It's Forbidden... So Why Do I Like Him? 1

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I groaned and rolled over to shut up the alarm clock. I ended up hitting it so hard that the sleep buton got mashed in. Damn it, I'm going to have to buy another one. Third one this month... I moaned and pulled a pillow over my head, blocking out the stupid sunlight... Just sleep...

Of course, my annoying older brother had to come in. "Yo, Skunky! Yake it up, will you?" He yelled, in the black-guy voice he knew annoyed me, and used my much-loathed nickname. I can tell it's going to be one of THOSE days...

Alumit pried the pillow off my face. I felt something wet and cold touch my face. It was a course fabric. A washrag. I kicked him in the upper thigh--I didn't aim for the groin, lucky for him-- and hid under the covers. "I don't wanna go to school!" I moaned. "I'm, like, twenty something but I look seventeen. Why do i have to go? Isn't to a cliche for us to go there anyway? Are we in 'Twilight' or something?"

My brother, one year older but still a considered jerk who thought I was three, had read the novels. He used it as a hook for his girlfriends. "If it was, we'd be the Renesmee chick. So wake up, the sooner you're up the sooner I can talk to hot girls about taking care of my vulnerable sister!"

Alumit walked out. My head was still under the covers, but the thumping of his combat boots was a pretty clear sign. I peeked out, saw he even closed the door behind him, and slowly got out of bed. I threw the washrag in the sink and shredded my clothes to take a quick shower. Smelling like a vanilla mocha, I wrapped a black towel around my curvy frae and looked through my clothes... All Gothic in some element.

Most parents are horrified about their kids wearing black. And having piercings. Our parents weren't normal, though. Maybe it was because we were a pack of vampires or that the very union of them was life-threatening, but they thought it was a fine expression. Dad was only a bit worried Alumit was gay. What normal guy wears skinny jeans?

I decided to go a bit formal. Baggy cargo pants and some combat boots, sleek ones that had lots of Velcro straps, then a dark blue V-neck shirt. It showed off my chest more than I liked--my brother wanted me to have guys drooling after me, apparently, since it was a gift from him--but it was a nice color. Very dark and plain. I'd be forgettable in the shadows.

I brushed my black and nearly bleached blond hair--the reason for my brother's nickname for me--that dripped on my shoulders. It was an untamed mess, cut into a pixie-like fashion that mad eit easier to comb. My eyes were a dark gold, like ocher.

Jeez. Ocher? Maybe I am in "Twilight."

The thought made me snort and roll my eyes. If there was a girl in there that drove a motrocycle, sucked blood, and dressed so dark teachers were afraid that she'd pull out a knife on them, then that's be me.

I looked at my face a bit, studying for any change. Sameheart-shaped, sweet face. My uneven bangs covered most of my forehead. My lips were just right, not pouty or thin. They seemed to always be curved into a sarcastic half-smile. My body wasn't one of those half-calorie, no fat, I'm-on-a-peanut-per-day-diet bodies; I wasn't thin and tiny and delicate. I was curvy and looked like I could do some damage against another girl, maybe even a guy.

But, I guess I was pretty. Guys stared at me a lot and I could smell their hormones enough to understand. But I didn't get it. What was pretty? An outer facade made by make up and clothes and a nice smile? That was how the world seemed to run today. I was more of the type of person who thought of beauty as something that comes from the inside. An honorable soul with a unique and complex attitude. That's beauty to me.

My Mom smiled at me when I told her my theory. She kissed my forehead and murmured, "You have a lot of experience for being so young, Belle. It's a gift, but it's torture to be around people who don't get your logic."

My Mom was right about a lot of things. Beauty was one of them. It's the inside, not the outside. Not that anybody would get me anyway. I'd deal with another year of watching my brother have a new girl under his arm every day, waking up to see her walk out, and dealing with my cryptic, poetic self.

I grabbed my backpack--it was a black, with a bright white full moon and a wolf howling to it artfully painted by a man my parents knew--and went downstairs. I lived with my brother. We moved out of our parents home when we were eighteen. We love our parents, but they were so in love it got too gooey sometimes. At leats I know some loves can last. They're the lucky ones.

I looked at my brother while he ate a. egg sandwich. He was a weird one. He was attractive of course, all vampires are, but in an odd way from human standards. he had pitch black hair that was grown unevenly to his neck and covered his forehead like my bangs, uneven. His eyes were a pretty citrus orange--a trait from Mom, his hair was from Dad. He was tall and skinny, not much muscle on him, but he had wire-like muscles. Thin but still there. He wore tight shirts that had weird sayings on them, with skinny jeans and his combat boots. He had an eyebrows piercing and a lip piercing. He had an earring in both ears, with a tongue piercing.

I had some minor piercings. My tongue, my ears, and my belly button. I didn't want people to see me with gaping whole is my face when it got unhooked or something.

As weird as we were, most people envied us. I didn't understand it. Immortality isn't something to lust over. We don't die. We don't grow older. We live watching people grow older and get families, but we don't get older. We go to a new school and start over again. Alumit showed no signs of his dislike of being immortal, but I didn't like it. I wasn't going to go out of my way to die by any means, but I didn't like being so young. I'm a seventeen year old who is older than people who are on their deathbed, with more concerns than worrying about what I'm going to wear to the dance or if I'm going to pass the test.

But, as usual, nobody understood this. Their too young and foolish to understand. And so... ignorant of the gifts they have.

I watched as some teenagers walked down the street chatting about some new-kids---apparently us--and if the guy way going to be cute. I sighed. So young, so ignorant of the world around you. Such a beautiful thing, to be stupid of the real world, something I have never known.

Vampires know what's going on in the world. What you're feeling, what you're doing no matter how hard you try to hide it. We know about the reason behind wildlife catastrophies, murders, horrible events everybody seems to deny. Denial, too, is a wonderful gift humans were born with. Vampires can't deny things well, since we know the truth. It's... difficult.

I ate some left-over Chinese noodles from the fridge as breakfast. No use in caring about my body, either. Can't die. I ate quickly and got some money for lunch--the school here let us go out to local fast-food joints--then sat in the car and waited for my brother.

Alumit had to have the 2010 Ferrari, while I wanted a simple Nissan Sentra. But no! He had to have a hot car that he could drive his girlfriends around in. That boy repulses me sometimes. He came out eventually--tossing me a plain black jacket since it was chilly, how thoughtful--and drove to school. He made sure to go slowly once we got in the school parking lot, making guys drool and girls giggle in excitement.

The curiosity was high in the air. I could get a very clear sense of different functions in the body--anxiety, testosterone, lovey-dovey hormones, anticipation. My brother and I exchanged a look. He made a gesture with his hand for me to show the crowd, but I shook my head. He always went fist, they paid all of their attention to him and his handsomeness. I walked away without any questions and no friends. Perfect.

Alumit seemed to not want that this time. "How about we go out at the same time? I want you to actually be noticed this time." Despite his player personality, he had his sweet moments. Like with me. His girlfriends--I called them his bed toys--only saw that whole mystery facade he put on. I was the only one he generally was nice to.

I sighed, nodded, and took a step out of the car. Girls gasped at Alumit d glared at me, guys glared at Alumit and looked at my chest.

All the schools were the same. Horomonal teenagers. Shame.

I stuck my earphones in--my jacket had those built in, luckily--and listened to Paramore's "Misery Business"

I hummed along to the song, singing so low a human couldn't hear. I felt several pairs of eyes on me, a feeling I didn't much like.

One pair of eyes seemed to feel different. Like a threat. I looked over to see a pair of dark silver, nearly black eyes peering at me with both interest and distaste. The owner of those eyes quickly turned his back to me--yes, silver-eyes was a he--and all I saw was a dark figure, jacket with the hood up, walking away from me.

I shivered, looked at my brother and his adoring fans, then smiled. It seems I just made an enemy.

At least this school interests me in some way.

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