Vampire Angst ( a vampire love story!)

He leant down to save me from falling, he caught my arm and wrapped his other arm around me. I was held up purely by his strength.

His warm, green eyes locked with mine, and I was lost in the deepness of their gaze. I was lost forever, and I didn't care.

He was tall, too tall, almost six foot four. He head a lean but muscular build with piercing green eyes and jet black hair. He was to stunning for his own good, one day someone would notice that he wasn't human.

Not only was he unbearably beautiful, but he was a kind, caring gentle person. Unusual for his kind, but this made him all the more intruiging.

He finally let my eyes go, and their gaze fell to the floor. It was dissapointing to look at anything after seing him; everything paled in comparison to his beauty. If you looked at him for just five seconds, you would never see things the same way again. It was such a shame that he was not human, and that he hated me.

I remember the first time I layed eyes on him. He was the first person I saw, even though he was at the opposite side of the room. I had just entered my maths class, when I saw him sitting in the usually empty seat at my desk. Great, I thought, another stupid, immature boy.

However, when I looked at him properly, I knew he wasn't going to be like that at all. You could tell by looking at his mouth, turned in a stiff frown that he was a sensible and mature person. Not like all of the other boys in my class.

I walked over to my desk, throwing my bag on the floor and taking my seat. I wasn't particularly comfortable sitting next to him. It wasn't that I didn't want to sit next to him, believe me I did. It was just that, number one, I never really sat by people, I was far more at home with a good book and my mp3 player, and number two, he was staring straight at me, actually, not so much staring as glaring.

That first time I met him I had known he hated me, for some unknown reason, and I understood, after all he was gorgeous, and I was, as so many people liked to call me, a nerd.

From that moment, up until this one, he had not spoken a civil word to me. A few uncivil ones maybe, but obviously manners weren't essential when you were one of the undead.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention, that the guy I was irrevocably in love with was a vampire?