Vampire Kisses fanfic

Jagger Maxwell/ OC: Emily Payne

A/N: I finished the fifth Vampire Kisses book some time ago and ever since then I've been wanting to write a Vampire Kisses fanfic. Plus, I now have this thing for Jagger now. I think it's because he's lonely (well, I think he's lonely...^.^). So anyway, it's got a bit of a slow start, but it'll get better (I hope). Right then, enjoy! R&R please! Thank you very much! -Michele

~x~x~Chapter 01~x~x~

The downtown city bus was taking me to go live with my dad. I had to admit, though, I was really excited. My dad was amazing. He could shred on a guitar, had great taste in music and fashion (I know; incredible, right?), and make a mean green bean-tuna casserole. And the best part was, he accepted me for who I was.

Dressed in a clad of black leather and thigh-high leather combat boots with a four-inch thick heel, my eyes coated in thick black eyeliner and heavy purple eye shadow, my dad loved who I was. He loved my sense of style and music, my behavior, the people I hung out with. Probably because they were all his traits as well. Little ol' goth me had an amazing goth dad. That's most likely why Mom left him while she was still pregnant with me, praying I wouldn't turn out to be just like him. Obviously, she was wrong.

The dark clouds loomed over Downtown, making the night even darker than usual, which made me smile. I pulled my black Emily the Strange hoodie with the little red cat ears over my Scene-cut hair, gathered my Slipknot tote bag and large, black duffle bag which I pierced with safety pins and chains, and grabbed the shiny, silver pole to lift myself up. My stop was arriving.

By the time I had stepped off the bus, it had already begun to drizzle lightly. I started for the bus stop bench to wait for my dad when all of a sudden I heard: "Emmy! Over here!"

I turned around and saw my father—long black hair tied back in a ponytail, Disturbed skin-tight band tee, black skinny jeans with a million stud belts hanging from his hips including one bullet belt, and combat boots—waving at me outside of his black Mini Cooper with the British flag on the roof. I smiled widely and ran over to him as fast as I could. It had been a while since I'd seen my dad and I couldn't wait to give him a big, Gothic hug.

"Hey Emmy," Dad said to me while he smiled widely, exposing two vampire fangs where his canines belonged. I stared wide-eyed at them.

"Whoa! When'd you get those?" I asked with excitement, pointing to his teeth.

"A while back. They look real?" he asked, making a scary sneer. I laughed and slapped his arm.

"Heck yes! I want some!"

"We'll talk about," he promised. "Now get inside. Let's get home,"

Home. A place I'd been longing to call in quite some time.

xXx

I stepped into Dad's two-bedroom apartment complex. Dim lights lit the room, but it was enough to see the stellar things he had inside. A killer Red Finish Jay Turser JT-XG2 double-neck sat in one corner next to a couple of tall speakers. A Phillips 46" widescreen TV was mounted on the wall next to the front door where an Xbox 360 sat with a tower of videogames and a couple of Guitar Hero guitar controllers standing up next to the Xbox system. Posters of Jimi Hendrix, Metallica, Slipknot, and about a jillion other hard-core rock stars crowded every wall in the entire room, even in the kitchen.

"Happy to be home, Emmy?" Dad asked as he threw his car keys in a small tie-dyed glass key bowl on an end table next to the door. I turned back and smiled at him.

"Dude, I couldn't be happier." Dad grinned and motioned me to follow him to another room.

"This is your room, Em," he said as he opened the door to another room. I noticed a black vampire bat plaque with the words "Beware when entering my cave" was glued to my door. I smiled widely; I loved my room already, and I hadn't even seen the inside!! However, my jaw dropped when I opened the door and saw the beautiful darkness of my new bedroom.

A full-sized bed was cast off in one corner of the room where a Nightmare Before Christmas bedspread covered it and a Nightmare Before Christmas alarm clock sat on the nightstand next to it. A desk with an Edward Scissorhands lamp was placed on the opposite side of the room where a decent-sized walk-in closet was. A black beanbag chair was placed by the wall next to my door with an empty dark-wood bookshelf painted black sat next to it, waiting to be cluttered with Shojo Beat magazines and Hello Batty knick-knacks. I was absolutely in love with my room.

I turned around and hugged my dad tightly around the middle, practically squeezing the living dead out of him.

"Like it I presume?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Heck yes! Are you kidding? This is, like, my dream room! Mom would have never let me decorate my room like this," I said. I walked inside, walking to my Nightmare Before Christmas-covered bed, running my hand over the bedspread. "This is so freakin' cool, Dad," I added.

"I wanted you to feel like you belong," he admitted, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his skinny jeans and following me inside. He sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Dad, I feel like I belong just by being in this city. Do you know how many Goths roam around here?"

"Including you and me? A million bajillion, but that's only an estimate," Dad laughed. I smiled at him. How cool a dad did I have? I couldn't believe he had married someone like my mom, the queen of white lace and satin and not to mention, etiquette. Blech. I remember a year where she forced me to attend some stupid etiquette class when I was eight; the year I was also reading Bram Stoker's Dracula for the umpteenth time and madly in love with Tim Burton's character of Edward Scissorhands, played by the amazingly gorgeous Johnny Depp himself.

"Well, I made some of my brilliant green bean-tuna casserole for a welcome dinner. I know how much you love them," Dad said, standing up from my bed. I jumped up and down excitedly and clapped my hands like a little five-year-old.

"Are you kidding? Those are only the best things in the world!" I cried, sucking up to him incredibly. Dad chuckled, ruffled my hair and walked out of the room.

"I'll set the table. I'll be ready in five," he said.

"As will I," I replied back as he walked down the small hall and to the kitchen. I looked at everything in my room once again. I examined each and every detail on my Nightmare Before Christmas alarm clock, Edward Scissorhands lamp, and even my black bean bag chair beside my door. And then, suddenly, something had caught my eye from outside the window.

I peered out the window and saw that hanging from a tree branch was a bat. And if I was correct, that wasn't just any bat. It was a vampire bat. And it was looking straight back at me with peculiar colored eyes: one blue, one green. Then suddenly, it spread out its wings and flew away.

I stood there staring at my window a couple minutes after the bat had left. What was a bat doing in Downtown? I looked at myself in the reflection in the window, seeing my shiny red lipstick-coated lips form into a smile. I was beginning to feel even more excited about me living here, especially since I had a brand new friend.