.:Broken ♥ Inside :.(vampire story)

Thers always one big event in a persons life that changes them...if its a death of a loved one, moving to a new home, or heartbreak...but all three in one life time is just too much....


Its been three days since I moved to a new town, its quiet, small, hardly any people, and night fall seems to come early year round, warm weather almost year round, which I don’t mind, and the feeling of not being able to walk in your backyard with out someone shooting you…oh yes this is the life, a strange one but im growing to like it a bit, only a little bit.

As my alarm clock went off I slowly rose from my bed, as light poured into my room I was blinded, the curtain I keep on the window was taken down and gone, “DAD!” I yelled at my father, I knew he took it down he thinks I need light in my room ‘it will make me cheerful, and bring me luck’ all I know it that it blinds me, and makes me miserable, im pale for a reason, natural for being Romanian, and from not having the wish to go tanning, risk getting skin cancer, or I just don’t want to be tan, “yeah sweet heart?” he yelled up to my room, I had the attic as my room, so we talk like this a lot in the morning, it was, “why did you take my blanket? I want it back NOW!” I yelled down to him, I got no response, which meant he wasn’t going to listen to me, I hate him for that. Knowing I lost this morning at getting my blanket back, I started to get dressed.

As I was pulling my fishnet shirt over my head and looking for a short sleeve black shirt, someone threw a pebble or something at my window from outside, I pulled the shirt over my head and looked out my window. a guy was getting on his motorcycle, I couldn’t see what type it was before he drove off, all I saw was that it was black.

I grabbed a pair of jeans, with a few rips from my past fence jumping skills, ripping it on right my mid thigh, back of my left calf, and the bottoms ripped from them being baggy and long. I brushed out my silk soft hair, my hair is a light blonde, with white tips, my friend Joey help me put in, she is a cool girl, it killed her most when I told her I was moving, but I guess we can still talk online. running down the steps I jumped the last three, I almost ran into my dad, “in a hurry are we?” he asked and I just ran down the next flight of stairs, a flaw at having the attic as a room is the stairs.

When I hit the living room I grabbed my boots, combat of course, I pulled them on, tying them then rushing to the kitchen, I made me two pieces of toast, this was a new school year, and my last, I was going to make sure I was prepared, I don’t want to screw up on my first day of school, my first day of 12th grade. As the bread cooked I grabbed my MP3 player, I rushed to the computer downloading my latest favorite group of songs , while the songs downloaded the bread popped up, I buttered them and the computer beeped, my songs where on there. I pocketed my mp3, about to run out the house with my breakfast in my hands and my backpack on my shoulder, before my dad caught me, “Lita Lynn Cadoy, where do you think your going? You have a half hour to get to school, sit down and eat.” my father yelled at me, using my full name, I knew I was in trouble then, “but dad school starts at 7:20, and its…only..6:30,oh, sorry.” I said giving him my ‘please don’t kill me smile’.

He laughed to him self and sat across from me at the table, I ate my toast, “so are you looking forward to today?’ he asked me the answer obvious, “I don’t know, I just want this day over with.” I said, which was partly true, I really just want to see what my new environment was going to be like. The newspaper was in front of him, he was reading, I guess blocking me out, “that’s good.” he said, I knew he was blocking me out, I sighed finishing my last bit of toast, I ran upstairs, almost forgetting to brush my teeth, did that and ran out the door my dad grabbed my upper arm, “it’s a long walk, how about I drive you.” he said, I nodded in agreement, he was in his deep ‘father’ like voice, he didn’t want me to wonder off, and get lost on my first day, How lovely of him.

When he dropped me off in front of school I got out, he waved bye, and watched as his big envoy Drove off, I have my license, just no car, I have to wait till im in college he said, what a waste. Everybody was in their own little group , I found a tree all by its self, so being so nice I sat under it, pulling out my mp3, blasting ‘last resort’ in my ears by ‘papa roach’. when I leaned back against the tree, I drifted off to my own little world. Right when the song ended the bell went off, which meant school started, I already had my schedule, they mailed it to us, how nice.

I was looking for homeroom 13, wow unlucky 13, as I wondered the halls, all the girls that were walking by, stared at me, “what?” I asked one as she gave me a strange look. I don’t like people looking at me weird, if its because Im new then they need to get over it, if its from what I wear, then they need a life. When guys where looking at me they where just as annoying as the females, pathetic.

I walked in homeroom, there was a empty seat in the back and I happily took it, I prefer the back where no one really notices me, the teacher came in, it was a male, he was round and short compared to me, I was a good 5’8”, and he looked to be 5’3” or something, just short. As he walked in he called names, “Kelly Ryans?” he called, a brunette girl raised her hand, she was tan, and vary pretty, soft face, green eyes that could capture any guys attention. “Lita Cadoy?” he asked I looked up, and i raised my hand, no one looked at me, they only snickered about my appearance.

He went on calling names when a boy burst in, he had black hair falling over his eyes, pale skin, dressed in all black, finally a hot guy, and was very tall, even for me. “Mr. brankly, you are late, first day, not good, take a seat.” the teacher said to him, he scanned the room, when his eyes fell on me he grinned, “no problem teach.” he said, his voice was deep but soft, and walked to me, “your in my seat, get up.“ he said in a low voice, then did people notice me in the back, he poked me on my arm, “get up.” he said, he wouldn’t leave me alone so I looked at him, “are you blind?” he asked me, I got this a lot from people at my old school, I have grey eyes, like a blind person, but unlike a blind person I have black pupils, “no” was all I said and looked away. “Mr. brankly! stop flirting, did you hear what I asked?” he said to the boy, I couldn’t pin point it but he looked familiar, he looked up at him, “does it matter?” the boy said and sat next to me, the teacher left, not wanting to argue with the boy, he must be the bad boy in school.

My homeroom was my first period class, Americas past, something I haven’t learned since 8th grade. When the teacher wrote his name on the board, Mr. leech, wow nice name, not, he went to his desk, I put my headphones in my ear and listened to music. All the teacher did was write page numbers on the board for us to read in our history books he passed out.

I spent all class reading a chapter out of the 600 page history book, the boy next to me would talk to me, telling me to get out of his seat or threaten me to get, but I wouldn’t look at him, class went by quick. Once the bell went off I looked at my schedule, I was headed to math, algebra1, I wasn’t that smart when it came to math, so im stuck in algebra 1 still.

I walked into class, and everyone even the teacher looked at me, “what?” I asked, I was sick of getting strange looks from people, “oh look hte freak show is here" a girl yelled out to me, it was the same girl who gave me a strange look in the hall, and the same girl in homeroom, Kelly. “wow that’s sooo original.” was all my hollow voice would say, no reason to fight with her, its my first day, and took a seat in the back, again.

The brankly kid walked in, I guess he was just as dumb as me. He glared at me, I guess I took his seat again, whoops, but to avoid him I got up and took the seat in front of it, he grinned, I guess from me giving in, and sat behind me. I hate to give in, I feel weak when I do, and weak, is not a word I like to keep in my vocabulary, “smart move,” he whispered as he sat down, “looks like im not as dumb as I look.” I stated, I heard a small laugh from him, “funny girl, nice hair.” I shrugged, pointing out I wanted the conversation to end. I wasn’t sure if he complimented my hair or it was an insult, but it doesn’t matter.

Class went by fast as did the rest of my classes, English, language, and science, up till lunch. I hadn’t made a friend, and I was fine with that, but now the question was where to sit, I don’t want to sit with anyone, I bought a bag of chips and a mount. Dew.

I went outside, putting on my sunglasses, all black of course, you would have to be extremely close to see my eyes, to eat, under the same tree I sat under earlier, Indian style, I was on the other side of the court yard, no one was in sight, I ate my lunch and blasted music in my ears, trying to drown out my complaints of the school to my self.

Just when I was in mid song of ‘I hate all these things’ by bullet for my valentine, someone tapped the tip of my shoe. I didn’t look up, but turned off my mp3, it was probably a teacher telling me im not allowed to sit here, but I wouldn’t care, “move.” it was a deep but yet soft voice, great brankly.

I looked up, he looked huge compared to me sitting on the ground, “are you deaf?” he asked, I shrugged, “can you speak?” he asked in a sarcastic tone, I shrugged and listened to my mp3, he sat next to me, “what are you doing?” I asked him with out looking at him, but stared off to know where, he shrugged, “I don’t know, you tell me, it looks like im sitting at MY spot, for lunch.” he stated, I stood, no need for a fight. I took off my shades, the sun blinding me, “it looks like you are being a jackass.” I said and began walking off, he grabbed my wrist, “bad move,” he said.

This brankly kid was getting on my nerves, he makes me move when I was there first, glares at me for sitting, and now he grabs my wrist, I don’t allow physical contact with out a one bloody hell fight. He tugged at my arm, “what, no words now? What a shame I was taking a liking to your voice.” he grinned, I pulled my arm from his grip, “don’t touch me.” I walked off again, giving one last chance to leave me alone, “awe, is the little girl scared? Or is she just weak and cant stand up to the big bad, yet hansom, boy?” that was it I don’t let people call me weak, or touch me, I tackled him, punching him in his face, one hand holding his neck down, then other hitting constantly in his face.

I kept doing so, soon my anger would leave, but until then im going to take it out on him, he grabbed my wrist together in one hand, I noticed how big his hands where, “really bad move,” I was sitting on his hips, he looked up at me, with anger and amusement in his eyes, he looked me up and down, my jean going to have a grass stain, “I don’t usually have girls sit on my hips unless we are in a room, but hell I’ll try anything once.” he grinned taking my stance the wrong way, “fucking perv.” I sad getting up, he held my wrist still, I got one loose, and hit him again in the nose.

He would have a black eye, and his semi swollen bleeding lip will look terrible, his nose bleeding, I heard all kinds of cracking noise when I hit him, I guess those times at the gym with my dad when I was younger helped after all, “bitch!” he yelled gripping his nose, I smiled and my hands where free, I ran into the school right as the bell rang, I have no doubt he would be looking for me, great first day and I made an enemy, its middle school all over again.

I haven’t hit a guy that big since then, I just hope the results are better, I don’t think my dad wants another sue case for trashes some kids face.

I headed to class, it was art, then last comp. tech, I never liked any of these classes, but everyone said I was great at art, I just never had any interest in art. When I got to comp. tech. I sat next to Kelly, the only seat available, she watched me the whole time, something wasn’t right, I just knew something was going on, I finally asked, “what are you watching me for?” I got no response but a giggle, this only made my anger rise, Im not good with keeping my anger back, the brankly kid was an example.

When there was only ten minutes of class left I nearly did a happy dance, finally home, I would rather walk then call my dad though. walking would take time and I could see some of the town, even if the town is quite small. Kelly passed me a note, I read t to my self,

Hey bitch, I saw Zian’s nose, bad idea, im going to laugh at your long hair face when he beats you senseless, he told me to tell you he cant wait till after school, he wants to ‘talk’ to you. Kelly.

I crumpled the note and stuffed it in my pocket, I was not going to get my ass kicked on the first day, I guess I’ll either hide out here till I think he is gone, or I can face him straight on, ‘what am I thinking? I cant run from my fights, not again, but then there is no one else who will get hurt but me, so running wont be a problem, NO I cant be fool, this is my fault, my temper, I guess I should get this out of the way.’ my thoughts went on, and then the sound of the sweet bell snapped me back to reality, great, death here I come, “he said meet him in the parking lot.” Kelly told me as she left, greeeat.

I walked out of school, after grabbing my backpack out of my locker and stuffing my stuff in it, the sun blinding me so I put on my shades, putting my mp3 safely in my pocket, I don’t want to break it, its the only thing that keeps me from going insane here, I saw brankly leaning up against a motorcycle, the same black one that I saw this morning, ‘shit, shit, shit, SHIT! He was the one throwing pebbles at my window, wait why?’ I thought and he looked up, his beautiful hair covering his eyes, ‘wait beautiful? This guy wants to kill me.’ he leaned off the bike and stepped towards me, “you want to talk?” I said, covering the fear I possessed very well, I cant be afraid of this guy, his lip didn’t look swollen anymore, his nose not bleeding, no black eye, ‘maybe I need to work out more, I didn’t leave a mark.’ he coughed to get my attention, I noticed I was staring at his lips, I bet that gave him the very wrong idea.

I looked up at his eyes now, “well?” I asked him, he grinned, the so very cute grin, no wait not cute, not cute no way, “well what?” he said with no amusement in his eyes at all, just blank, as my own. I was confused, I swear if Kelly was tricking me, I was going to bash in her fucked up face,

“you came to me, I didn’t call for you, im simply waiting here, just standing with my bike, then you walk up, so.” he said stepping closer to me, no one was around, the parking lot nearly empty but three cars, great.
“what are you doing here?” he asked in a serious tone, I couldn’t look away from his eyes, ‘what am I doing here, just walk away, he didn’t call for me to come here, so why am I staying?’ he was staring at me as I was staring at him.

“I’ll just leave seeing I have to beat a certain brunette senseless.” I said ripping away from our eye contact, but as I turned I felt like I left something behind, in his gaze, I felt empty, hollow. He put a hand on my shoulder, “your not as weak as I thought, get on.” I turned and he held a black helmet, “huh?” I asked he shook his head back and forth, “stupid girl, pull you hair up and get on.” he stated, I did as he said, he climbed on the bike and patted for me to do as well, he put on a black helmet, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding tightly, and zoomed off, Im not sure where he was taking me, but the scenery we passed looked a bit familiar. When he stopped at a red light it was my chance to ask, “where are we going?” I asked him, I didn’t get a response but right as the light turned green he said, “taking you home.”

I was a bit shocked he knew where I lived, but then I remembered, he was throwing rocks at my window earlier, how did he know it was me though? ‘great I didn’t have my blanket up this morning, thanks dad, and he probably saw me…getting…dressed, greeeat!’ I thought and held on to him tighter as he turned, he went faster at first when I held on to him, I must have shocked him, just for kicks I placed my head on his back. rubbing my face into his back at first, this startled him and made him go faster, this was fun, but I stopped and just rested my head there, I didn’t want him to lose control and we crash.

When I stopped he slowed down, but not by much, I saw my house it was in view and my window was, blanket less. We stopped in front of my house, “I need the blanket back.” I stated to my self as I got of, to my surprise he did as well, dads car wasn’t there, he must be out, I guess, “yeah that blanket would help, people could walk by and just watch, they could see everything, and I mean everything.” he grinned, my face got a bit hot, I knew I was red, but he just admitted he saw my get dressed this morning.

I was going to slap him, but decided against it, “why where you looking anyway?!” I almost yelled, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away from him, “do you always get dressed in front of the window? And I was driving by, to check out the new family in town, I didn’t think you would be a total bitch though, I thought it was a guy and his father, but I drove by at the right time, to see it was a teenaged girl, getting dressed.” he said and I turned towards him, “well you could of just left instead of throwing rocks at my window, damn.” I said to him, he laughed at my anger, “I threw a few rocks to get your attention, I WAS going to tell you to come down, I planned on giving you a ride to school, but your dad came out front, and looked pissed, he had a 22 with him, I left before I got shot.” he smiled,’ good old dad, wait 22?’ I thought and looked at brankly, “a 22? I didn’t think he kept that, my mother got it for me,” I said mumbling off a bit, when I looked up he was staring at me.

With a confused look in his eyes mixed with shock, “your 22? Your mother got you that?” he asked, not showing how shocked he really was, where I used to live we where allowed to have a gun for protection and hunting, “yeah, I got it when I was 14, I learned how to use one when I was 11. My mom got it for me, why so surprised/” I asked him , I could see it in his eyes but he wouldn’t admit it, it’s a wonder on how your eyes tell everything. He laughed a small one, but I liked it, “well, I guess your not the doll playing type of girl, you like the big guns.” he grinned, I knew he thought something else of that statement HE made, what a perverted jackass, “good bye Zian.” I said to him in an annoyed tone, turning away from him, “c’ya Cadoy, wait.” he said I stopped at my gate, “what?” I asked him, I turned to face him, “you know my name, I want to know yours.” he said softly, I couldn’t resist it, but why was he being so gentle now, I could hardly see the dangerous, deadly beast in him right now, “l-lita.” I said in a quiet voce, I didn’t want him to know, but the way he looked at my, I couldn’t respond falsely, he grinned and leaned closer to my face, his skin brushed up against my cheek, “I’ll talk with you later, Lita.” he whispered in me ear, I watched him ride off down the street, I guess my first day wasn’t so bad, I might actually have a friend, or a perverted boy who has very weird mood swings, maybe he’s bi-polar.

I walked into my house, the door unlocked, my dad didn’t have a key made for me yet, but he should of done that when we moved here. When I got in, I looked on the sofa, my black blanket was there, “yes!” I said and ran upstairs with it, I don’t know why I was so happy with having it back, oh yeah I do , now I wont be blinded from the sun light!, I hung it up, this time nailing it into my wall, the blanket matched with my room, the walls grey, but the furniture, which includes my bed, dresser, computer, computer desk, my stereo, and my chair where all black.

I heard my dad walk in, I hid the hammer and nails under my bed where I first had them, I like to see him take it down now’ I thought to my self, and sat on my bad as if I was relaxing. My backpack was next to my bed on the floor, but the smile on my face I couldn’t get rid of it, zian had entranced me, his face flashing through my mind, his words echoing, this must be hell. “LITA!” my dad yelled, “up here dad!” I yelled down to him I heard him run up the stairs, “who was that boy? On the bike? I don’t like him!” he said, judging brank- I mean zian already, “a friend from school, don’t judge, he’s cool.” I said holding up my hands in defense, why is it that every time you talk your hands make some type of movement? O’well off topic, “he was the same boy I saw this morning looking at you, he got out in time, I was about to shoot him!” my dads anger getting the bet of him, “don’t stress your self dad, or you will add more grey hair to your bald head.” I said getting up, “its not bold, just thinning!” he said going back to normal.

My dad was bold on top of his head, with grey hair, he was like almost 40, taller then me by a few inches, and a bit round in the stomach, he used to be a body builder but now the muscle turned to flubber.

I walked past him, and went to the kitchen, I got a glass of milk and my dad followed me down the steps, “take that damn thing off your window!” he said I guess just now noticing I have it up, “I cant it nailed it self to the wall.” I said grinning, I didn’t want him to ruin my perfect first day of a new school. Then again knowing my dad he would, “why don’t you want the light t spread through your room? Its beautiful, why do you have to be such a chav?” he started to get really mad, his British accent and words where coming to surface, yup my moms Romanian, and my dad British, im one of a kind, “im a trouble maker, so what, im passing.” I said and finished my cup, he shook his head, I like to annoy him, its fun, but when he gets to mad, I know to stop, I guess he’s just in a bad mood because I made a new friend with a boy, sooner or later im going to hear him saying zian is my boyfriend, great.