Date With A Vampire

Chapter 1

It all started on a gloomy and cloudy Tuesday afternoon, and I had just been let out of my very dull and torturous classes as a sophomore at Lake George High School in Lake George, New York. I was halfway through the 1st semester of my second year of school here, and this was already boring the crud out of me. My grades were generally good and my friends were spectacular, but meanwhile Sara, my closest friend, was completely buzzing with excitement about her boyfriend named Gary. And I vaguely tolerated her mindless chatter, because I, personally, think he's a stalker. (I mean, Gary follows her around constantly… I bet you he would accompany her to the bathroom if he could!) Finally, through multiple topic jumps and many of my 'Mhm's and 'Okay's, she came upon a subject of brief interest.

"Hey, have you met the `New Guy' yet? I think he's really cute and really nice and way smoking hot." she said as she waited for me.

"Uh, not yet. What's his name?" I asked as I locked my locker and headed toward the exit.

"I don't know. But he's still a cutie." She replied. Then we got outside the front doors and Sarah said a quick, "Bye!" and took off towards her car, (a cute blue Ford Focus), after hopping the railing surrounding the platform.

And, with me being one of the most ungraceful girls in the world, it would seem quite obvious that I almost took a header into the railing while climbing down the front stairs that made up the front entrance of the high school. But I was lucky to be caught by the (quote) "New Guy."

He was simply the most gorgeous human that I, being the bearer of the dull and tortuously plain name Anna, had ever seen in my entire life. The "New Guy" had a fair but pale-ish tan complexion, with shoulder-cropped honey blonde hair that had light strands of red tint that could only show in the sun. And his eyes were amazing! They were a radiant pale blue with a slight trace of gold, with thick bronze eyelashes that complemented and accented his perfectly framed face. He had a slim but muscular build, and as far as I could tell, he certainly knew how to sweep a girl off her feet. Literally.

"Well, that was a close call!" he said with a smile as he helped me regain my balance.

"Thanks…" I muttered sheepishly as I fumbled around to flatten my wrinkled shirt as something to distract myself from this potentially embarrassing situation. Then, I realized how stupid I looked. I was probably flushed red from almost breaking my neck and I was wearing an ancient sweater and way too-small jeans. Plus, I had a feather pen in my hair. Wow, I need wardrobe help.

Figuring that he probably though I was either very arrogant or just plain stupid, I decided to act a little more gratuitous to my savior. "I am a klutz named Anna Macy and this is an almost daily occurrence. Thank you very much for your help." Smooth. I just told him way more than he needed to know. Now the new guy probably thinks I'm retarded. I really need to buy some duck tape for my mouth….

The "New Guy" just chuckled and introduced himself with "Why, hello Anna Macy! I am a new kid named Kiorae Stark and I normally don't have to save people from potentially harmful stairways. No need to thank me!" Oh. My. God. He isn't even stuck up like the rest of the guys in our school! And he's a hottie, too! I wonder if he's smart, because that would make him perfect! And he is sorta funny. Cool, his name is Kiorae (A/N: pronounced K-i-oh-ray) which is really out of the ordinary. Wow! This guy was just getting better and better. I let my mind ramble on until he decided to say "Ummm… I will be seeing you around then. Uhh, bye!"

I was then torn out of my transfixion with him, and came back down to earth. "Well, thanks again and I will also be seeing you around." I said. And maybe I will purposely be clumsy next time while walking down the front stairs…

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I got home to see my parents weren't there, (as usual), and I read the note on the microwave door stating that they would both be out late and that there were cold-cuts in the fridge. Phht, they know that I cannot stand cold ham! "Oh well." I sighed to myself as I opened the freezer to pull out some pieces of Tyson chicken and some cheap Shaw's French fries. I had just placed them on a tray and preheated the oven when my older brother, Jonathen, (a high-school senior), pulled in the driveway with his old (rusty and red piece of crap) 1958 Corvette. I watched him get out of his car and slam the car's door with a deafening bang. Jonathen then stomped to the front door and proceeded to hit multiple other objects with his fists. He slammed his keys down on the side table that is in our brown painted mudroom, and walked in with a murderous glare upon his face. That was definitely not a good sign.

"Guess what happened today!" he barked at me heatedly. I had hardly opened my mouth to sarcastically guess when he started to yell, "I got suspended for 3 days for telling off that new moron and his brother!"

I suddenly thought the worst because I am totally positive that my 6 foot, 8 inch brother could turn my newly found savior (*cough* and crush! *cough*), Kiorae, into a pancake. I looked at the fuming Jonathen nervously with wide eyes, and yet again, he cut me off as soon as I opened my mouth by saying, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Obviously not." I replied sharply. "And what was this guy's name?"

"I think it was, like, Kaylen Stark or something."

"And do you know who the brother was?"

"Why are you so interested?"

"I'll tell you when you tell me who Kaylen's brother is."

"Fine! I think it was Kioree."

"It's Kiorae." I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say?" Jonathen snapped curiously.

"Ummm… Nothing important!" I half-yelled nervously as I finished putting the chicken and fries in the oven. My brother's eyes, which were filled with suspicion and anger, followed me as I scrambled to get to my upstairs bedroom.

My room was a light shade of lavender paint, with dark mahogany furniture that consisted of my twin bed, a desk with an ancient computer, an old dresser that my grandmother once owned, and a window seat with a hidden compartment. To take my mind off the thought of Jonathen pancaking Kiorae, (and possibly his brother Kaylen), I started on my humongous atrocity of homework. It consisted of about fifty questions on the history of Great Depression (depressing, right?) and a bunch of advanced geometry proofs.

I finished the pile after wasting, like, 2 hours of my life, (that I will never get back!). I clamored downstairs to find my brother passed out on the couch, and the remainder of the chicken and fries (completely gone from the tray that I put in the oven) on his lap.

"YO!" I yelled at Jonathen, completely p-owed that he didn't leave any dinner for me, the one that made the food in the first place!

"What!?!" he complained as he came out of his nap and finally realized why I was so mad. "Oh! I'm sorry! I totally forgot to put the dishes in the dishwasher!" Or at least I thought he finally realized why I was so mad.

"No, you moronic baboon! I'm mad because you didn't leave me any food for my dinner! That was for the both of us, yah know!" I fumed as I considered using the disgustingly suggested cold cuts to make a sandwich.

"Well… Then sucks for you!" He smirked sarcastically.

I glared at him.

"Ummm…. D'yah want me to make you some soup or something, then?" he replied humble and kind of apologetic (and sorta fearful). My anger diminished slowly because there were only a couple of times when he was sweet enough to care.

"Well, fine. Thanks. But you get to still do the dishes, too." I sighed. Well, at least I was getting something for dinner. I walked briskly out of the room and caught my pale reflection in the mirror. My face was slim, with my long and straight dark blonde hair framing it nicely. I had almond shaped eyes the color of a brilliant jade, with thick eyelashes to pull off the genuine look that only I had. I was tall and slim, but well proportioned, and I looked even skinnier with the skin-tight old sweater that I was wearing, and not to mention the dark-blue, too-small, skinny jeans that I was wearing too. And all of these thoughts about appearance, I had to see what was in my wardrobe for tomorrow! I went to run up the stairs, and naturally, I fell.

"Oh, fudge!" I yelled with my eyes tearing. Jonathen ran into the hallway from the kitchen, looking concerned for his klutzy sister.

"Oh My God! What the heck did you do now? Are you alright, Miss Klutz?!?" he asked as he helped me try to get up. I almost fell over again as soon as I put any weight on my left ankle.

"Ouch!" I cried and my eyes welled up with involuntary tears again.

My brother looked me over and picked me up to bring me to the couch where he set me down. "Nice going, Anna. Looks like a sprain. We won't have to amputate it, but I would suggest that you put some ice on your ankle and don't put any weight on it either." he said sounding all authority-like.

Jonathen left the room just then to get me an ice pack and to get the dinner that he fixed for me while I pondered how this was going to affect my appearance tomorrow. Just what I need, I thought, now I have to go through classes painfully tomorrow. As if they already weren't painful enough! And before I could worry some more, Jonathen came back into the room, threw the ice pack at me so I could put it on my ankle, and he set up a mini-table to place my soup on.

"Thank you. " I mumbled. Then I asked, "So what put you in such a pleasant mood, because I thought you were in a terrible temper when you got home?" I was completely curious because he usually stays in a bad mood when he's in one.

"No problemo, sis. I had a major epiphany, which was `My situation isn't really that bad! And I get 3 days of vacation.' So, that sorta made me fairly happy 'cause I can find out why the clutch keeps sticking in my old Corvette." Jonathen clarified while I cooled and ate the tomato soup that he made for me.

After 20 minutes of attempted and occasionally awkward small-talk with my brother, and after I had finished my soup, he took care of the dishes and helped me hobble up the stairs to my bedroom. Then, before he left to go take a quick shower and get to bed, I said good night and told him that I loved him. Then, after he left, I put on my blue fuzzy snowflake PJ bottoms and a camisole, and I got into bed. It surprisingly only took about 20 minutes for me to fall into a restless and fit-full dream about a guy with bright, blue eyes.