Aaron’s verison of is so much more flowing than Ameilia's. And he’s having so much more emotion, going back into their years before. It makes me want to write all of this in such a way. But no! I’m not going to. I like Ameilia better. –Convinced self of that-

Gah. I think as I continued the story, I started to solidify Aaron’s character and speech, so it sounds kind of odd, like it changes over the course of the story. I also couldn’t really find a way to describe the, awkward scene in the middle, so sorry that it’s really weird….

Also, thanks to Patriot, who helped me with this fic! I reeeeeeally appreciate it!

I normally don’t put this, but I feel kind of insecure with this fic so… I’d prefer no disses on plot or anything…. Please, cause I know that this is unoriginal…. DDDD: I just really feel uncomfortable with the style and idea, so no flames or nothing.

Title: Vampires Are Completely Terrifying
Fandom: None
Rating: K+
Warnings: I hope this is more, flowing than the first time I tried….
Summary: Expect the unexpected.

When I met Ameilia in 9th grade English class on the first day of school, the first thing she said to me was, ‘You have such an odd way of speaking!’ I burned with anger towards her for the next period, after all, what a hypocrite she was! Any normal person would have said, ‘You talk funny’, but instead she dragged out her sentence.

Ameilia was overall plain though. She had incredibly deep blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. She was always a chalky pale colour, despite living in Florida for the past year. (She also reported later that year, she’d never been sunburned.) She was quiet yet intelligent, easily keeping up with me and sometimes beyond. Yet she had a hidden temper that rarely snapped, but it would be a fury of anger when it did. And she also had an unhealthy obsession with tomato juice.

But what I never would have believed, after 2 years of knowing Ameilia and getting into her odd lifestyle, was that she had more to tell. The truth that she was about to uncover on the 22nd of April would change my life forever. It changed her, it changed my thoughts, and it changed the future.

Ameilia called my house around 8 am, she knew my family was a bunch of light sleepers, a ray of sunshine and we were awake. I figured that she simply wanted to work on the history project that was due next Tuesday. What I got was much more surprising.

I walked into her constantly dark house. To be quiet honest, I had gotten used to her and her father’s odd way of life. Her father was very precise about how things worked in his house and nobody ever broke the rules. Not even Ameilia during her rebellious state during the middle of sophomore year.

“Ameilia?” I called out into the house. It echoed like it normally did. Back 2 years ago I would shudder every time I walked into her house. The house had this haunting feeling about it. It was always dark, empty, and cold.

“I’m in the living room Aaron.” She responded in her feathery light voice. It was sometimes just as beautiful as an orchestra.

What I expected, again, was nothing like the reality. I expected that our project be laid out with the little decorated pieces of paper that she spent all night working on. I doubted that she ever slept at times.

Instead, of our project, I saw Ameilia sprawled out amongst the couch, with her legs spread out, one on the floor and the other on the top of the couch. She stared at her hands as she played with a lock of her hair. Her father, William sat in the antique chair across the room. The scene looked a little too comfortable from her side and a little too stiff from his.

The silence was unbearable, “So, Ameilia, do you want to put together that board about Lewis and Clark’s journey?”

Ameilia sighed like I’d never heard before. It was big and deep; and very unlike her. She turned her head to face me, which is when I saw her face. She was full of emotions I couldn’t comprehend, much less read.

There was a bright smile across her face, she was glad to see me after I had gone on vacation to Denver to visit relatives for Easter. Her eyes on the other hand vividly wrote all her other emotions out like ink on paper. The fear flickering through them (In 2 years of knowing Ameilia, she was never afraid. This made me nervous.) and the sadness that overwhelmed them. Her brow furrowed in thought and determination. From before though, her voice indicated that she was overall happy.

“Let’s, not work on the history today. I’ve finished it already anyways.” This only increased my worry. As much as she loved working, she hated working alone. She told me many times it reminded her of the first few weeks of school.

“Ameilia, is something going on here?” The words could barely be choked out. She was acting awkward and her father had this intent look on his face. I felt like I was being cornered by her family.

“Of course not Aaron, why would you think that?” Her voice was yet again happy, but she showed none of it. Even her smile had faded away as she sat up finally.

“It’s just, that.” I didn’t even know exactly what it was myself. It felt weird being here, like I was an unwelcome guest. Ameilia got up and walked around me before I could turn around in a circle to face her. I looked at her in disbelief, how did she get there so quickly…

“Aaron, please. Take a seat.” Now her voice reflected that of a child, begging for something desperately. I never seen anybody change their emotions this much before and in such a short time.

The next thing I realized was being on the couch that she had just been sitting a mere second ago. She had me pinned against the couch, her hands on either side of my head. She rested her head in between the left side of my head and her right hand.

I felt awkward, scared, and confused. I had no idea what she was thinking. “Please don’t think I’m crazy.” Her voice was still that of the child’s as she whispered that in my ear. It was in such a soft tone I thought I had imagined it. Only the twinkle that had replaced all the sorrow in her eyes assured me it was true.

I couldn’t pin point what expression was on my face. So many were running through my mind, I couldn’t tell exactly which one my face showed.

“Well, you know how, weird my family is.” She paused. Waiting for me to answer, I simply nodded before she continued, “We have a good reasoning for it.”

I stared at her, she knew I wasn’t about to reply out of free will, “Um. What’s your reason?” My voice was awkward. I felt like it was hollow, to help keep my real emotions hidden.

It was the first time I’d heard William talk today. “We’re not.” He paused, his voice was deep and dark, different than the happy tone he usually took, “We’re not exactly, human.” When William stood up, I saw his face was hard and serious.

My laugh was awkward and out of place. It was to fill up the dead air while I tried to operate my brain. This didn’t make any sense, it wasn’t April Fools Day and there was no reason to play a trick on me today.

“William’s not lying.” Ameilia said sternly. Never before had she called him by his first name. She must have either been incredibly mad at me, or incredibly defensive of him.

I tried to speak, but no words came out at first. My worries hadn’t settled with the news. I still couldn’t tell if they were serious or if they were playing a joke on me. They were amazing actors after all. I swallowed and cleared my throat before I tried again, “Then what exactly are you?”

“Vampires.” Ameilia whispered so softly I barely heard her. Had I not been shot down for the last time I laughed, I would have laughed again. They had to be joking right?

“That doesn’t make logical sense at all.” I stated simply under my breath.

“Let me prove it to you.” She pressed the back of her hand to my cheek. It was ice cold. The sudden temperature shocked me, and it must have caused me to jerk away with her hand still in mid air.

“Ameilia? Are you feeling alright? You feel like you’re made of ice!” I said quick and panicky but with caution.

She let out a soft chuckle, “Aaron. I feel perfectly fine because I Always feel like this. I have no internal temperature because I have no beating heart.” She made everything seem like it was simple to understand. She made it seem like it was completely normal to be a vampire.

I on the other hand was not about to give in, “You know that by my logical standards, the fact that your hands feel like stone means nothing to me. I need to have more proof. I need to know that you’re a vampire and not just a zombie.”

Ameilia shot a look at her father, a warning look perhaps. He seemed to understand, walking out of the room and returning in a moment’s time with a fresh glass of tomato juice.

William walked over to me while Ameilia walked to the other side of the room. “Trust both of us; you will not be in danger.”

I opened my mouth to question what he meant, because of how lost I was. Before I had a chance to though, I felt my hand being jerked upwards and a sharp pain running from my hand to my head. William had just slashed my finger with a knife. The wound wasn’t deep, but it bled quickly. The blood immediately gathering at the wound until it formed one single drop.

Everything slowed down at that moment, I heard a faint sound that seemed like a growl. I looked up from my bleeding finger to see Ameilia, her blue eyes now turning a dark vivid shade of red. Her face, although she was still ice cold, was flushed as though she was excited. Her breathing was uneven and noisy; something it never was with her. But the sound that mimicked a growl scared me the most out of everything.

It was less than a blur, but suddenly in a blink, William was restraining Ameilia who was still trying to push him out of the way so that she could attack me. Had I not been scared to beyond death, I would have run. But nothing in my body would work, I had trouble breathing.

“Aaron.” William’s voice snapped me out of my dazed trance. How could he be so calm about this!? “Had me that glass on the table.” His eyes darted to the glass of tomato juice.

My hand shook. To the point that I spilled some of it on the carpet. I attempted to apologize, but no words came out of my mouth; just a dry passing of air. William easily gave her the juice, which she took no resistance to.

The moment it was gone, her breathing stopped completely. I didn’t know if she had just stopped on her own, or if she had somehow choked on her juice. The sharp glare she was wearing vanished and her eyes returned to their normal blue colour.

She blinked a few times, before realizing exactly where she was. “Aaron?” Her voice squeaked, like she was scared of me or something. Wow was she ever backwards. She looked towards her father with a look of fear on her face.

He mumbled something into her ear which I was uncertain of, only knowing that it somehow comforted her. She seemed to remember what she had done minutes ago that seemed more like years ago.

I wanted to speak, I wanted to scream, I wanted to run. But nothing in my body would seem to listen to my mind, they were frozen with fear.

“Aaron. I promise I won’t hurt you.” The words came from her, but they didn’t seem to register in my head. It was mere instinct to back away when Ameilia walked over to me. Again William muttered something that stopped her.

“Please.” My voice croaked, quiet and uneven, “Please leave me alone.” My eyes locked onto hers. I saw the pain and the hurt that was filling in them, “I- I promise I won’t- that I won’t tell anybody. Just please. Leave me alone.”

My legs did not run home fast enough. My loud entrance and slamming of my door obviously tipped off that I was not in a good mood.

I wasn’t lucky enough to have an older brother, but I did have an older sister. When my parents were busy or they simply didn’t want to bother with my life problems, they would send her.

“Hey Aaron, what’s up with the door slamming?” My sister’s name was Elizabeth, she was plain like me, with her dorky glasses and her flat brunette hair.

“Lizzie, have you ever felt like you’ve been deceived, and you want to do something to that person, but you can’t?” I really felt like an idiot acting like this, Ameilia is my best friend. Or at least she was.

“Of course I have! Well. Actually, I myself haven’t, but it happens all the times in books!” Elizabeth said proudly. She was a legend in our school library. She had read every book in the library before she had finished freshman year. This was why all her advice was based on books she had read before.

“So what do you do?” I asked trying to sound as obvious as I could. Like I expected the answer as a continuation of my first question.

“You ignore them.”

Cooool.

I love the way you described everything<3

More soon Arii

Excellent work Ari! Well written!

It's greathow you based it on the twilight vamps. I love it!
More!

No. This isn't based on the Twilight vampires. It was originally written because I read a million different books/manga on vampires and this was going to be my way of saying howI t hought vampires were.

But the fic got long and dragged out so that it seems that this fic will have to wait a few chapters before I can clarify that.

Edit: ...Oh crap. Sorry everybody, I started writing the next part of this, and then I just realized after about 2 pages into it, that I was writing in Aaron's POV again. Oh well. Maybe I'll just do it all in his POV.

thanks for the corection and his POV would make it more interesting.
I like it.

HAI GUISE. Well I tried to make them have special fonts for their note writing, but I don’t know if it’ll work on your computers. Sorry about the size change too… It just didn’t work otherwise. NEVARMIND.

Also, I HAVE to listen to My Chemical Romance so that this story doesn’t suck. And you can tell the little patches where I WASN’T listen to MCR… So just excuse those. xD

This is also going to be a relatively short story, so it might have another chapter or 2. I do plan on writing both Ameilia’s version of this and an earlier version of this instead at some point.

I nearly faked sick on Monday. The mere idea of going to school and seeing Ameilia made me freeze with fear all over again. Her name alone made me cringe.

“Aaron. Ameilia called, she said if you don’t show up to school today, she’s going to come over herself. There’s something really important that she wants to talk to you about.” My mother was like the devil in disguise, she knew the perfect time to make me burn with anger and cry from fear at the same time.

I dragged myself out of bed and through the morning routine. I thanked God that it wasn’t until 4th period that I would see Ameilia. 4th period was English. I made myself be entranced in the review on act 5 of Romeo and Juliet, in hopes that maybe I wouldn’t have to deal with Ameilia. I had no such luck. There was a note laying on my desk within a fraction of a second. How had she put it there so quickly and quietly…

There in the beautiful script writing that she probably had decades to perfect, ‘Aaron Samuel Jacobson, if you don’t respond to this note, you will not make it to your next class alive.
Tell me something, if I was going to kill you, why haven’t I done it already?’

I wrote back in my messy, angry and barely readable handwriting, 'Look Ameilia, I’m just freaked out. Did you really think I was going to just act like nothing happened after you showed me your true form!? I’m not like superman Ameilia, I will be defeated by some things as well'

I hadn’t even realized it was gone before it was back on my desk with new writing. Perhaps now that I knew about her, secret, I would start getting used to the speed of her. ‘You are the biggest liar I’ve ever known. Why are you saying things like, “I will be defeated by things too?” Are you attempting to tell me what I am your kryptonite?
You also haven’t answered my question yet. Do you have no good answer to give me? Try harder boy genius, think of something.’ The word ‘something’ had a long curvy line dragged under it.

I had begun to lose my patience with her. She was such a rash person sometimes, she wasn’t my weakness at all, how dare she think such ideas! ‘You are so full of yourself, how dare you think of yourself in such a mighty way. I can’t believe I used to be friends with such an arrogant person.
And the reason you haven’t killed me yet is because you just had something to drink a few days ago. You want to wait until you’re dying of thirst and then you can fully appreciate me.’ I was proud of my response, I had thought of it on the spot.

In the process of writing my note, Mrs. Young (Who was not that young either) managed to yell from across the room, “Mr. Jacobson. I see that you and Miss Merriman have been trading notes. Please, enlighten us on what you’re talking about.”

My anger towards Ameilia only grew further, but when I looked down at the note, it was something completely different. Mrs. Young was not the type of teacher to take any lies her students gave her, so I read her exactly what was on the note, “Ameilia was telling me her idea of the story. She told me that, ‘Romeo really wasn’t a bright boy. I believe that he should have weighed the consequences of his reaction before deciding to finally end his life. He should have thought about how his friends would be affected and how it would affect the way of Verona. As much as he is the main character and must have flaws, I believe that somebody with this magnitude of stupidity should not be allowed to be a main character.’”

I was furious with the way Ameilia announced her view on the story and the way that she was showing her views of me at the same time. Was there no end to her attempted wit? How unoriginal.

Mrs. Young seemed to be taken back; usually notes were about the latest gossip, not Romeo’s character. But she managed to quickly regain her composure. She was just about to continue when I interrupted her.

I was not done with my views. “My ideas are different though.” I wasn’t about to let Ameilia secretly insult me in front of the class, “I think that Romeo had the right to react in the way he did. Juliet was clearly the one to blame. While Romeo had to leave her, she decided that she would fake her own death. That seemed like a very rash decision. Considering the times, I believe that she should have just taken her marriage like a good woman should have instead of trying some tactic that could be flawed easily.”

I heard a snort from behind me with a mocking tone in its voice, “She was simply thinking of what was best for both her and Romeo’s future. It wasn’t her fault that he decided to act in such a rash and ill mannered way.”

“Romeo went to see Juliet, to see if she really dead. When he found out the truth, after killing Paris, he realized that there was no way other than death. But you wouldn’t be able to relate because you haven’t been through the same situation as Romeo and Juliet.” I threw back with a smirk. I hoped that Ameilia would just shut up and leave me alone after this.

“And neither have you. Hypocrite.” She stated simply, giving me a triumphant smile in return.

Mrs. Young cleared her throat which ending our debate, she could see that personal attacks were about to arise. A smart choice for her, I didn’t know exactly how long I could last against Ameilia. I glared back at her anyways, annoyed that her desk was still behind me. And then there were 4 more words engraved in still beautiful script writing at the bottom of the note that said, ‘We’ll finish at lunch’

I could hear the anger and rage in the demand after the previous actions. I cringed. Why did she have to be such a scary person at times?

I decided that out of fear for my life, that I would avoid Ameilia. I kept myself in public places, suddenly grateful for sharing a room with my younger brother. I never left the side of anybody else; or anybody that was human in the least. But the fear of death or vampireism kept me from doing anything away from human beings.

The most awkward thing though was, even though I surrounded myself with humans and other living creatures, I never felt like I was with anybody else. The pure shock of not being able to relate classes and homework; I realized that from now on, I’d be doing all the work on projects and group activities. Ameilia had been amazingly wonderful at keeping the work load even. Now that she was gone, I was stuck in a dilemma I hadn’t faced in years; making new friends.

It wasn’t that my old friends weren’t any good, but rather that they simply weren’t as smart as I was, or they didn’t apply it correctly. It was either make new friends, or do all the work on my own.

I had never been a social person, so making friends was quite a problem for me. While Ameilia on the other hand seemed to be socially gliding through this patch like a professional figure skater on ice.

But what I couldn’t distract myself from, was how she looked and acted beyond that. Her skin, instead of being a light ghost white, was now a pure snow white. Normally she was graceful and proper. But as the week went on, she grew clumsy and informal, tripping on things such as her own feet. Her strength deteriorated and she seemed to be having trouble staying awake at times.

But the biggest thing that stood out to me, was what she was like in Phy Ed. She sat out the last half of the class every single day.

My stomach churned, nearly causing me to lose the lunch which I’d eaten not 2 hours ago. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even make a noise, just a dry attempt.

“And tell me, what exactly do you want with me? Can you not see that I have a horrid headache?” The voice was filled with hate and dread. The type that would scare me away; if my legs had worked.

“I want you,” I stammered, unable to even pronounce some words properly. My hands now drenched in sweat; sweat that was not from football. “I want you to tell me what’s wrong.” I tried to sound true and caring. I failed.

She pushed her hair back behind her ear, looking at me with was still was a look of hate. But her eyes were hollow; a pale translucent grey instead of a bright blue. “Humor me.”

I swallowed, this was not getting any easier, “You’re, different now. I mean, your skin tone, your attitude, even the way you walk. Why are you different? What’s going on?”

She laughed. It wasn’t as though I had said something funny, but rather something stupid. “And why oh why would such a fearful little mortal possibly care about a scary vampire like me?”

“Because I’m your friend.” I said softly, barely audible for anybody other than Ameilia. My cheeks burned, she’d think of me as stupid or a suck up. I regretted it the moment after I had spoken. Why had I said that!?

Instead a smile spread across her face, but it wasn’t a smile of joy. “Since when did you become my friend again? And when did I agree to it?” Her sarcastic happiness had enough venom to melt my courage away completely. But she couldn’t defeat me that easily. Not Ameilia. Not this argument.

“I guess never mind then. If you don’t want me to help, have fun trying to curb your appetite alone.” I stood up and stormed off before she could say anything. If she wanted to act like a ***** about this, then I would too.

I made sure to avoid Ameilia for the rest of the week. I wanted her to know my anger and spite towards her; that I could fight back against her too. I was angry that I had been on Ameilia’s good side for the past two years. If I hadn’t, then perhaps I wouldn’t be so frightened by her. As much as I hated fighting with her, what I hated even more was being afraid of her. I was not afraid of anything else; and yet there was a mere teenage girl that scared me.

Things never did get better. It had been a month, spring was turning into summer. School was about to end in a few weeks. I regretted everything about this year. I could only hope that Senior year would be better. Of course it wouldn’t though.

Exactly one week before the end of school, I sat in English fanning myself with my hand in hopes of cooling myself. Our school couldn’t afford air condition, and summers were harsh in Florida. Since a few months ago, my mind always seemed to be in other places; though my grades hadn’t slipped, but my patience had.

It had been a month since I’d see Ameilia’s hand writing, so when I saw it on my desk again, I was completely surprised. It was still perfect, perhaps even more so, like she had spent time on it. But it truly wasn’t that she was attempting to communicate with me again that surprised me.

‘Dear Aaron,
I hope that you go back to your normal human life and never remember me. It’ll be easier once I’m gone.

I’ll keep my note simple, I know you’re beginning to lose concentration with everything. I’m moving to California.

Have fun being a human. And promise me that one day you’ll enjoy your death.

~Ameilia Merriman’

Ouch.

Yeah, that last note said it all: ouch.