You know, believe it or not, I'm different. You know, not like anyone else. I wish I could be just like everyone else, but, alas, I'm not. I never had any intention of doing half the stuff I did, the rest I had meant to, but probably shouldn't have done anyway. So, if you actually meant to begin reading this story, would you like to here it? In this life I am a seventeen year old male, attending as a senior in a high school in Los Angeles California. Now I happen to know what your thinking, 'wait a minute! This life?' Am I close to right? Yep, I said this life, and I said it for a reason. Like me, the rest of my family is a little different as well. Our roots come from an Italian clan of vampires originating in the early eighteen hundreds. Small differences, that's all they are, however these small differences are the difference between fitting in…and being a third life descendant of an Italian vampire clan. You're wondering where the other two lives went? Let's just say that I never did have much luck around the Hunters.

So here I am sitting in Calculus, trying not to stare at that cute brunette in front of me. So what if this particular brunette happens to be male? I wouldn't be the first gay vampire in my clan. Come to think about it, I think my uncle was homosexual. The only difference is that in this time period, humans are a little bit gay-discriminative. Or, if you will, they prefer cross-gender mating. It's not my fault that I'm gay, I didn't ask for it. But I swear, if one more of these dimwits calls me a faggot, or a fairy again, I'm going to have some fine dinning.

"Mr. Alessandro, would you care to join the class in the real world today?" The teacher asks me, in a cold tone. Heh, she can't match me when it comes to giving people the chills.

"I'm terribly sorry Magestra." I muttered, shooting a death glare at the crazy bitch. Hey, I technically said I could out class her, I never said I would. Even I know better than to talk back in math class.

"Forgiven." She says airily and returns to the problem she had been working on. Little does she know, that if she made me angry enough, I could, and would, make mince meat out of her.

So, now that she's not looking again, I zone off once more, back to my daydreams of fucking it up with that hottie in the next row. Terrible pity I can't remember his name.

"Jesse!" somebody whispers at me. "Stop staring at poor Alex!"

I turn my head and grant this though intruder with a look, which is really a mixture of boredom, hunger, and indifference. However my dear friend over there has proved very useful, she has reminded me of Alex's name. I turn my attention back to death glaring the teacher with all my vampiric might. Which, at the moment, happens to be fueled my anger and lust. Just what I happen to be lusting for at the moment is anyone's guess. But it’s probably that bottle of blood in my lunch. My mom told me to tell anyone who wanted to know that it was cranberry juice. So far, this hasn't worked out so well. Finally the bell rings and I am free to go about my business.

"Jesse!" Alex calls after me as I race out of the classroom and toward the cafeteria. I wonder briefly what he wants. "Jesse, here's that book you leant me. Thanks, it was really interesting."

He is, of course, speaking of the book on vampires I leant him the previous Tuesday. Well, come on! What self-respecting vampire doesn't have at least one book about his race? Shit even werewolves have books. Vampires prefer to have history books about their own clan, however. Now keep in mind, I can't speak for werewolves, but from past experience, they don't give a damn about whose pack they're reading about. However, this is beside the point.

"Glad you liked it." I told him softly. I was careful not to smile. It was habit I found very useful, especially around Alex.

I am thinking about what flavor of chips I want to go with my blood, (well, what do you expect? I am a teenage boy after all, vampire or not,) when Alex speaks to me again, this is a record for me. Twice in one day, whoa!

"Hey, Jesse?" He asks slowly, as if trying to be very careful about what words he uses, should he choose to use the wrong one, as if! "Do you…wanna…go grab a burger? Or better, I know a nightclub that doesn't card. We can go there, if you want." He continued to ramble on and, big as my crush on him is, I never could manage to focus on nervous babble.

"Sure." I interrupt him, somewhat rudely. "I'll meet you there at 10:30, okay?"

We agree and I gratefully hurry on to lunch, I had been in a hurry this morning and so I didn't get any breakfast, I am thus ravenously hungry…well that and the fact that the blood in my lunch bag has a tauntingly strong sent today. After what seems like forever I make it to the cafeteria and sit down, all thought of chips fleeing my mind, so that the soul thing in it is thought of Alex and our sort-of-date tonight.

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Hours later I find my way out of my senior year, alive. Which is a good thing. It would be exceptionally embarrassing to try and explain to Alex that I'm late because I was killed by a freak physics accident. Deciding that walking could actually get me home faster than the bus, I start out. Ten minutes later, when I arrive home, I discover that I was right. I did beat the bus. I unlock the front door and enter my house. It's not too big, but it's comfortable. I sniff the air, mom's making super rare steak; it has a better supply of blood in it. I shout to her that I plan on going out that night and run upstairs to get dressed. Now I know what you're thinking. 'Why's he getting ready seven hours early?' Well, let's just say that it takes me a while. That and this is my first date. I search my closet for something that was nice, but didn't scream 'I'm gay and going on a date!' because that'd just be a little too hard to explain. However after an hour, I discover that there is no such outfit. So I settle for a black dress shirt and jeans. I suppose you could say that I was a bit excited, you can, but I wouldn't.

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When I arrive at the club Alex had mentioned I saw…a whole lot of guys. Gay guys to be exact. Guys holding hands, guys kissing on the street and a drunk couple waltzing through traffic. I wonder briefly why Alex would take me here, but soon shake it off. I'll ask him when I see him.

"Jesse!" he shouts and runs over to me. Again I wonder briefly if Alex might have less than pure intentions in mind. But then again, who cares if he does? I can't exactly say that my thoughts are exact pure either. "Y-you made it…" he trails off and I think I detect a slight blush heating up his cheeks. "I was afraid you wouldn't."

"I'd never break a date with you." I whisper seductively. I'm sure, by now, that there is a definite blush there. Not wishing to cause him discomfort I quickly change the subject. "So, Alex." I begin lamely. "Do you even know what kind of club this is?"

Alex blushed furiously this time.

"Yes, yes I do." He mumbled.

This is a little shocking. I had always thought that Alex was straight. But the…why?

"But then…why here? Why me?" I ask him softly.

"I-I like you!" he says a little louder than I'm comfortable with. "I like you…a lot."

I stare at him for just a second before leaning in and kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"I like you too." I whisper. "I always have."

"Y-you do?" he seems surprised by this.

I chuckle softly.

"God." I mutter. "I've only had a crush on you for the last four years."

His eyes widen and I grab his hand softly.

"Come on." I whisper to him. "Let's go."

I smile for the first time in public in a very long time. This seems to be a big mistake. A very big mistake. My fangs show and Alex immediately drops my hand.

"J-Jesse?" he stammers. Great, I've scared him. "What are those?"

"I'm sorry!" I plea. "Alex, trust me. I would have told you, if I could have."

He still seems skeptical. I can't lose his trust, not now.

"What are you?" he asks softly.

I growl and mutter one final word.

"Busted."