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My Other Half	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: My Other Half - Chapter 1

Summary: Olli had a twin sister once. On the night of Till's birthday she went missing shortly after Doom was being an ass to her. Was a stranger named Richard her savior?

AN: Multiple POV’s and I have a general idea of where I want this to go.

[Oliver P.O.V.]

***The Present***

I stared at my drink in my glass, remembering a particular day in my life that will always be a sad one. A day where I was so close to having Doom stop being an asshole to my sister and having her open her eyes and see that he was only mean to her because he liked her. No, loved her. A day where I’d never cry harder than that night after discovering that my sister was missing. A day where everyone should have been content with each other. The day that ruined my family’s lives.

In my gut I knew that fateful day wasn’t going to end well by the way it started in the afternoon. I can still picture my sister, the look of disappointment on her face as she stared at me and left the movie theatre that night to go home. To this day I still feel some anger towards Christoph for breaking his promise to me of keeping his mouth shut and leaving her alone while all four of us, Till, Christoph, Myra and myself enjoyed the movie playing. Remembering that Till kicked him in the nuts after she left that night brought a small smile to my lips: the bastard deserved that. And Till, the saint that he is (yeah, right) defended my sister. He may not realize it but to this day he has always had a crush on my sister, though he just assumes it’s because he finds her adorable. Even she knew he had a crush on her but because he wasn’t that bright on how he did things back then she never encouraged it nor teased him about it.

Don’t get me wrong, I did my part later on and slapped Christoph around all night for pulling that stunt on Myra. For 2 days he was bruised because of my hand. It’s just that when he said that mean thing to her I was shocked beyond belief. Here’s this guy, one of my best friends, who claims’ to be so in love with her that it drives him insane that she doesn’t see that he obviously likes her and after all he put her through he promised to behave if I talked her into going to the movies with us. Then half way through the damn movie he has the nerve to start his shit again.

I remember that day like it was only yesterday because after Myra left the theatre, I never saw her again. And it’s been twenty years since that fateful day.

***Flashback***

I nervously tapped my bare foot as I sat in the black leather recliner, thinking about what Doom just asked me. Looking at him sitting on the couch dressed in his green T-shirt and dark blue jeans with some sneakers on and a fresh haircut in our living room I wondered why Myra never fell under his charm like most of the girls at school did. He had a nice short haircut, wasn’t that bad looking from the looks of all the girls at school, intelligent (when he chose to be), nice teeth, a good smile and to top it off he had a nice body. God that makes me sound gay doesn’t it? I blame Myra for this madness! She’s a girl after all. Then I remembered that even though she’s the smartest girl at school, for some damn reason she could never take the hint that he liked her. Maybe it was because before he started to take interest they’d been good friends and she never thought about him more than that. After a year of him hinting to her that he liked her by writing poems (secretly about her) and some other cheesy shit and her not even comprehending his signals he got fed up and started picking on her in the hopes of getting her attention. That backfired on him miserably since she started to dislike him after that.

“Please Olli, talk her into coming! I’ll do anything.” He was becoming more desperate every day now that Myra was full out avoiding him whenever he came over. If he came into a room she was in she’d leave without so much as saying a word. If she had plans to go somewhere and he ‘just so happened’ to have plans there too she’d decide they weren’t that important anyway and just lock herself up in her room. I think she’s finally had enough of his teasing from the looks of things. “Please Olli,” he begged, looking me in the eyes and showing the desperate soul that he was.

Breathing in deeply I thought about my choices in doing this favor for him before I gave him my answer. “Doom, I’m sick of you picking on her. She’s starting to avoid ME because of the fact that I hang out with you so much and that we’re friends. I know this may come as a shock to most people but my own sister is MY BEST FRIEND to the point where I know things about her that no GUY should know about a girl. And frankly, I don’t think you deserve her.” Internally I smiled at his expression of shock. Didn’t see that one coming did you Doom? You may be my best guy friend but my sister comes first.

His mouth dropped open in disbelief, opening and closing it like a fish. It’s true, he doesn’t deserve her if he can’t even man up enough to get the balls to tell her that he likes her and ask her out, at least in my opinion. “Oliver!” he argued, standing to his feet now.

I smirked. “Are you surprised? You ARE mean to her. Why should I think that you should go out with her after what you’ve put her through?” Come on Doom…give me a real reason to say yes to your ridiculous plan. Give me the truth that you have more feelings than just liking her. If you do that then maybe there is hope for you.

“BECAUSE I LOVE HER MAN!!” he shrieked, putting his hands on his face and starting to sob. And there it is: the answer I was looking for. I’d suspected he’d been in love with her for a while now but couldn’t prove it. Now he’d come clean and proven me right.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I pictured how much he will have to change that attitude of his. And then I saw the possibility that Myra might actually enjoy having him as a boyfriend one day, when he stops being mean. The entire female population the college will want her head for stealing Doom (if he can finally win her heart) but what those girls never knew was that he never picked on her to be cruel, he did it because he loved her like a mad man and from the moment he hit puberty all he really cared about was her.

The math was simple in his head: Myra is nice + Myra is a girl + Myra has a great personality + Myra being beautiful + Doom going through puberty = love and lust thrown into one mix. One time I had to physically stop him from going into my sister’s room during a sleepover because he couldn’t control his hormones. It also might have had to do with the fact that he was drinking some beers that my dad had bought for us that night. Till and I didn’t let him live it down for a month because we both knew he was embarrassed. Of course that made Myra think we were all smoking some weed because she had no clue why me and Till would make double meaning jokes to him about being a ‘ladies man’, as he’d called himself that night.

Leaning back into my seat I looked at Christoph, his face now pleading with me. I have a feeling I’m going to regret this. “This is your LAST chance. After tonight you’re on your own. I’m not losing my sister over you because you were an ass for the past 6 years and now she’s finally had enough. I’ll beg her to come under the condition that you will behave and I’ll tell her you’re not to bother her. If you two actually get along good for you, but don’t interrupt my movie damn it or I’ll kick your ass. It’s bad enough Till’s making ME pay for all of us since it’s his birthday and I don’t want to waste $9 a person because you fucked up.”

He sighed as a relieved look spread on his face. “Thanks Olli. I owe you big time.”

Oh he’s so wrong about that one. “No. You owe my sister 6 years worth of apologies and more because of your stupidity. Then you have to add on the fact that all the sluts from high school that came to our college started calling her names again that you’ve already called her and they’re meaner than YOU! You owe me nothing and her EVERYTHING,” I said sternly. I was actually getting angry the more I thought about the bitches at our school. Fucking sluts need to stay away.

Lowering his head in defeat and agreement he nodded. I almost didn’t hear him whisper, “You’re right, I do owe her everything,” because he was so quiet it was almost like he was a ghost as he thought over everything he’d ever done mean to her.

***

[Richard P.O.V.]

***Same Time In Flashback***

“I must have everything perfect for tonight. My plan will be flawless if I am to bring my wife home tonight, Lilith.” I listened in on her thoughts using my special gift of second hearing into the minds of others. She was surprised and I did not blame her for not knowing this information. Only today did I announce that I would take a wife: not a mate, not a lover, but a wife. My entire vampire mob that I called Blood Wings wanted to question me but they’re smart enough to know I’ll kill them because I don’t want to hear what they have to say. When I told them that if they were to even look at her in a way either I or she found displeasing I would stab a pole through their hearts. They didn’t deserve to be killed with my blades. If she was touched at all I’d make sure they suffered for 30 days then kill them and someone they cared about. They will not disobey me.

I continued to listen to Lilith’s thoughts of confusion; I knew that she was loyal with her life to me and that she secretly wanted me but I have no affection for her. I’d taken a mate once and she betrayed me, trying to steal my power for herself and I killed her on the spot. I’d taken a lover several hundred years later and for a short while she was very good in bed until I found that she wanted her real love to have my power and again, I killed another woman who’d tried to take what was mine and what would always be mine: my power. About 200 years later I was getting frustrated with being unable to show ‘another side’ of myself because that was simply not who I was around my followers.

To everyone that knows and obeys me I am their god; my word is rule and anything against it does not exist without death or a large price to pay. So I started looking for a woman myself, instead of letting them come to me. I found one but that did not work out well. I assume I must have killed someone she loved because she kept repeating it in her head the night she tried to kill me while in the waves of passion. I learned a good lesson from all three women: no woman would have me because either they fear me or they want my power in one way or another, especially a vampire (which they all were). So my search for someone to let me be someone else needed to change. I had to find a human who knew nothing of me or anything about the world of vampires. I need a completely loyal person who would never think to disobey me once they knew the sole reason I needed their companionship. I needed a person who experienced pain but would not retaliate: a woman who would love me for me, even if I do evil things and can’t always be perfect around her. But I would do my best because I was once human too, a long time ago. Emotions still lingers inside me to this day, even if no one can find the positive ones.

I looked at Lilith, her eyes big and confused as to why I wouldn’t choose her for a wife after 71 years of devotion and loyalty. Smiling down at her I thought about how she would be able to help the girl I’ve chosen to become familiar with our ways of life. “You’ve been very loyal to me, Lilith. That’s why I’m promoting you to being my wife’s servant when she arrives. Her needs are your duty to fulfill. Make her happy, relaxed. If she wishes to go somewhere you take her, with my approval of course. Your pay will increase as well as a choice in a vehicle so don’t look too sad. The frown on your face makes you appear ugly. So enjoy your job…” I trailed off as I looked out into the sunset through the tinted window, thinking about the perfect woman for me. Thinking of the first time I’d seen her.

***Flashback in Flashback***

I knew instantly that she was beautiful the moment I saw her in that crowded theatre 2 years ago when I decided to go out for some dinner/a good time, but she wasn’t the only beautiful girl there. I remember there being plenty of beautiful women that day. Sun block does wonders for vampires. Many women caught my eye as I scanned through the stock of them, wondering who would be lucky enough to become my means of sexual desire for the night as well as my meal. I laid eyes upon a dark skinned woman who was luscious and I had almost gone to her until I heard the sweetest voice speak out like a siren and I the sailor had to listen to her call.

Looking in the direction my sensitive ears had heard her I saw that a beautiful teenager stood in front of the men’s bathroom talking to some guy who was maybe 3 times her size. She had light brown hair and green eyes. She was speaking to the big guy and for a moment I wondered if he was her bodyguard because of his massive size. She spoke again. “Till, why am I here again? We both know that Christoph is just going to be an ass and say something rude and mean to me like he’s done for the past 4 years.”

The giant known as Till looked down at her like he was going to pout. Then a smile appeared on his face. “Because you enjoy my good company and its my birthday and you have to be my slave for the entire day and because you’re my bestest friend?” Their height difference was amazing, he was about a foot taller than her because she looked around five feet two inches and he looked over six feet tall. Is HE her boyfriend? He must make her feel tiny.

She shook her head smirking, a light drift of her scent flew my way and I groaned in pleasure for she smelled sweeter than a ripe fruit. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday and that I promised you I’d be your slave for a day if you were mine on my birthday.” So he was merely a friend? Interesting… “Where is that twin of mine Till?” She has a twin? There’s two of her?!

“Masturbating?” he said immediately. My eyes nearly popped out as I heard him say that out loud in public instead of just thinking such crude words.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. He’s probably jerking off in the bathroom to that blonde he saw before he had to ‘go take a piss’.” Now I raised my eyebrow at her crudeness and the fact that her twin was obviously a boy, not a girl. Teenagers these days, even girls are strange now that the mortal world is fucked up.

The boy known as Till started smirking as he gazed down at her. Gathering from his thoughts he seemed to adore her, even have a crush on her and was definitely NOT her boyfriend…though he would not mind it. Secretly he worshiped her for her undying loyalty to her twin brother Oliver and kindness, even when others were not kind to her. Her name was Myra. “I have to give you credit woman, if you hadn’t promised to wait for his ass I’d have dragged you into that movie and demand that we make out!”

“And hearing Olli’s cries of grossness and attempt to hurt you for putting your lips on my mouth have NOTHING to do with that?”

“Nope.”

“Liar,” she called him out in her sweet, teasing voice. Instantly I chose her for my meal as well as company. Maybe I’d even keep her around for a few days; she was turning me on quite easily.

Looking into her thoughts I saw that she was an honest girl, never did anything bad and even gave up some things that she’s wanted in life for other people’s greedy ways. It was a shock for me to see how unselfish she was.

A tall man came out of the bathroom and had a smile on his face. One thought passed through my head. ‘He’s fucking tall…’ Damn, he’s taller than ME! I watched as he came up behind Myra and grabbed her, kissing her smooth cheek from behind and tainting it with his saliva. I wanted to kill him. He was kissing something that was MINE! NO ONE kisses what’s mine.

“Oliver! Stop slobbering me or I’ll tell mom!” my siren yelled to him. I’d stopped my feet from moving. I hadn’t even realized that I’d moved in their direction, ready to rip his head off and claim what was mine. “If you don’t stop slobbering me I’ll ask Till to stomp on your foot.”

“Sissy, you know you love my kisses.”

“Not when you use that tongue to slobber me with your bad breath and saliva!”

Widening my eyes at the two I contemplated what I saw. THIS guy was her twin. He was over a foot taller than her. I’d never seen twins with such a height difference, even fraternal twins. Her sweet laughter brought me out of my trance that I was in. She was laughing at how her twin brother and Till were slapping each other around for some silly reason.

Then I saw him for the first time: Christoph. The bastard was heading in the direction of my siren and immediately she saw him, her face turning grim as he stood next to her when he approached. The thoughts that swarmed in that boy’s head were confusing, even for me. He was plotting his next insult to get her attention, but hoped that she wouldn’t feel bad when he said it. He wanted her for himself but didn’t know how to stop being an asshole and find a way to see if she’d return his affections. ‘Don’t be stupid. Try and be nice to her tonight. Complement on her shirt.’ He’d whispered in his head. “You do know that that shirt is baggy, right. It makes you look almost as large as Till and he’s fat.”

I nearly killed him right there. That stupid punk just fucking called her fat! His first thought was ‘Oh shit. That was stupid! STUPID! Stupid mouth!’

Her thoughts, on the other hand, were frustrating and more calming, making me wonder what she was going to do. ‘Breathe…just breathe Myra, he’s not worth a good insult.’ “Well it’s green and I happen to like green and baggy. And if I just happen to look like Till I’ll just assume it’s because he’s my real twin and Olli just got switched at the hospital with him.”

Oliver’s attention returned to Myra. “HEY!” he spoke up, “That’s not funny!”

“Yeah it is,” Till replied, smirking behind his hand. “Hey, Myra, if I’m your real brother does that mean I can slap Olli around for slobbering all over you?” he laughed.

“And everybody ignores me why?” the asshole wondered. He mentally kept beating himself up for his insult.

“Because you suck Doom. And stop being mean to Myra. It’s MY birthday and I get to rule all you bitch’s today. Except you Myra, you’re queen bitch. I’ll ask you nicely.”

“Awe, Till, you’re so thoughtful. And that’s why I don’t charge you for tutoring you for school shit,” she smiled and hugged the large man.

“Great. Lets go! Doom, you’re buying!” Till yelled over his shoulder at Christoph as he led Myra away. Apparently the asshole has a stupid nickname.

“What?! I bought last time!”

“My birthday, bitch, so my rules! And that’s what you get for calling me and Myra fat!”

The bickering continued all the way until they entered the crowded movie, where I did not follow. I was still entranced by the girl named Myra that I decided to leave her be for the time being, keeping a close eye on her until I decided if she was the one I was looking for instead of just a good meal and a good time.

***Regular Flashback***

Two years I’d watched that beautiful girl mature even more into the woman she was today. I watched her graduate high school and even start at a community college in furthering her career. Apparently she’d wanted to continue her education just a little closer to home, mostly because she wasn’t quite ready to move on to going to a farther college. That and she wanted to be near what little friends she had.

Two years I resisted the urge to take her and claim her as mine, personally. Normally I don’t make my servants; I get them as either wanderers or prisoners of war. This time I was willing to give my blood and make her truly mine, make my blood run through her veins. It’d be not only the marking of a true master and servant, but for me it would be the marking of our marriage. Hundreds of my servants and slaves would do anything for a taste of my blood because of the promise of some of my strength and knowledge being passed on. I will willingly give it to her to show my devotion to the perfect creature that she is. I willingly give my blood to the woman I love.

Two years seems like a lot to a human, to a vampire who’s lived as long as I have it means little. Yet I studied her like as if she was the bible and I the holy man. Time seemed to both slow down and speed up as I watched the interactions between her family, friends and her. As for her now ex-friend Christoph, whom she’s so wonderfully gotten fed up with to the point of ignoring him completely, has finally reached her boiling point. He’s now public enemy #1 to her, especially after the last stunt his so called ‘slutty followers’ did to her. I’m not going to go into detail about that though.

The point is that it is exactly 2 years to the day I first laid eyes on that beautiful creature and now I am positive she’s exactly what I’ve been looking for, exactly what I need. As I’ve said before, I need her. The man in me, the human, whom I’ve buried deep inside with no windows to view the outside with only the dark cellar as his tomb and companion, has finally started dread upon my soul and it is annoying and infuriating. His loneliness is seeping into me and it makes my undead heart ache for simple but true affection. For the touch of a woman would see my weakness and heal me inside, heal the broken man inside me, calm his sorrow and soothe his rage. To anyone else, he will remain silent as I’ve always kept him but to her he will cry and let her hold him in her arms. To her he and I will become one once more and we will care for her in return for her affections.

I guess secretly I’m a romantic, or at least the other side of me is to come up with all that. But nonetheless it’s true. When I have Myra as my wife tonight, I will finally free myself and show her my undying love, for even demons like myself have the passion of it. One only needs to find the right person to share it with.

I look away from the window I’ve been gazing at and find that Lilith has left me to my thoughts in peace. Truly she is a good and loyal servant, but she does not satisfy the man inside me. Only the siren who had given him the power to make him stronger against my constant rule of our body will satisfy him for all the wonderful things that she is: loyal, loving, adaptive, emotionally strong, sweet, nice, courageous, generous, thoughtful and knows how to keep her anger in check. All the things my other self needs are all in my Myra.

Rolling my eyes at my own thoughts I realize that I’ve referred to myself as two people when I know damn well that there is only me and my bipolar attitude. Making myself seem like two people just makes things interesting, even though it makes perfect sense in my head. Smirking, I left my office in search for a light snack to start off my plans for the evening that would result in possibly the tamed ache of my dead heart.

***

[Myra P.O.V.]

***Same Time In Flashback***

Olli is going to DIE. I don’t care how; I just know he’s going to die. HOW THE FUCK COULD HE DO THIS TO ME? He tricked me! No, scratch that: he got Till to trick me. I hate our slave game. Sure it was fun for the last several years of our teenage years but for fucks sake, we’re 19! Ok, having slaves on birthdays is pretty fun but its just not fair when its being used against me after I’ve told both Till and Olli I want nothing to do with Christoph. I’ve finally put my foot down and am acting as if there never was any Christoph ‘Doom’ Schneider. The Christoph I knew a long time ago is gone and had turned into a fucking asshole.

Poor Till, if he wasn’t so dim I’d fucking slap him for actually taking Olli’s advice on inviting that ‘king of the sluts’ asshole to come with us to the movies. I should fucking hit Olli right now, but I know he’s only trying to be a good friend to the prick, who surprisingly is just as nice back to him. Till…what the hell am I thinking? I can’t hurt him! Well…not that I could physically but he’s only trying to have a good time on his birthday before I move to live with Aunt Engel for the next year.

Aunt Engel’s kind of old and needs help getting around her house and I’m even getting paid to help take care of her. Who knows, I may even enjoy helping Aunt Engel enough to stay longer so that Uncle Drake doesn’t have to move in with her. She always did say that he snored so loud that she could hear him from two floors above away.

But anyway, Till just wants to have a good birthday and I’m happy to give him one more time of my slavery for a day before I leave for a long time, if not for good. But Olli is SO GOING TO DIE. That’s why I’m giving him the death glare right now and he’s looking at me as if he’s actually afraid. “Myra I PROMISE on my life that he’s going to behave. I made him SWEAR that he’ll leave you alone all night. It’ll be as if he isn’t even there.”

“But he will be there. And you know as well as I do that that jerk can’t keep his mouth shut for one minute in my presence without some sort of bullshit about me being ‘too smart’ or ‘too nerdy’ or even ‘to uptight’ or whatever the hell comes out of his mouth that’s just rude.”

“He WILL be good. I swear on mom and dad’s lives as well as mine that he will not say anything mean the whole night.”

I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. Olli has never broken a promise to me so far, even if some of his ‘plans’ have been twisted around before, but he never broke a promise. I figured that I could take him on his word this last time before I move to Aunt Engel’s after the semester is over, but there’s going to be more at stake than just me accepting any promises from him in the future. I opened my eyes and stared at his even though I had to look up. Sometimes it was kind of weird looking into eyes that were exactly like mine. “Olli….this is the last time. But if he so much as says one small thing out of order other than ‘please pass the popcorn’ not only am I going to move to Aunt Engel’s house when school’s out for the summer, I’m never calling you the whole time I’m there. In fact, you can forget that you even have a sister until you realize just how much I can’t stand him anymore and how much he’s actually hurt me.”

“He never laid a hand on you,” he whispered, though we both know that wasn’t what I was talking about.

“But words are strong too Olli, and I can only take so much abuse before it starts affecting more than just me.”

“If you only knew, Myra…” he trailed off. I didn’t bother to ask what he was referring to since the devil himself along with Till came out of the bathroom we’d been standing in front of.

“Myra, you have only one job from the master tonight.”

“No I will not make out with you in the middle of the bloody death scene just to piss the people behind us off Till.”

“NO! Not that, silly! You have to hold my popcorn and candy and serve me when I need refreshments,” he said, taking a sip of his coke to emphasize his point. “Then you mother me after the mess has been made and clean up after me.”

“Don’t I do that anyway?” I asked, remembering last night when he came over for dinner and I practically mothered him because a) he’s just so much like a teddy bear and b) a dirty Till means a bigger mess when he tries to clean himself up when he’s had spaghetti.

“Only because I like it when your hands are all over me and it makes Olli barf. Speaking of, Tall man, go buy the tickets!”

“Will you stop-fuck it, I give up. It’s not my fault that I’m 6 foot 7 inches….” He mumbled as he walked off to buy our tickets. Sometimes Olli really hated being tall because Till came up with ridiculous names for him.

I looked at Till as if waiting for him to give me more orders. He looked right back, sipping his drink until he realized it was empty. He had a frown on his face as he shook it, trying to magically make more soda appear. “Want me to get you some more?” I offered. I had enough cash to buy him a new soda since I wasn’t buying the tickets this time.

Continuing to look at and shake his drink he shook his head. “Nah, I’ll go fill it up myself. I want them to mix some of that new soda I saw anyway.”

With that he left me there. Alone. With the asshole of the past six years. Why was I being tortured? Did I do something bad in a past life to earn humiliation for six years and now to be stuck alone with the very essence of my suppressed anger? It wasn’t my fault that dad had put old cooking oil in the honey jar and I accidently gave it Olli on his toast this morning! I starred at the ceiling, hoping that this torture would end soon. Even being near him was driving me nuts now because I always expect something to come out of that stupid mouth of his and its never good. “Nice shoes.”

Quickly I looked around for the source of the complement. I didn’t see anyone around close enough for me to hear. Maybe I was just losing my mind. Looking at my shoes I had to agree with my imagination that they were pretty nice. Olli had finally found a pair of green and black converse for me and gave them to me yesterday. “The colors match nicely with my socks,” I mumbled a reply, thinking of what I could say to myself now.

“Are they new Myra?”

Jerking my head at Doom I widened my eyes at him and leaned slightly away. Apparently I wasn’t going nuts. “You said that?”

“Yeah…who’d you think said it?” he asked confusedly. Surprisingly it didn’t sound like he was being sarcastic about it. It was kind of scaring me.

“I thought I was hearing things…” I answered slowly.

“And you answered thinking that?” he asked, again not in a mean tone. Yes, he’s starting to scare me now.

I looked at him skeptically. Maybe he was just trying to mess around with my head. He’s done it before, he’s had some bitch come up to me and pretend to want to be my friend only to have her backstab me by cutting my hair during a sleepover while I was sleeping in high school. Then she told me that I was so weird and nerdy that it was no wonder why Doom made fun of me and that he should praise her on fucking up my hair and dying it green…the joke was kind of on her considering that I like green. But still, he had no right to get her to do something like that. The bitch still makes comments about my ‘fungus hair’ considering she now goes to the college we go to. What did I ever do to him to deserve his undying attention for hurtful comments and even some occasions where his ‘fan-girls’ did things in his honor.

He still waited for me to answer, a hesitant look on his face. I might as well find out what his game plan is so I can get it over with. “What you want Mr. Wiseguy?” I asked, referring back the nickname I gave him because he’s irritated me so much.

For once in a long time, he actually looked confused as to why I was asking him this. “What do you mean?”

“You never say anything nice unless it means something bad. What? You going to tell me how stupid my shoes really are and that they belong in the trash. Or that its stupid of me to still like green after what happened in high school with my hair?” This is a first, I’ve never taken the offensive. Cool it girl. The therapist said to breathe before I act out.

“NO! I was just saying that they’re nice shoes! I mean, I know you’ve been looking for a pair like that for a long time and its cool that you finally found them. I mean, you’ve been wanting a pair of shoes like that since the 7th grade, right?”

I had no words. I can honestly say I was shocked that he’d remember something like that. And that he actually sounded truthful. Scrunching my eyes at him I stepped a little closer to him. “You actually remember that? Why would you remember something as silly as that?”

He had a sheepish grin on his face. “The other day when I was with Till at the mall we went inside the shoe store because he needed a new pair of boots and I saw them and I remembered that you’d been looking for them for years. I asked the owner of the store how long he’d had them and he’d said that they’d just came in a month ago but they weren’t selling so he was going to return them…so I bought them for you. You know…as an apology for how I’ve acted. I told Olli to say they were from him because I figured you’d never even be in the same room with me if I tried to give them to you.”

I looked at my wonderful shoes and back at him. He’d never done anything like that for me before. Whenever he gave me something it was always a gag present, usually telling me to ‘lighten up you nerd’ on the card. “You…bought me these?”

“Ja…I did. I mean…for old times’ sake right? You know..before all the name calling and, uh, stuff.”

I think I nearly cried. But thank god Olli came back, tickets in his hands and saving me from an awkward situation. My therapist said that if things ever became ‘good’ between me and Doom that I shouldn’t ignore it, but she never said anything about solving the awkwardness that comes with it. “Ok, I got the tickets. Where’s Till?”

“I’m right behind you Olli! You’re soooo tall that you can’t see me now?” Instantly he appeared right behind my brother as if from thin air. I didn’t even see him coming our way.

“Will you stop with the tall jokes? I got our damn tickets so can we just go and watch the movie before the good seats are taken?”

Surprisingly there was no argument to that and we all headed into the crowded theatre. We were lucky to find four seats next to each other. Surprise, surprise…guess who I had to sit next to? But the funny part was that he was silent through half the movie, only occasionally asking for some popcorn since it was my duty to hold it for Till and feed him.

And being the fool that I was, I actually believed that he wasn’t going to bother me like Olli said. Until he opened his mouth up during the middle of the movie. “So you’re not even going to say thank-you to me for getting the pair of shoes you’ve practically dreamed of? Well I know not to expect any forms of thanks from you in the future considering that you’re an ungrateful bitch. No wonder you have no girl friends to hang around.” He said it so smoothly like he didn’t have to think hard to come up with it.

I snapped. I should have seen it coming but I was a fool to believe that maybe there was a part of him that was truly sorry for the things he’d done and said to me. Sorry that he made my life hell whenever he was around and even when he wasn’t one of his fan-girls that he hung out with made sure to pick up his slack. But being the nice person that I am, I actually believed his apology instead of originally following my instinct to know that the whole conversation earlier was a joke. And the joke was defiantly on me.

I stood up quickly and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. Then I took Till’s soda from his hands that he was drinking and opened the lid and poured it all over Doom’s head, doing the same with the popcorn. Then I took off my once lovely pair of shoes and threw them at his head, aiming perfectly. “You can take your fucking shoes back. I don’t want ANYTHING to do with you,” I growled in anger.

So I ran out of that theatre, barefoot but not caring about the ground. When I was two blocks away I made sure that none of the guys had followed me. Once I knew they weren’t behind me I finally noticed my sore feet. I must have stepped on a rock or two because they hurt like a bitch. Breathing deeply I opened up my purse that was large enough to hold a pair of my flip flops and a bunch of other nick-knacks (which were in there for multipurpose) I quickly took my socks off and put them on, thanking my mother for reminding me to bring my purse with me.

Putting my socks in my purse I started walking my way home, taking a dark alley that was a shortcut versus going 3 blocks around. I knew it wasn’t a very smart idea to take this route but I just wanted to get home fast and go to bed. Fuck waiting until the semester ends, I’m going to Aunt Engel’s house as soon as I catch a bus tomorrow to the train station.

It was starting to get cold. The hairs on my arms were standing at full alert, and I wasn’t too sure it was just the weather either. My thoughts were correct when I saw a tall dark figure step out from one of the small turn-off’s inside this alley that led to different streets. The only light on this alley was right above me and I stopped my walking as he seemed to notice me and slowly walk towards me.

Oh great. I’ve probably just ran into a serial killer. WONDERFUL Myra.

He came closer until he was right under the light with me. ‘Oh lord, he’s a mass murderer I bet. Please don’t be some crazy killer. Damn he’s cute with a nice face and cool spikes in his hair. DAMNIT! It’s always the cute guys in those movies that are the ones that hack up those teens and keep their bodies in like a cellar or something... I have GOT to stop watching so many movies with Olli. He may not even be some crazy killer, he might be lost. He doesn’t look like anyone I’ve seen in town before anyway.’

“Do you have a light?” he asked me, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pants and putting one in his mouth. Looking into those crystal blue eyes I pulled the lighter I kept for Olli’s smokes out and light it for him. I’d been asked many times why I kept a lighter but no cigarettes. People usually laughed when I told them it was because my brother always loses his. Keeping his eyes on mine he leaned forward, lips holding the cancer stick, and lightly took one of his hands to keep the flame from going out as he inhaled to light it. “Thanks,” he said, a puff of smoke following his words.

“You’re welcome,” I said in quiet voice. I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or from being embarrassed at myself for just doing as he said without so much as a rational thought. Mentally shaking myself I put the lighter back inside and continued moving forward.

“You know it is dangerous for a young woman to walk a dark alley at night right?” the stranger asked.

Turning my head back around I gave him a polite smile, still walking away. “I know. It’s not that big of an alley anyway.”

“Why don’t I walk you down the rest of the way?” he offered, sounding sincere. “At least to the end of this alley. I’ll even stand ten feet away if it makes you feel more comfortable. I’d hate to leave a nice girl like you to walk all by yourself down here. My mother always taught me to offer a lady some company when she looks like she needs it.”

As I stared into his eyes I couldn’t help but feel he was being honest with me. I didn’t feel walking down the alley alone anyway. So I accepted. “Ok. You don’t have to stand ten feet away though. You might need another light, considering that this is kind of a long alley.”

The handsome guy smiled almost seductively and I couldn’t control the blush that came to my face. I have to admit…this the first time someone other than family or friends smiled at me like that and it felt kind of nice. Maybe it was because I’m dressed up nicely tonight. “I’m Richard by the way,” he said smoothly, sticking his hand out like a gentleman.

“Myra,” I replied and took his hand, intending to shake it. Quickly lifting my hand and kissing the back of it let me notice that he was cold. He should be, the man was only wearing some black jeans and a black T-shirt. I didn’t question him on his choice of clothing for the chilling weather. I myself only wore a tan dress shirt and some blue jeans with my flip flops.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he whispered, ghost-like breath going over my hand as he spoke.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, looking into his eyes, I felt completely safe with him. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

He released my hand and started walking with me in the direction I was going. For a few minutes we said nothing to each other but we kept looking at the other and smiling lightly. He was the first to break the silence. “So why are you walking alone, if you don’t mind me asking.”

I didn’t mind at all. My therapist said talking about things helps. Another reason to hate Doom: he made it to where I have to go to therapy now. “I don’t mind. I’m walking alone because its my friends’ birthday and one of my ex-friends was there…” and so I told him all the little details that led up to the point where I met him. Richard listened attentively as I spilled my guts to him about the whole night. He seemed to be honestly interested in what I had to say. “And then I ran into you,” I finished off.

“Well you had all the right to do that to him. I would have done something a little different but that’s just me and I have my own taste for revenge.”

“But I’m not really a vengeful person. I’ve just been holding a lot of my frustration in for the past 6 years.”

“Why?”

“Because I-I just don’t like making a scene…or causing trouble. He’s always been mean for the past 6 years and I just honestly thought he’d have changed since he did something so nice. But it was all just a joke. I bet he conned my brother into giving the shoes to me and made him believe that he was being honest. I guess I was just hoping that maybe the boy I knew as a kid was still in there…somewhere.” I hadn’t noticed but we’d reached the end of the alley. Now we had to part and go our separate ways. I kind of didn’t want to but I knew I should go to bed. “Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye. It was wonderful meeting you Richard. Thank you for being so chivalrous as to escort me to my destination.”

Looking in his eyes again I had the urge to do something brave and outgoing, completely different than anything I’ve done before. So I did it. “I hope I’m not giving you the wrong idea, but this is my form of a thank you.” Standing next to him I leaned in and lightly kissed his chilled lips, closing my eyes.

This was the second kiss I’d gotten in my life from a guy and it felt way better than the first. The first was when me and Till were 11 and we were questioning what the big deal was with a first kiss. So we agreed that if we got it out of the way there wouldn’t be such a big fuss about it when we grew up. Sad to say that we did kiss each other but ended up bumping our noses bad enough to bruise. At least mine bruised.

Pulling away and opening my eyes I saw that he’d closed his as well, a smile on his face. But when he opened his eyes, I couldn’t seem to move a muscle. As I tried to move my body to leave I saw his eyes change color, darkening from the light blue to black. I could feel my heart beating erratically, my fear rising up as I realized something immediately: Richard was not human. When he spoke this time, his voice had seemed to double. “Oh Myra, don’t be afraid. I’m here for you. I’m here to take all your pain away. Take all your sorrows and make them disappear. You’ll never have to be victim to anyone’s cruelty again.” As he spoke I had noticed that his fangs were growing. Holy shit: think I would have fainted if my body would let me.

My body may not have been able to move but my breathing sure as hell quickened the closer his face came back to mine. He held his gaze on me, his face giving a slight frown. “Don’t worry Myra, I could never hurt you. I love you. And no, I’m not crazy. I can indeed hear your thoughts. I know all I need to know about you, more than you think I know.” Those cold hands touched my neck, feeling the warmth that possessed it. In my head I was screaming for help. Screaming to god why I was being put in front of this monster-this vampire as his meal. “This is going to hurt a little bit but only this one time. After this, you’ll never feel pain like it again. I swear.” By now his nose was smelling my throat, his tongue was licking my jugular. I was too scared to feel anything but fear. With a quick bite, he bit into my flesh and I could do nothing as he somehow possessed my body to remain still. The pain was excruciating and mentally I was kicking and screaming and begging for him to let go, if he could truly hear my thoughts.

Feeling the life drain from me I thought about all the things he’s said. He can read minds. He wants to take my pain and sorrows away. He knows more than what I’ve let on. That means he’s been watching me, hunting me. He thinks he loves me. I think I’ve finally lost my mind because how could any of this be real?

Just as I was about to black out from the blood loss he pulled his handsome face away from mine, my blood smeared all over it. His eyes were now red as they bore into mine. Seeing so much emotion in them I couldn’t help but continue to stare of my own free will this time. “I won’t let you die. I do love you, and you’re going to learn to love me too. We’ll have eternity together as husband and wife. And I make this promise to you right now: I’ll never break a promise to you, and I’ll never force myself on you after your change.”

With that said he released my body from its invisible constraints and he caught me as I fell to the ground. Laying me in his arms I realized how weak and dry my throat felt after the assault on it. Biting his wrist quickly he let blood flow from his veins and forced that blood down my throat, making me nearly choke on it if he hadn’t kept my mouth and throat open wide enough.

As my conscience drifted off, I heard him whispering into my ear as he petted my hair. “I’ll never force myself on you again, Myra. I’ve waited for you my 1700 years of undead life and I love you more than you could imagine.”

AN: Well, that’s the prologue…or chapter 1 I should say… Comments?
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