Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Kisses ❯ Chapter 1 (Little Monster) ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: YzakJoulesZaftChick 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.31.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 533 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.31.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 533 | Status: Completed
Vampire Kisses
*AU Hilary, An outcast who always wears black and hopes to become a vampire some day, falls in love with the mysterious new boy in town, eager to find out if he can make her dreams come true. (ReiHil)(MaxMariam)*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade or the book Vampire Kisses .... I just changed the book a bit so that the beyblade characters fit. I hope you like it!.
Chapter 1 (Little Monster)
It first happened when I was five.
I had just finished coloring My Kindergarten Book. It was filled with Picasso-like drawings of my mom and dad, an Elmer’s-glued, tissue-papered collage, and the answers to questions (favorite color, pets, best friend, etc.) written down by our hundred year old teacher, Mrs. Espinoza.
My classmates and I were sitting in a semicircle on the floor in a reading area. “Tyson, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Mrs. Espinoza asked after all the other questions had been answered.
“A police man”
“Emily?”
“Uh ... a computer programer” Emily whispered meekly.
Mrs. Espinoza went through the rest of the class. Fire men. Football players. Finally it was my turn.
“Hilary, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Mrs. Espinoza asked, her green eyes staring through me.
I said nothing.
“An actress?”
I shook my head.
“A doctor?”
“Nuh, uh” I said.
“A flight attendant?”
“Yuck!” I replied.
“Then what?” she asked, annoyed
I thought for a moment. “I want to be ...”
“Yes?”
“I want to be .... a vampire!” I shouted, to the shock and amazement of Mrs. Espinoza and my classmates. For a moment I thought she stared to laugh; maybe she really did. The children sitting next to me inched away.
I spent most of my childhood watching others inch away.
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I was conceived on my dad’s water bed-or on the rooftop of my mom’s collage dorm under twinkling stars-depending on which one of my parents is telling the story. They were soul mates that couldn’t part with the seventies: true love mixed with drugs, some raspberry incense, and the music of the grateful Dead. A beaded-jeweled, halter-topped, cutoff blue-jeaned, bare-footed girl, intertwined with a long-haired, unshaven, Elton John-spectacled, suntanned, leather-vested, bell-bottomed-and-sandaled guy. I think they’re lucky I wasn’t more eccentric. I could have wanted to be a beaded-haired hippie werewolf! But somehow I became obsessed with vampires.
Sara and Paul Tatibana became more responsible after my entrance into this world–or I’ll rephrase it and say my parents were “less glassy eyed.”. They sold the Volkswagen flower power van that they were living in and actually stared renting property. Our hippie apartment was decorated with 3-D glow-in-the-dark flower posters and orange tubes with a Play-Doh substance that moved on its own -lava lamps- that you could stare at forever. It was the best time ever. The three of us laughed and played Chutes and Ladders, and squeezed Twinkies between our teeth. We stayed up late, watching Dracula movies, Dark Shadows with the infamous Barnabus Collins, and Batman on a black-and-white TV we’d received when we opened a bank account. I felt secure under the blanket of midnight, rubbing Mom’s growing belly, which made noises like the orange lava lamps. I figured she was going to give birth to more moving Play-Doh.
Everything changed when she gave birth to play-dough-only it wasn’t Play-Doh. She gave birth to Nerd Boy! How could she? How could she destroy all the Twinkie nights? Now she went to bed early, and that creation that my parents called “Kenny” cried and fussed all night. I was suddenly alone. It was Dracula–the Dracula on TV- that kept me company while Mom slept, Nerd Boy wailed and Dad changed smelly diapers in the darkness.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, suddenly they sent me to a place that wasn’t my apartment, that didn’t have wild 3-D flower posters on the walls, but boring collages of kids’ hand prints. Who Decorated around here? I wondered. It was overcrowded with Sears catalog girls in frilly dresses and Sears catalog boys in tapered pants and perfectly combed hair. Mom and Dad called it “Kindergarten”.
“They’ll be your friends,” my mom reassured me, as I clung to her side for dear life. She waved good-bye and blew me a kiss as I stood alone beside the matronly Mrs. Espinoza, which was as alone as one could get. I watched my mom walk away with Nerd Boy on her hip as she took him back to the place filled with glow-in-the-dark posters, monster movies, and Twinkies.
Somehow I made it through the day. Cutting and gluing black paper on black paper, finger panting Barbie’s lips black, and telling the assisant teacher ghost stories, while the Sears catalog kids ran around like they were all cousins at an all-American family picnic. I was even happy to see Nerd Boy when Mom finally came to pick me up.
That night she found me with my lips presses against the TV screen, trying to kiss Christopher Lee in Horror Of Dracula.
“Hilary! What are you doing up so late? You have to go to school tomorrow!”
“What?” I said. The Hostess cherry pie that I had been eating fell to the floor, and my heart fell with it.
“But I thought it was just the one time?” I said, panicked.
“Sweet Hilary. You have to go every day!”
Every day? The words echoed inside my head. It was a life sentence!
That night Nerd Boy couldn’t hope to compete with my dramatic wailing and crying. As I lay alone in my bed, I prayed for eternal darkness and a sun that never rose.
Unfortunately the next day I awoke to a blinding light, and a monster headache.
I longed to be around at least one person that I could connect with. But I couldn’t find any, at home or school.
At home the lava lamps were replaced with Tiffany-style floor lamps, the glow-in-the-dark posters were covered with Laura Ashley wallpaper, and out grainy black-and-white TV was upgraded to a twenty-five-inch color model.
At school instead of singing the songs of Mary Poppins, I whistled the theme to The Exorcist.
Halfway through kindergarten I tried to become a vampire. Kai Hiwatari, an exotically hair styled bluegray-darkblue haired boy with auburn eyes, was my nemesis from the moment I stared him down when he tried to cut in front of me on the slide. He hated me, because I was the only kid who wasn’t afraid of him. The kids and teachers kissed up to him, because his father owned most of the land their houses sat on. Kai was in a biting phase, not because he wanted to be a vampire like me, but just because he was mean. He had taken pieces of flesh out of everyone but me and I was starting to get ticked off!
We were on the playground, standing by the basketball hoop, when I pinched the skin of his little arm so hard I though blood would squirt out. His face turned beet red. I stood motionless and waited, Kai’s body trembled with anger, and his eyes swelled with vengeance as I mischievously smiled back. Then he left his dental impressions in my expectant hand. Mrs.Espinoza was forced to sit him against the school wall, and I happily danced around the playground, waiting to transform into a vampire bat.
“That Hilary is an odd one,” I overheard Mrs. Espinoza saying to another teacher as I skipped past haloring Kai, who was now throwing a fit against the hard blacktop. I blew him a grateful kiss with my bitten hand.
I wore my wound proudly as I got on the school swing. I could fly now right? But I’d need something to take me into warp speed. The seat went as high as the top of the fence, but I was aiming for the puffy clouds. The rusty swing started to buckle when I jumped off. I planned to fly across the playground-all the way to a startled Kai. Instead I plummeted to a muddy earth, doing further damage to my tooth-marked hand. I cried more from the fact that I didn’t possess supernatural powers like my heroes on TV than because of my throbbing flesh.
With my bite trapped under ice, Mrs. Espinoza sat me against the wall to rest while the spoiled snot-nosed Kai was now free to play. He blew me a teasing kiss and said, “Thank You.”. I stuck out my tongue and called him a name I had heard a mobster say in the The Godfather. Mrs. Espinoza immediately sent me inside. I was sent inside a lot during my childhood recesses. I was destined to take a recess from recess.
*AU Hilary, An outcast who always wears black and hopes to become a vampire some day, falls in love with the mysterious new boy in town, eager to find out if he can make her dreams come true. (ReiHil)(MaxMariam)*
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade or the book Vampire Kisses .... I just changed the book a bit so that the beyblade characters fit. I hope you like it!.
Chapter 1 (Little Monster)
It first happened when I was five.
I had just finished coloring My Kindergarten Book. It was filled with Picasso-like drawings of my mom and dad, an Elmer’s-glued, tissue-papered collage, and the answers to questions (favorite color, pets, best friend, etc.) written down by our hundred year old teacher, Mrs. Espinoza.
My classmates and I were sitting in a semicircle on the floor in a reading area. “Tyson, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Mrs. Espinoza asked after all the other questions had been answered.
“A police man”
“Emily?”
“Uh ... a computer programer” Emily whispered meekly.
Mrs. Espinoza went through the rest of the class. Fire men. Football players. Finally it was my turn.
“Hilary, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Mrs. Espinoza asked, her green eyes staring through me.
I said nothing.
“An actress?”
I shook my head.
“A doctor?”
“Nuh, uh” I said.
“A flight attendant?”
“Yuck!” I replied.
“Then what?” she asked, annoyed
I thought for a moment. “I want to be ...”
“Yes?”
“I want to be .... a vampire!” I shouted, to the shock and amazement of Mrs. Espinoza and my classmates. For a moment I thought she stared to laugh; maybe she really did. The children sitting next to me inched away.
I spent most of my childhood watching others inch away.
________________________________________________
I was conceived on my dad’s water bed-or on the rooftop of my mom’s collage dorm under twinkling stars-depending on which one of my parents is telling the story. They were soul mates that couldn’t part with the seventies: true love mixed with drugs, some raspberry incense, and the music of the grateful Dead. A beaded-jeweled, halter-topped, cutoff blue-jeaned, bare-footed girl, intertwined with a long-haired, unshaven, Elton John-spectacled, suntanned, leather-vested, bell-bottomed-and-sandaled guy. I think they’re lucky I wasn’t more eccentric. I could have wanted to be a beaded-haired hippie werewolf! But somehow I became obsessed with vampires.
Sara and Paul Tatibana became more responsible after my entrance into this world–or I’ll rephrase it and say my parents were “less glassy eyed.”. They sold the Volkswagen flower power van that they were living in and actually stared renting property. Our hippie apartment was decorated with 3-D glow-in-the-dark flower posters and orange tubes with a Play-Doh substance that moved on its own -lava lamps- that you could stare at forever. It was the best time ever. The three of us laughed and played Chutes and Ladders, and squeezed Twinkies between our teeth. We stayed up late, watching Dracula movies, Dark Shadows with the infamous Barnabus Collins, and Batman on a black-and-white TV we’d received when we opened a bank account. I felt secure under the blanket of midnight, rubbing Mom’s growing belly, which made noises like the orange lava lamps. I figured she was going to give birth to more moving Play-Doh.
Everything changed when she gave birth to play-dough-only it wasn’t Play-Doh. She gave birth to Nerd Boy! How could she? How could she destroy all the Twinkie nights? Now she went to bed early, and that creation that my parents called “Kenny” cried and fussed all night. I was suddenly alone. It was Dracula–the Dracula on TV- that kept me company while Mom slept, Nerd Boy wailed and Dad changed smelly diapers in the darkness.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, suddenly they sent me to a place that wasn’t my apartment, that didn’t have wild 3-D flower posters on the walls, but boring collages of kids’ hand prints. Who Decorated around here? I wondered. It was overcrowded with Sears catalog girls in frilly dresses and Sears catalog boys in tapered pants and perfectly combed hair. Mom and Dad called it “Kindergarten”.
“They’ll be your friends,” my mom reassured me, as I clung to her side for dear life. She waved good-bye and blew me a kiss as I stood alone beside the matronly Mrs. Espinoza, which was as alone as one could get. I watched my mom walk away with Nerd Boy on her hip as she took him back to the place filled with glow-in-the-dark posters, monster movies, and Twinkies.
Somehow I made it through the day. Cutting and gluing black paper on black paper, finger panting Barbie’s lips black, and telling the assisant teacher ghost stories, while the Sears catalog kids ran around like they were all cousins at an all-American family picnic. I was even happy to see Nerd Boy when Mom finally came to pick me up.
That night she found me with my lips presses against the TV screen, trying to kiss Christopher Lee in Horror Of Dracula.
“Hilary! What are you doing up so late? You have to go to school tomorrow!”
“What?” I said. The Hostess cherry pie that I had been eating fell to the floor, and my heart fell with it.
“But I thought it was just the one time?” I said, panicked.
“Sweet Hilary. You have to go every day!”
Every day? The words echoed inside my head. It was a life sentence!
That night Nerd Boy couldn’t hope to compete with my dramatic wailing and crying. As I lay alone in my bed, I prayed for eternal darkness and a sun that never rose.
Unfortunately the next day I awoke to a blinding light, and a monster headache.
I longed to be around at least one person that I could connect with. But I couldn’t find any, at home or school.
At home the lava lamps were replaced with Tiffany-style floor lamps, the glow-in-the-dark posters were covered with Laura Ashley wallpaper, and out grainy black-and-white TV was upgraded to a twenty-five-inch color model.
At school instead of singing the songs of Mary Poppins, I whistled the theme to The Exorcist.
Halfway through kindergarten I tried to become a vampire. Kai Hiwatari, an exotically hair styled bluegray-darkblue haired boy with auburn eyes, was my nemesis from the moment I stared him down when he tried to cut in front of me on the slide. He hated me, because I was the only kid who wasn’t afraid of him. The kids and teachers kissed up to him, because his father owned most of the land their houses sat on. Kai was in a biting phase, not because he wanted to be a vampire like me, but just because he was mean. He had taken pieces of flesh out of everyone but me and I was starting to get ticked off!
We were on the playground, standing by the basketball hoop, when I pinched the skin of his little arm so hard I though blood would squirt out. His face turned beet red. I stood motionless and waited, Kai’s body trembled with anger, and his eyes swelled with vengeance as I mischievously smiled back. Then he left his dental impressions in my expectant hand. Mrs.Espinoza was forced to sit him against the school wall, and I happily danced around the playground, waiting to transform into a vampire bat.
“That Hilary is an odd one,” I overheard Mrs. Espinoza saying to another teacher as I skipped past haloring Kai, who was now throwing a fit against the hard blacktop. I blew him a grateful kiss with my bitten hand.
I wore my wound proudly as I got on the school swing. I could fly now right? But I’d need something to take me into warp speed. The seat went as high as the top of the fence, but I was aiming for the puffy clouds. The rusty swing started to buckle when I jumped off. I planned to fly across the playground-all the way to a startled Kai. Instead I plummeted to a muddy earth, doing further damage to my tooth-marked hand. I cried more from the fact that I didn’t possess supernatural powers like my heroes on TV than because of my throbbing flesh.
With my bite trapped under ice, Mrs. Espinoza sat me against the wall to rest while the spoiled snot-nosed Kai was now free to play. He blew me a teasing kiss and said, “Thank You.”. I stuck out my tongue and called him a name I had heard a mobster say in the The Godfather. Mrs. Espinoza immediately sent me inside. I was sent inside a lot during my childhood recesses. I was destined to take a recess from recess.