Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hybrid ❯ First Days ( Chapter 2 )
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By: CowgirlKagome 
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.16.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 115 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.16.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 115 | Status: Work In Progress
A.N. I hope the last chapter went over well. I decided to keep the majority of this chapter, changing things here and there as I feel its needed.
I found one restaurant and instantly took a liking to it. Small, dark, and almost tucked away across from a grocery store, I felt like this could be a good place for me to come in the evening hours. But then she showed up. I do not know who she is, but I find I have seen her before. I just cannot explain where from. But somehow, she is familiar to me.
This girl has a normal persona about her. She is small, and looks like she keeps to herself, but I knew that isn’t the case the second we locked eyes. She holds fire, and knowledge. This is one human I will have to worry.
“Same as usual?” the waitress asked. It seemed the girl was a regular, and very familiar of this waitress.
“Yup,” she said with a small smile that held a secret unhappiness, “but can I have a side of fries too?”
She nodded before taking the girls order just to return seconds later with a Dr. Pepper.
“Thank you,” the girl said when she sat the drink down.
“No problem,” she said, grinning eyes flicking towards me for a second, “but you should also know. The guy at the far table’s been watching you since you arrived.” Hearing this, I took it as my chance to leave. Laying more money than was probably needed on the table, I slipped out of the small restaurant and started towards home.
+Five minutes later+
“Lucca you are late,” my ‘father’, Joseph, observed when I walked into the house.
“I took the initiative to learn the area,” I replied with a shrug, “it isn‘t much here. Rather large, and yet truly nothing. What is the point of coming here?”
“It is a good place to settle down,” he replied, putting down the book he was reading to look me in the eye. “The people here only worry about themselves, we can blend in well.”
I nodded, not understanding it. The people here are ridiculous, petty, and half brained, “I will begin to unpack, but I hope that you realize this isn’t the best place for us and we leave here.”
“Lucca,” my Ea said, “your ‘mother’ and I believe its time you found a companion of your own.”
“I thought you and Fallyn were my companions,” I replied.
“We are,” came a sharp voice, “but we think you deserve something more.”
“I’m going to my room,” I said, not wanting to discuss this, “tomorrow is when I start this new high school.”
The home we moved into is lovely. One of the nicest in the town thanks to Ea’s job as the new Police Chancellor. To my utter shock, people didn’t question it considering how young he looks. I would say they are just relieved to have someone new. Rumors state that the last chancellor was loosing his mind. Doubtful.
“Do you see him?” I can hear someone saying, as my eyes flicked in her direction I realized they were watching me.
“Yeah,” she said breathily, “he’s better looking than Michael.”
“Thank god too,” the first girl replied with a grin, “Michael is finally taken. His most recent thing managed to get pregnant and he refuses to break up.”
I shook my head and continued on my way, not caring what these idiots had to say. I was not interested in any of them.
After I collected my schedule along with a map, this school was much bigger than some of the colleges I’ve attended, I went to find my locker and my first class. I was so busy trying to decipher the map that I ran into a couple.
“I am so sorry,” I said quickly, extending a hand to help a girl up after she tumbled to the floor, “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I’ll say,” she replied angrily, slapping away my offered hand and got up on her own. She didn’t stare at me like many of the other girls were. She seemed to be oblivious to me, but the quiet of the hallway we were in got the best of her and I realized she was the girl from last night in the restaurant, and she was lovely. Her skin was not pale, or dark like many girls here. It was a light brown, natural tan I guess, with long dark hair, and even darker brown eyes.
“I’m Lucca,” I said, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles gently.
“Sam,” she said, lowering her head so face was covered by a curtain of long hair.
“Do not cover your face, Samantha,” I said, moving her hair out of the way, “you obstruct the world from seeing your true beauty.”
Blushing a deep red, she thanked me and quickly turned to her friends. I smirked as I walked down the hall, ready to find my new classes.
“Who do you think that Lucca guy was?” her companion asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I wanna say he’s foreign. His accent is different.”
Her comment made my blood run cold. How could she hear I have a accent. Nobody has heard me with a accent in over a hundred years. That’s how long it has been since I was changed. I have done a good job at disguising it against those who are good at hearing things like this, but for her to just hear it as I talked was a strange arrangement. This girl was definitely someone to watch out for. I just hope I can.
Surprisingly the classes here are quite short. Only 50 minutes and then you are done. I handed in the homework assignments early, it wasn’t due for another week, and left to find my next class. The second a group of boys, and a few girls cornered me, I could feel that this school is not going to be as boring as I considered.
“So you’re the new guy?” one asked, looking at me. I just shrugged and nodded.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“We heard from some people who are nosy as hell,” the leader said, “and also have a way of looking into files, that you’re a big football star back in Florida.”
“Not in particular,” I replied, hating that for the first time in my life I tried out for a sport and was good at it.
“No need to be modest,” the boy said with a grin, “we are on the team. We were hopin’ you’d try out for the team.”
“Do not wait forever then,” I told him, “I tried out to make my ‘father’ happy. I just happened to have luck.”
The pack of boys all looked downtrodden when all of a sudden the leader perked up, “so you interested in Samantha Davis?”
“I have met a Samantha today,” I replied, “I do not know what her surname is, but she was… interesting.”
“If it’s the Samantha we all were told you knocked over today,” he said with a huge grin, “then make sure to check yourself with her. She’s a witch.”
I nodded and watched them as they took their leave of me. Thank goddess, I thought to myself, anymore of their stupidity and those lovely college degrees I hold dearly will no longer be of use.
+Later+
By the end of the day, I was more than happy to be able to leave. But I still had one more class to go. When I entered the room, I was surprised to see Samantha sitting in there with a friend.
“That’s what Jerry says,” she said, pulling out a worn book, “but its my choice of what religion I am. My mother didn’t force me to be Catholic with her, so I’m not. Wanna know another sin?”
“What?” her friend asked eagerly.
“Living,” Samantha said with a grin, “it’s called original sin Jen. The second your born you sin. After baptismal you’re absolved of that sin, but growing up you sin daily. You want constantly, which is a sin. So I’m not all damned-” I didn’t let her finish what she was saying. I intervened.
“But in the eyes of the church you are closer to evil than they are,” I said, walking up to them, “how are you Samantha?”
Samantha looked up, and was clearly not happy to see me.
“Lucca,” she said, voice low, making that one word her acknowledgement to me, “this is Jen. Excuse me.”
I talked with Samantha’s friend a bit. She gawked like every other girl, but quickly averted her attention to a spot on the carpet.
“So you’re the new guy,” she said. It wasn’t a question, “I’ve been hearing stuff about you all day. Your from Florida?”
I nodded, “my ‘father’ took a job here.”
“Why would you move to Casa Grande?” Jen asked me, “it’s so lame here. There is nothing to do, no one really that great, and definitely lame compared to a place like Miami. Hell the right parts of Phoenix is better than our little slice of hell.”
“I quite like it,” I lied, smirking when Samantha came back, “Samantha I see your trip to the library was futile.”
“You could say that,” she replied, sitting down.
“Lucca was just telling me he just moved here from Florida,” Jen said with a grin, “you used to live there didn’t you Sam?”
She nodded, “I would expect you were from somewhere else Lucca. You have a strange accent, and your name is… Italian?.”
“He doesn’t have a accent,” Jen said with a small laugh, I was thankful she did not hear the accent I truly have. But I took this as the perfect moment to leave.
“Sorry to disappoint you Samantha,” I said coolly, standing up, “I am not from anywhere but here. If you ladies will excuse me. I have to go to the office.” Samantha nodded and grinned at me before waving. She either wanted me angry, or was bipolar. I suspect it was the former, but I refuse to allow her to get under my skin.
As I entered the school office, I noticed the secretary had a very animalistic air about her as she eyeballed me.
“I know there’s only a few minutes left in the day,” I said to her, leaning over her and grinning, “but my father just called and said that he needs me home.” The woman smiled up at me and handed me a slip of paper. I felt pathetic resorting to this, but I smiled and took the paper.
When I got home, I was surprised to see Angie already there.
“Mother,” I said surprised, calling her that because she decided she wanted to adopt me a couple of decades ago, “what are you doing home? I thought you were going to find a job.”
“I was,” she said with a smile, “but there is no job for me here. I will go into the big city tomorrow and find something. You are home earlier than I thought.”
“I met this girl,” I said, ignoring the happy look on her face, “and no I’m not already in love with her. She is strange, and she can hear my ACCENT.”
Fallyn paled more than I suspected her already pale skin could do, “what do you mean? I thought only us of the blood could hear your accent.”
“So did I,” I said, “but she’s not one of us. She’s a normal human.”
“Who’s a normal human?” Ea asked, stepping into the room.
“A girl from school,” I said angrily, “she can hear my accent. And that’s the first step to figuring us out.”
“Not really,” Ea said calmly, “we are harder to find than normal singles.”
“WE’RE HALF BREEDS!” I roared, “SOMEONE WILL FIND OUT! I CANNOT LET THIS HAPPEN! THIS GIRL MAKES ME WORRIED, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO.”
“Calm down,” Fallyn scolded, “she wont find out. She hasn’t bled in front of you has she?” I shook my head. “And you haven’t felt you beast in a while so we have no worries. Do you think you can avoid her?”
“If I am lucky,” I said, “but we have a class together.”
“Don’t change it,” Ea said, “if she is intelligent she’ll notice something. Just do not approach her unless needed.”
I listened to them and went to my room. I finished unloading my stuff more and sat around for hours. I thought about school, and Samantha and how she could hear my accent. Then I thought about when Ea changed me. He said there was something in me that made him do it. I wasn’t dying, I was just a boy. I was damned, sort of. At least as a vampire I would never truly die, but being half that and half werewolf I am doomed to age. Just much slower than others.
“Maybe Samantha is to become my companion,” I said to myself as I drifted into what would most likely be another 10 minute sleep, then I’d wake up fully refreshed. It’s ridiculous.
A.N. I changed things here and there, but just barely. I think it works better, but it’s pretty much uneventful at this point. I’ll do more later.
+++
Small towns seem to be larger than they used to be. Just ten years ago if you encountered a small town it was truly small. Locally owned stores, restaurants, and the people are simpleminded but easy to understand. This small town is hardly small. It is rather large, while the mentality is that of a small town, it holds the beginning of a big town. Similar to Las Angeles when it was still small. I decided to leave my new home with my ‘family’ still in it and observe the area a bit in the night, where people wouldn’t pay any attention.I found one restaurant and instantly took a liking to it. Small, dark, and almost tucked away across from a grocery store, I felt like this could be a good place for me to come in the evening hours. But then she showed up. I do not know who she is, but I find I have seen her before. I just cannot explain where from. But somehow, she is familiar to me.
This girl has a normal persona about her. She is small, and looks like she keeps to herself, but I knew that isn’t the case the second we locked eyes. She holds fire, and knowledge. This is one human I will have to worry.
“Same as usual?” the waitress asked. It seemed the girl was a regular, and very familiar of this waitress.
“Yup,” she said with a small smile that held a secret unhappiness, “but can I have a side of fries too?”
She nodded before taking the girls order just to return seconds later with a Dr. Pepper.
“Thank you,” the girl said when she sat the drink down.
“No problem,” she said, grinning eyes flicking towards me for a second, “but you should also know. The guy at the far table’s been watching you since you arrived.” Hearing this, I took it as my chance to leave. Laying more money than was probably needed on the table, I slipped out of the small restaurant and started towards home.
+Five minutes later+
“Lucca you are late,” my ‘father’, Joseph, observed when I walked into the house.
“I took the initiative to learn the area,” I replied with a shrug, “it isn‘t much here. Rather large, and yet truly nothing. What is the point of coming here?”
“It is a good place to settle down,” he replied, putting down the book he was reading to look me in the eye. “The people here only worry about themselves, we can blend in well.”
I nodded, not understanding it. The people here are ridiculous, petty, and half brained, “I will begin to unpack, but I hope that you realize this isn’t the best place for us and we leave here.”
“Lucca,” my Ea said, “your ‘mother’ and I believe its time you found a companion of your own.”
“I thought you and Fallyn were my companions,” I replied.
“We are,” came a sharp voice, “but we think you deserve something more.”
“I’m going to my room,” I said, not wanting to discuss this, “tomorrow is when I start this new high school.”
The home we moved into is lovely. One of the nicest in the town thanks to Ea’s job as the new Police Chancellor. To my utter shock, people didn’t question it considering how young he looks. I would say they are just relieved to have someone new. Rumors state that the last chancellor was loosing his mind. Doubtful.
+++
I have frequented several high schools. We have enrolled me either as a Jr. or a Sr. many times because the youngest I can pull of is 16 but I truly do not enjoy high schools. I have several diploma’s and G.E.D’s and even a few degrees, but I find that college is more suited to my tastes.“Do you see him?” I can hear someone saying, as my eyes flicked in her direction I realized they were watching me.
“Yeah,” she said breathily, “he’s better looking than Michael.”
“Thank god too,” the first girl replied with a grin, “Michael is finally taken. His most recent thing managed to get pregnant and he refuses to break up.”
I shook my head and continued on my way, not caring what these idiots had to say. I was not interested in any of them.
After I collected my schedule along with a map, this school was much bigger than some of the colleges I’ve attended, I went to find my locker and my first class. I was so busy trying to decipher the map that I ran into a couple.
“I am so sorry,” I said quickly, extending a hand to help a girl up after she tumbled to the floor, “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I’ll say,” she replied angrily, slapping away my offered hand and got up on her own. She didn’t stare at me like many of the other girls were. She seemed to be oblivious to me, but the quiet of the hallway we were in got the best of her and I realized she was the girl from last night in the restaurant, and she was lovely. Her skin was not pale, or dark like many girls here. It was a light brown, natural tan I guess, with long dark hair, and even darker brown eyes.
“I’m Lucca,” I said, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles gently.
“Sam,” she said, lowering her head so face was covered by a curtain of long hair.
“Do not cover your face, Samantha,” I said, moving her hair out of the way, “you obstruct the world from seeing your true beauty.”
Blushing a deep red, she thanked me and quickly turned to her friends. I smirked as I walked down the hall, ready to find my new classes.
“Who do you think that Lucca guy was?” her companion asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I wanna say he’s foreign. His accent is different.”
Her comment made my blood run cold. How could she hear I have a accent. Nobody has heard me with a accent in over a hundred years. That’s how long it has been since I was changed. I have done a good job at disguising it against those who are good at hearing things like this, but for her to just hear it as I talked was a strange arrangement. This girl was definitely someone to watch out for. I just hope I can.
Surprisingly the classes here are quite short. Only 50 minutes and then you are done. I handed in the homework assignments early, it wasn’t due for another week, and left to find my next class. The second a group of boys, and a few girls cornered me, I could feel that this school is not going to be as boring as I considered.
“So you’re the new guy?” one asked, looking at me. I just shrugged and nodded.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“We heard from some people who are nosy as hell,” the leader said, “and also have a way of looking into files, that you’re a big football star back in Florida.”
“Not in particular,” I replied, hating that for the first time in my life I tried out for a sport and was good at it.
“No need to be modest,” the boy said with a grin, “we are on the team. We were hopin’ you’d try out for the team.”
“Do not wait forever then,” I told him, “I tried out to make my ‘father’ happy. I just happened to have luck.”
The pack of boys all looked downtrodden when all of a sudden the leader perked up, “so you interested in Samantha Davis?”
“I have met a Samantha today,” I replied, “I do not know what her surname is, but she was… interesting.”
“If it’s the Samantha we all were told you knocked over today,” he said with a huge grin, “then make sure to check yourself with her. She’s a witch.”
I nodded and watched them as they took their leave of me. Thank goddess, I thought to myself, anymore of their stupidity and those lovely college degrees I hold dearly will no longer be of use.
+Later+
By the end of the day, I was more than happy to be able to leave. But I still had one more class to go. When I entered the room, I was surprised to see Samantha sitting in there with a friend.
“That’s what Jerry says,” she said, pulling out a worn book, “but its my choice of what religion I am. My mother didn’t force me to be Catholic with her, so I’m not. Wanna know another sin?”
“What?” her friend asked eagerly.
“Living,” Samantha said with a grin, “it’s called original sin Jen. The second your born you sin. After baptismal you’re absolved of that sin, but growing up you sin daily. You want constantly, which is a sin. So I’m not all damned-” I didn’t let her finish what she was saying. I intervened.
“But in the eyes of the church you are closer to evil than they are,” I said, walking up to them, “how are you Samantha?”
Samantha looked up, and was clearly not happy to see me.
“Lucca,” she said, voice low, making that one word her acknowledgement to me, “this is Jen. Excuse me.”
I talked with Samantha’s friend a bit. She gawked like every other girl, but quickly averted her attention to a spot on the carpet.
“So you’re the new guy,” she said. It wasn’t a question, “I’ve been hearing stuff about you all day. Your from Florida?”
I nodded, “my ‘father’ took a job here.”
“Why would you move to Casa Grande?” Jen asked me, “it’s so lame here. There is nothing to do, no one really that great, and definitely lame compared to a place like Miami. Hell the right parts of Phoenix is better than our little slice of hell.”
“I quite like it,” I lied, smirking when Samantha came back, “Samantha I see your trip to the library was futile.”
“You could say that,” she replied, sitting down.
“Lucca was just telling me he just moved here from Florida,” Jen said with a grin, “you used to live there didn’t you Sam?”
She nodded, “I would expect you were from somewhere else Lucca. You have a strange accent, and your name is… Italian?.”
“He doesn’t have a accent,” Jen said with a small laugh, I was thankful she did not hear the accent I truly have. But I took this as the perfect moment to leave.
“Sorry to disappoint you Samantha,” I said coolly, standing up, “I am not from anywhere but here. If you ladies will excuse me. I have to go to the office.” Samantha nodded and grinned at me before waving. She either wanted me angry, or was bipolar. I suspect it was the former, but I refuse to allow her to get under my skin.
As I entered the school office, I noticed the secretary had a very animalistic air about her as she eyeballed me.
“I know there’s only a few minutes left in the day,” I said to her, leaning over her and grinning, “but my father just called and said that he needs me home.” The woman smiled up at me and handed me a slip of paper. I felt pathetic resorting to this, but I smiled and took the paper.
When I got home, I was surprised to see Angie already there.
“Mother,” I said surprised, calling her that because she decided she wanted to adopt me a couple of decades ago, “what are you doing home? I thought you were going to find a job.”
“I was,” she said with a smile, “but there is no job for me here. I will go into the big city tomorrow and find something. You are home earlier than I thought.”
“I met this girl,” I said, ignoring the happy look on her face, “and no I’m not already in love with her. She is strange, and she can hear my ACCENT.”
Fallyn paled more than I suspected her already pale skin could do, “what do you mean? I thought only us of the blood could hear your accent.”
“So did I,” I said, “but she’s not one of us. She’s a normal human.”
“Who’s a normal human?” Ea asked, stepping into the room.
“A girl from school,” I said angrily, “she can hear my accent. And that’s the first step to figuring us out.”
“Not really,” Ea said calmly, “we are harder to find than normal singles.”
“WE’RE HALF BREEDS!” I roared, “SOMEONE WILL FIND OUT! I CANNOT LET THIS HAPPEN! THIS GIRL MAKES ME WORRIED, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO.”
“Calm down,” Fallyn scolded, “she wont find out. She hasn’t bled in front of you has she?” I shook my head. “And you haven’t felt you beast in a while so we have no worries. Do you think you can avoid her?”
“If I am lucky,” I said, “but we have a class together.”
“Don’t change it,” Ea said, “if she is intelligent she’ll notice something. Just do not approach her unless needed.”
I listened to them and went to my room. I finished unloading my stuff more and sat around for hours. I thought about school, and Samantha and how she could hear my accent. Then I thought about when Ea changed me. He said there was something in me that made him do it. I wasn’t dying, I was just a boy. I was damned, sort of. At least as a vampire I would never truly die, but being half that and half werewolf I am doomed to age. Just much slower than others.
“Maybe Samantha is to become my companion,” I said to myself as I drifted into what would most likely be another 10 minute sleep, then I’d wake up fully refreshed. It’s ridiculous.
A.N. I changed things here and there, but just barely. I think it works better, but it’s pretty much uneventful at this point. I’ll do more later.