. I looked at her even more curiously. No one has ever talked to me like that, especially a girl. She rolled her eyes. I realized her beauty. She has long black scene hair, dark blue eyes, medium height, and a really nice build. “So?” She asked.

“It’s just, I usually sit here. No one ever sits here, so I was shocked.” I said, hearing my deep soothing voice ring. People looked over at me in surprise. Barely anyone knew what my voice sounded like. “Well, take a seat, the table is big enough for the both of us.” She said. I nodded and sat across from her, but a bit away.

I got out my I-Pod and plugged the earphones in my ears. I turned it on and listened to some of my favorite songs come out as I wrote down some poetry. She kept looking over at me curiously. “I always needed time on my own. I never thought I’d need you there when I cry” Avril Lavigne sang. I quickly changed that song.

I remember my girlfriend before I technically died, Miranda. She was so beautiful and we knew we would get married some day. But when I got changed, I couldn’t go to her. I remember watching her as she slept, mumbling my name and crying. I remember her coming home and sitting down at her desk or bed and crying. The thing I remember most is writing the lyrics to When You’re Gone by Avril Lavigne. Now, I know, go on thinking Avril Lavigne came up with the lyrics, but the truth is that Miranda did. But it’s not like Avril stole it. I saw Miranda burn the lyrics one night. But the thing to this story is that now every time I hear this song I get upset.

I looked at the girl; I didn’t even know her name. Don’t ask. She looked at me too. “What is your name?” She asked. I looked away. “I asked you a question.” She said. “I don’t talk to people.” I mumbled. “Well, it’s not polite, not responding to someone’s question.” She told me. I chuckled and looked at her. “Is that so?” I asked. “Yes it is.” She replied. I chuckled again. “And your name?” She asked. I looked at her. “My name is Derek.” I answered. “Well, Derek, nice to meet you.” She said, going back to her book.

“What is your name?” I asked. She looked at me. “I don’t talk to people.” She taunted me, going back to her book. I’ve never met anything like her before. “Well, it’s not polite, not responding to someone’s question.” I said, stealing her line. She looked at me and laughed. “My name is Leah.” She answered. I smiled at her and she went back to her book. The bell rang and I got up, putting away my I-Pod and grabbing my backpack. I left her behind to go to my first class, Advanced Language Arts. I’m a Junior this year and I decided to go to advanced classes, even though I knew everything they taught.

I saw Leah walk in as I sat down. She sat down in the front. I always sat in the back. I looked at her curiously. I looked down as she looked at me. When the bell rang the teacher looked at us. “Class, this is Leah, she has came her from Portland, Oregon. Make her welcome.” He said. “We also should have some other new students today, I don’t know where they are though.” He added. “Oh there they are.” He said, looking at the now opening door. I looked and inhaled in shock. Vampires, like me. Their eyes zoomed to me. “Class, this is James, Sophie, and Andrea. Make them feel welcome as well.” He told us. They came and sat near me.

The girl named Andrea sat by me on the left. She had long, black hair scene styled, bright green eyes, short, and a nice figure. She was beautiful, but not as beautiful as the girl named Sophie. She was breathtaking. She had long, blonde hair that was also scene styled, bright blue green eyes, slightly shorter then me, and a perfect hourglass figure. She sat to the left of me in the next row. She looked at me and blushed, then looked away. I smiled. The guy sat in front of me. He had short dark brown hair that was almost black with side bangs, bright amber colored eyes, muscular, and medium height. They were all pale like me.

I looked back over at Sophie. I heard the teacher talking as I stared at her. She looked over at me and she wouldn’t look away. I felt myself growing numb.

“Mr. Evans.” The teacher said. I looked at him. “What is a Metaphor?” He asked. We must be doing a review. “Comparisons that show how two things that are not alike in most ways are similar in one important way.” I replied. He looked at me. “And an example?” He asked. “She is a rose.” I answered. He raised an eyebrow. “Roses are beautiful. So she is a rose, beautiful. If you were to say it as a simile it would be she is as beautiful as a rose.” I explained. He nodded. “Good job.” He said, walking away.

I looked at her and she was blushing. I smiled at her. The work was so easy I could finish in five minutes, but I pretended to take twenty. When I was done I looked at Sophie. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I got my stuff together and soon the bell rang. I hopped up and left the room. I waited for her to get out. She left after Andrea and James, who I noticed were holding hands. She came out next to last and I walked over to her.

“Hello.” I said. She smiled at me. “Hi.” She mumbled. Her voice rang through my ears; it was beautiful. “I thought you didn’t talk to people.” Leah mocked me with a smile. I looked at her as she walked away. “Is that so?” Sophie asked. I looked at her and smiled. “Uh…yes.” I replied, not wanting to lie. People stared at me with surprise. “That explains all the looks you’re getting right now.” She said. I nodded.

“Maybe you got all that confidence from staring at me.” She taunted me. I felt myself blush slightly. “Well…I’m not shy, I just don’t talk to people.” I told her. “Why not?” She asked. “I don’t like to get attached…” I whispered. She looked at me curiously.

“How long?” She asked. “1920.” I answered, knowing what she meant. “How about you?” I asked. “1936.” She replied with a sad look. “I see you’re a vegetarian.” I said. She nodded. “So you and the other two are in a coven together?” I asked. “Yes, with our father Anthony.” She responded. We were at Chemistry now. We have the same class again. We walked in and she sat by me. “What about you?” She asked. I shook my head. “I have no one.” I replied. She gave me an apologetic look.

“So, you never talk?” She asked. “Rarely. Except when I sing and it’s absolutely necessary.” I answered. She smiled. “I’m glad you talked to me.” She said. I smiled. “Me too.” I agreed. “So, what made you think of that metaphor?” She asked. I felt myself blush as I looked away. “You.” I whispered. I looked at her to see her blushing.

This is the price of being a vegetarian; you’re more human then if you drink human blood. You can cry and blush, when if you are a carnivore (human blood sucker) you can’t. “Um…thanks.” She mumbled. I smiled at her. The teacher had us start working on a ten page worksheet that he said should take us the entire time, so I couldn’t talk to her anymore. I had to pretend to be stuck and everything so it wasn’t suspicious.

I looked over at Sophie; she was already looking at me. I smiled. “Having problems?” She asked in a mocking way. I rolled my eyes. “Honey, I knew all of this before you were born.” I replied. She laughed and looked at her paper. I was already on the fifth one. The teacher came and gave me a weird look; most people were on their second or third one. I smiled at him. I looked at the paper and pretended to be working. The bell rang and I got everything and left, walking with Sophie. Turns out we had all the same classes. I saw Leah and she smiled at me. I smiled back and walked into the classroom.

~~It was time for lunch now. I groaned as I smelt the crappy school food. I got a burrito and that was it. I looked at it with disgust as I sat at my usually empty table. Leah was there; I looked at her. “Oh, my bad, is this also your table?” She asked in a mocking way. I rolled my eyes and sat across from her. Sophie walked over and sat by me, Andrea and James followed. They sat on Leah’s side together.

I looked back at the burrito in disgust. I brought it to my mouth and swallowed. Ugh, gag. James, Andrea, and Sophie looked at me with shock. “After awhile these people get curious about why you’re not eating.” I whispered, only loud enough for them to hear, not loud enough for Leah to hear. They nodded. They hadn’t gotten any food; they’d be good for today. I bit into the burrito again. I ate half of it before giving up and pushing it away.

Leah looked at me. “Bad?” She asked. “Yea, horrible, I'll just pig out later.” I replied. She laughed and ate her hamburger. “So, what are you going to pig out on?” Sophie asked in my ear. “Bear.” I answered, laughing slightly. She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Looks like you have someone who shares your love for bear James.” She whispered. He looked up at me and smiled. I chuckled and smiled back. I went to throw away my lunch right before the bell rang and the others followed. We all had the same class, Choir.

~~The rest of the day was uneventful. Sophie and I walked out together. “Can I go to your house?” She asked, looking in my eyes. “Uh…sure, nothing special though.” I replied. She smiled at me and we walked to my car. She looked at it and smiled. “Nice car.” She complimented. I chuckled. “It gets around.” I said.

We got in and I turned on the CD. It was my Avril Lavigne CD. I looked at Sophie to see her reaction. She was smiling. “Like Avril?” She asked. I nodded. “Love her.” I added. She smiled and sang along with the lyrics. I joined in. I noticed it was at the fourth song and at the end of it I immediately skipped the fifth one. She looked at me curiously. “Why’d you skip that?” She asked. “Long story.” I mumbled.

She switched it back before I could stop her. “I always needed time on my own. I never thought I'd need you there when I cry. And the days feel like years when I'm alone. And the bed where you lie is made up on your side. When you walk away I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now?” Avril sang. I felt the tears in my eyes, Sophie noticed and skipped the song.

We were at my house now. I turned the car off, got out, and walked in. It was a small white house with black trimmings and the inside wasn’t too special. Sophie followed. “Why does that song hurt you?” She asked. I looked at her. She looked worried, but extremely curious. “I had this girlfriend before I was changed. We loved eachother so much, we knew we would get married, but when I was changed I couldn’t be with her. She wrote that song.” I explained. “No, Avril did.” She argued. I rolled my eyes. “She did, after Miranda wrote it, I saw her burn it so it was just coincidence that Avril wrote the same thing.” I told her. She believed me.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. I nodded. “It’s fine.” I assured her, going into my fridge. I grabbed a bottle of fox blood and drank it. “Ugh, stupid burrito.” I mumbled. She chuckled. “Thirsty?” I asked, looking at her. She shook her head and I finished my bottle. I put it in the sink and walked to the living room. “Nice house.” She said. I looked at her. “I guess.” I muttered. “Don’t you ever get lonely?” She asked. I nodded. “All the time.” I added. She nodded and sat down by me.

“Do you have a gift?” She asked. “I can block certain things.” I answered. “You?” I added. “Mind reader.” She replied. I nodded. “That’s why I’ve been feeling weird all day.” I said. I blocked her out and she sighed. “I shouldn’t have told you that.” She whined. I laughed. “Enjoy reading my mind?” I asked. “Kinda.” She answered. I chuckled and she smiled.

“So, what brings you here?” I asked. “Uh…James accidentally revealed what we are.” She answered. I nodded. “How long have you been here?” She asked. “Two years, I came here as a freshmen.” I responded. She nodded. “How old are you?” I asked. “Seventeen.” She answered. “Ah.” I said. We were silent, so I turned on the CD player. Linkin Park blared out. She smiled. “Love them.” She told me. “Me too.” I agreed. She stared in my eyes.

“Ever kiss a Vampire?” I asked, in a slightly mocking way. I really wanted to kiss her though. She laughed. “No.” She answered. I chuckled. She looked at me, smiling. “What?” I asked. “For a second there you let your mind out.” She replied. I looked at her. “I really want to kiss her.” She taunted me. I looked away, blushing. When I turned her face was inches away from mine. I looked at her, shocked.

“Uncomfortable?” She asked. “Uh…no.” I responded. “Uh…yes.” She mocked me. I chuckled lightly. “No, just…” I began. Her lips crashed onto mine. I felt my body go haywire. I hadn’t kissed someone in centuries. I think the last time was 1953. I felt a spark between us. Her hands grasped my hair and my hands were gripping her hips.

She pushed me down, sliding her tongue into my mouth. She crouched over me. I shivered slightly as her hand touched my cheek lightly. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She pulled away and I stared at her.

“Um…I can’t believe I just did that.” She mumbled. I chuckled. “Is it a bad thing?” I asked. “Uh…well…um…nah…no, but I…I just…barely know you.” She stuttered. I grinned. “What do you want to know?” I asked. She got off of me and I sat up. We talked for about two hours, getting to know eachother. We had so much in common. She had to leave now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as I walked her to my door. “Yea.” I agreed. We were at my door. She turned to look at me. “I don’t care if we just met.” She muttered. She kissed my lips lightly. I stroked her cheek and she pulled back. “Bye Rose.” I whispered, smiling. She smiled back. “Bye Bear.” She answered. I smiled wider and she ran off. She was fast. I shut the door and slid to the ground. I opened my mind for a second. “She’s amazing.” I whispered. I blocked her out after that. I stayed on the floor for a while longer. I got up after ten more minutes. I began my homework, finishing in fifteen minutes, only because I was busy thinking of Sophie. I wish I could sleep so time would pass quicker.

I went to my piano and began to play, I decided to embrace the song.

“I always needed time on my own. I never thought I'd need you there when I cry. And the days feel like years when I'm alone. And the bed where you lie is made up on your side. When you walk away I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you. When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too. When you're gone the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok. I miss you.” I began; I started to feel tears in my eyes.

“I've never felt this way before. Everything that I do reminds me of you. And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor and they smell just like you, I love the things that you do. When you walk away I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you. When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too. When you're gone the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok. I miss you. We were made for each other, out here forever. I know we were, yeah. All I ever wanted was for you to know, everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul, I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah.” I continued, now I was crying, but I held it back so I could finish.

“When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you. When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too. When you're gone the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok. I miss you.” I finished. I looked at my hands resting on the keys of the piano. I knew at that moment I would be ok and it was all because of Sophie.

“I love you Miranda, but I'm moving on.” I whispered.

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