This is so Vampire Kisses told in a dude's PoV! haha
My life is one boring event after another. I'm not sporty, I'm not a nerd, I'm just being me. Which happens to be an angsty, vampire-obsessed, darkness-loving, emo/screamo music fan... teenage boy. And damn proud of it too! But my parents aren't happy that I'm not a sports star who dates all the girls. Is it so wrong to want to be in a band and wait for the perfect girl? I don't think so, but even they think I'm weird. My little sister Megan is 16, and she's one of the only people who understands me. She's emo too, only with a hothead temper, and the scars to match. Unlike her, I'm a Goth. And I don't cut myself, but that's a different story.
Anyway, I hate school most of all. Everyone there not only thinks I'm a freak, but they all gawk at me and wouldn't even give me the time of day. My only friend besides my sister is Jason. He's not really like me, since he's a skater, but no one likes him either, so we've been friends since we were like 7. Best friends, brothers.
Of course, the worst thing about school would have to be Linda Winn. Now there's a piece of work... She's the most popular girl in school; straight-A cheerleader that all the guys wanna date and all the girls wish they were best friends with. Except me. I don't wanna date her. I don't even like going to school with her, but that she or I can't help. The worst thing is she's my sworn nemisis. Why, you might ask? Because she's the type of snob that always gets what she wants, and thinks she's the most gorgeous person in the world. Sure, she's really pretty with her long, curly honey-colored locks and her sapphire blue eyes, but she's nothing more than that. She's always making cracks about me, or making me more miserable than I already am. And of course, she's always flirting with me... But I'm the only guy who's rejected her, every time she comes at me! She's so annoying. She thinks she'd be the only one who's pay attention to me besides my few friends and family. But I don't care. She's not worth my time. Technically, my parents would be so happy if I dated her, but like I said, she's a type A snob. I'm still waiting for my Gothic Angel, my Vampire Princess... I know she's out there... I just need to find her.
Getting out of my thoughts,... I rolled out of my bed, wrapped in my Batman sheets. Hehehe,... yeah, I still have sheets like that. I turned off my Exorcist alarm clock and went to take a shower. Then I changed into my Dravens, black jeans, a Slipknot t-shirt, and all my studded "accessories." Then I dried my hair and gelled it. I put on eyeliner and grabbed my backpack, running downstairs. I'd be late as usual, but I was hungrier today. I grabbed a bowl, milk, and box of Count Chocula. My dad looked up from the paper and gave his usual sigh, knowing once again that I wouldn't change into a straight-laced, sporty, girl-crazy, future business man. But I know that'll never happen... And I'm SO glad for that. Corporate Christopher. That's never gonna be me! My mom and Megan walked downstairs just then, Megan grabbing a chocolate chip waffle, popping it in the toaster, and sitting down beside me bouncing up and down. I could see she was eager to go to school, fly through, then get home and call Gary for hours. One thing about her that pisses me off. Gary... humph. Greek Geek is what I call him. Not in front of her, of course...
After Meg was done, she pulled me out of my chair and dragged me out to the car. So I jumped in the front-seat and turned the ignition on. Megan closed the door to the Mustang and we drove off. She blasted her iPod in her ears so I wouldn't be able to talk to her. Whatever... if she wants to be so moody, I don't give a damn. I noticed a black cat nearby. It was lying in a bush. I stopped the car, got out and picked it up. It looked like it was asleep, so I checked it over. Still breathing. It had a red collar. I checked the address and stared. It was to the "supposedly abandoned" Mansion on Twisted Terrace, which I'd been told when I was a kid to never go on! I showed it to Megan. She cooed at it, then suggested we take it over to the Mansion. I shook my head.
"Meg, we can't be later than usual to school! It's bad enough that we're this late, but now we're gonna go give the cat to it's family? We don't have time!"
"Come on, Tommy, since when do you care whether we're late for school or not? Look at it! It looks so sad, lost and confused! It misses its family. Pleasssseeee!"
I frowned. She was right, since when did I care if we were late? And it would be cool to see if anyone did live in that place. I'd been in there plenty of times and not one living thing was ever discovered. Maybe it was a cool little punk kid me and Meg could babysit. Or an emo guy I could befriend and Meg could date. Or maybe a pretty girl that could be... my Gothic Angel, and Meg's new best friend! Yeah...
"Alright, you make a valid point. But if we get lectured, it's so your fault..."
She jumped and hugged me, then held the kitten as we drove to the house. No sign of anyone except for a car in the driveway. Black Mercedes-Benz. Nice...
"Should I just park here, or in the driveway?"
"Here, stupid. The driveway's private property!"
So I turned the car off and we walked up the long strip of asphalt until we got to the sidewalk. I looked around for anyone. When I found nothing, we walked up to the door. It had a fancy knocker that looked too old to use, so Meg rang the doorbell by the window to the right of the door. Nothing... She pressed it again. Still nothing...
"Maybe no one's here, Meg."
"We can't just leave poor Midnight here!"
"You named someone else's cat??"
"No, I read the collar. Are you getting DUMBER today?!" I glared, then hastily knocked with my fist on the door. I sighed, snatched the cat out of Megan's arms and found and open window. She yelled at me and ran after me all the way to the window, swearing loudly and reaching for the cat. I just held out my hand to stop her and stood on my tiptoes. On a piece of paper from my notebook, I left a letter to whoever owned the cat and put them both through.
"See ya, Midnight. Hope your owner comes and finds you."
The paper read, ending with mine and Megan's names;
Dear Sir or Madam,
Here is Midnight, your cat. My sister and I found it lying in a bush, possibly sleeping. I'm glad we could help by bringing it back here. I didn't know anyone resided here...
We got back in my Mustang and drove off. Meg ignored me the whole time, still mad that I'd just left the little cat in the house with a note in its collar.
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Morbida's Mysterious Feelings
Hi, I'm Morbida B. Weir. I got that name from the BEGoths figure series. Anyway, this is where I'll put down whatever I feel like each day. Depending on whether I'm in a crappy mood or not, I'll post my usually elusive feelings... So get reading!
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