January 2008

Okay, this may be my last chance to tell someone, anyone of my life. Of how it all went up then came crashing down. I know no one would really care; I'm only 1 out of 6 billion people in the world. Why should anyone care? This is my last chance to say it, to tell someone so I will be remembered for what I did. Years from now when I'm dead and gone, hopefully someone will find this journal and tell others of the life of a girl who thought she would never live. If I don't get out of this alive to tell it myself, then hopefully my story will. As the saying goes, "If the world doesn't know its past, then the future will be doomed to repeat itself." So read this with caution, because my past mistakes might just save your future.

-September 2007-

-4 Months Ago-

"Sarah, I have to get out of here. Nothing will ever happen to me in this town. Didn't Lao-Tzu say that to learn is to experience? I'll never get a chance to experience anything here." I complain to her for the millionth time. I know I was never meant to live here forever. I'd go insane with boredom. Hell, I could just say I am and not a lot of people would argue.

I, as you have guessed, am the person you always see in the halls that you know had something happen to make them change, whether it was in the eyes of their peers or just to themselves. I'm the girl who looks familiar, but you can't ask her who she is…you're too good to waste your time on that.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad. We con go to the new coffee shop on the square if you like." Sarah suggested. She's always trying to show me how our town isn't filled with cobwebs. The youngest teacher we have here is 45 years old and he looks older than Mr. Henson who's 58 years old. It's sad really.

"Really, while we're there we can over to the antique shop and buy some priceless silver spoons. You really know how to give me something to look forward to." Sarcasm is like in my genes. It's a part of who I am…now.

"Exactly," Sarah says not even noticing how my voice was over flowing with fake joy. I sighed and tried to smile sincerely.

"Let's go, we're going to be late to Chemistry again." I said rushing her to get her stuff out of her locker.

Halfway to class I get hit with a craving...again and told Sarah I had to go to the bathroom.

"Mrs. Anamy is going to be pissed." She warns. Really, she should know by now that I don't care.

"I know, but my stomach just doesn't feel right. I just feel really nauseous." I hope the theater class I'm taking pays off.

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" an emotion of concern crosses her face. Sarah is too nice for her own good, it's going to get her killed one day.

"No, I'll be fine. Just tell the teacher that I'm not feeling well." I tell her again. Sarah nods and I walk into the bathroom.

Once I get into a stall and I stand on the toilet that's below the air vent. I dig through my purse and pull out my dwindling pack of Marlboros. I take out my lighter and watch the flame heat up the end of this stick of death between my fingers. Inhale and blow out towards the vent. I repeat this for a number of times before there's nothing left to smoke of that stick. Really, I should quit, but if I don't get a chance to leave this town then at least I have a guaranteed early death.

I didn't exactly lie to Sarah. I was feeling sick, but that was because I haven't had a smoke in a week or so. How could she expect me not to get into some kind of drug even if it is legal, maybe not to me yet, but to everyone else?

I sigh with one last puff of smoke exiting my mouth. Throwing the butt into the toilet I flush it and walk out. Catching my reflection, I realize my hair is frizzing and my eye liner smeared a bit.

Smoothing out my hair and wetting my fingers to get rid of the smear, I decided it was time to go to class. I've let Sarah suffer in there without me to distract her long enough.

Walking out of the bathroom, dreading listening to Mrs. Anamy drone on about the periodic table of elements, a hand suddenly wraps around my mouth and another around my waist. I'm pulled back into the bathroom and back into the same stall I was in before. My abductor still behind me I see a little bit of black hair and a bright red streak. It's amazing I didn't trip.

His voice - as wrong as it may seem- sounds like…like the kind of boy I would want to date. He keeps saying over and over that if I try to make an attempt to escape he'd do something terrible to me to make me wish I was dead. The thought of it sent chills down my spine and all I could do with his hand pressed so hard against my face was nod weakly.

He pushed me down on the toilet and I finally get to study his face. He has jet black hair with one bright red streak in the bangs that hang over a corner of his face. His right eye is a bright blue; his left eye on the other hand is an impeccable green. His cheeks have no color to them at all. He has absolutely no emotion to show anything of what he's thinking. He was wearing a black and white striped jacket that hung off of one arm slightly.

"W-what what do you want?" I stutter. Mostly because I'm nervous because he's so good looking and less because he just kidnapped me in the girl's bathroom.

"I'm new here, so I knew I had to make an impression on someone. You just happen to fit the part." What?! He's a student here! Trust my luck to get kidnapped and have it not be real!

"Wait! You're just making fun?!" I half scream half mumbled. He just nods. "Well, as long as it gets me out of class." I shrug of the fact that I was just abducted. It may not have been very far, but still.

A smile spread across his perfect face. "You're not mad?"

"Naw…Should I be?" I give a playful look. I feel…comfortable around him. It's almost like I'm with- no I'll never feel like that again.

"N-no!" A flash of alarm ceases his face, before he quickly regains his composure.

"Okay then." I say and flash him a smile. "Well, if you go here, what's your name?" I ask feeling totally comfortable that I'm trapped in a stall with no one around to hear me scream with a guy I don't even know the name of.

"My name is Valentine, what about you? What do they call you?" He asks.

"Wednesday," I answer.

"Like from the Adams Family?" Wow, he's the first one to make that connection. My parents thought it would be fun to have a daughter named after the gothic TV show. Really, if you hear the amount jokes I got from the two of them when I was younger you would have figure out the quickest way to kill yourself with a post-it note.

"Yes! That who my parents named me after! Finally someone got it!" I sigh with relief. Then I realize he's giggling and I start to turn a blood red. "What's so funny?"

"You, you're cute when you get all exasperated." He giggles again and, if it's possible, I start to turn a darker shade of red.

"Um…Thanks?" I mutter.

It's quiet for awhile. I can't seem to think of anything to say and he seems to be thinking about something very hard and he keeps looking down at his pants. I'm guessing there's something in his pocket.

Eventually he pulls out a pack of Camels and decides to light one up. The smell is intoxicating and it makes me take out my pack of cigarettes too. He raises his eyebrows at my actions as if saying, 'Whoa, I didn't expect you to be a smoker.' I shrug.

"Blow it into the vent." I warn him.

"Huh?"

"It won't set off the alarm." I explain. He nodded and angled his head to where the smoke blew toward the vent, there for toward me.

I stood back up on the toilet and start my cycle all over again. He kept staring at me, like there was anything else to look at in the stall. He got off the stall door and stepped over to me.

"Scoot over a bit." Valentine told me. I moved as far over as I could, so I stood on one side of the bowl and him on the other. I used the side of the stall to hold myself up and Valentine followed in suit.

We stood there smoking and trying not to fall. He occasionally flashed me a flawless smile and I returned it. He would ask me simple questions, like: Did I like music? What the hell? Of course I did! Or what kind of music did I like? Oh, you know classical, metal, emo, techno etc. He smiled again when I told him that. I guess he likes it too.

Eventually I heard footsteps coming too close to the bathroom to just be walking by. I pulled out Valentine's cigarette and I threw both of ours in the toilet and flushed. While the noise of the toilet covered the sound of my voice I told him to bend down and I sat down across for the toilet like I was sick.

"Wednesday, are you still in here?" Sarah said in a nervous curious voice.

"Yeah, but I'm not feeling any better." I said trying to sound like I've been vomiting. Fortunately, the sting of the smoke was still in my throat so I didn't have to try too hard.

"Do you want to go to the nurse? I'll take you." She offers again. I can't stand lying to her; she's always so loyal and concerned about me.

"No, I'm just going to drive myself home. You should get out of here, I don't know if it's contagious." I say looking straight into Valentine's eyes.

"Oh, okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." Sarah said shakily. The thing is I know that Sarah is a germ phobic person, so just mentioning a disease is enough to get her to leave the room.

"Yeah," I said trying to hide the shame in my voice. After a few seconds we heard Sarah walk out.

"Oh, yeah, Wednesday you might want to move to the hex bathroom, class is almost over." And then Sarah walks back out again.

"Shit," I say in a whisper.

"What?" Valentine asks in an even quieter tone.

"This place will be swarming with girls in a few min-"BEEP! The sound of the bell ringing cuts me off. "Shit! Okay, follow my lead." I grab Valentines hand and pull him out of the bathroom. We run out of the bathroom holding hands and we both look flustered and a little confused. People give us weird looks as we came out. I know why, but Valentine doesn't.

A boy walks over to us.

"Dude, why were you in the girls room?" He asks. He seems like the big-headed jock type.

I guess Valentine got the message because he smirks and says, "Why do you think?" Suddenly he wraps his arm around my waist and my face turns a light pink.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around." The jock says wearing his usual I'm-an-idiot-take-pity face

"Yeah, I moved here three days ago." Really, I never thought to ask him that.

"Three days?" Valentine nods. "And you already melted the Ice Duchess, nice man!" They high five each other while I'm trying to pull away from Valentine, but he has a really strong grip. I can feel his hand falling a little lower than my waist. "I'm Kevin by the way, see you around man!" Kevin walks away and the halls are almost empty.

"Please let me go." I say in a meek voice.

"Oh! Sorry!" Valentine lets me go. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." I mutter and start to go to the exit door.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He starts to follow me like a puppy, it's cute.

"Home, I'm sick remember?" I smile a little at him and leave.

I reach into my back pocket for my keys and come up with a hand full of lent. Shit, where are my keys?!

I hear footsteps behind me.

"You stole my keys!" I whip around a yell at Valentine. He freezes and smirks at me. Once again, a light blush covers my cheeks.

"I was wondering when you would notice." He takes out my keys and twirls them on his finger.

"Why did you take them? Wait, never mind, just give them back!" I demand holding out my hand. He flips his hair away from his face and walks over to me.

"What did Kevin mean when he called you the Ice Duchess?" I was hoping he wouldn't notice that.

I look to the ground and cross my arms across my chest. "It's nothing, just let me go home." My voice is over flowing with regret. I flinch when Valentine places his hand on my shoulder.

"Well, you are my first friend here, so you can trust me." I can feel him staring at me. I feel as though his words are true, but you just can't trust anyone anymore. His different colored eyes are distracting me.

"Yeah, thanks, but I just met you thirty minutes ago. Now give me my keys." I say regaining my composure.

"Sure, would you mind giving me a ride home? There's something I wanted to ask you that I didn't get to before." He gives me an innocent I-think-I'm-adorable look and honestly, he is. I sigh.

"All right, get in." I huff. He flashes that flawless smile to me again and I swear my legs are going to give out because all my blood is in my cheeks.

I rev the engine and we buckle up.

"What did you need to ask me?" I ask weaving through the cars parked in the student parking lot.

"Where are you going?" He asks with a little panic in his voice.

"What you think they're just going to let us drive out of here whenever we want? There's a path in the back of the school that some seniors a few years ago cleared out. As far as I know, I'm the only one who still uses it." He nods his head. "Don't tell anyone about it." He just nods again.

We enter the wood area behind the school and the trees start to surround us begin to darken our lighting. Soon, I can only dimly make out Valentines face.

"Your question," Most of my concentration is trying to follow the path and not hit a tree. Dirt rises when I make a sharp turn, Valentine nearly loses his cool, I should do that more often because now he's beat red. His eyes nearly seem like their glowing when we get to the darkest part of the path. The path connects back on to the official road and we get engulfed in sunlight.

Valentine moans once we get back to the light, how odd.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"Ye-yeah," He says rubbing his eyes. He yawns then begins to finally ask his question. "Don't freak out and suddenly stop the car and cause a whole mess, okay." I nodded. "Do you- ah geez- um…believe in vampires?" My reaction was quite the opposite of what he thought it would be. I couldn't stop laughing.

"You're not serious? This is just another one of your jokes…right?" His silence was not helping the matter.

"No, I'm serious. My full name is Marcus Anthony Valentine. I was born on January 14, 1935 in London, England. I am immortal." Okay I know I told him I wouldn't freak out and stop the car, but I think he just drew the line.

I immediately pull the car into the nearest parking lot. He has to be joking about this; it's just so…impossible! But his tone, his face, I think he's serious…

"Prove it." My hands are clenched around the steering wheel, my knuckles are white.

Slowly, he gets closer to me, closer to my face. I can feel my self control fading, I want him! I need him right now! I can feel him grabbing on to my wrist. I can't stop staring into those different colored eyes. I know he's bringing my wrist up to his mouth, and yet I still can't bring myself to get away. If anything, I'm lifting my wrist to him. I see him open his mouth and run his tongue along my veins, it feels so amazing, I want more of it. He looks back up at me and stares into my eyes as he wraps his teeth around my wrist, and then I can feel myself bleeding, I can feel a slight pain, but mostly I feel the most amazing pleasure.

A/N:

so this is my newest story. personally, i think it's pretty good! but then again my judgement is kinda off sometimes anyway tell me what you think good or bad? if it's bad tell me why and how to fix it. :D

R&R please!!

~ RaVeN-naILs