Title: I Was Only Afraid of One Thing
Author: Mika Kitsune (me)
Time: two days one and off
Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual references
Author's Note: This was a prompt that I got from Prompt Me!, the writing thread thing that I frequent. It's a little explicit and a tad long so I just put up a link to here instead of posting it there. Sorry for the inconvenience, everyone ♥
"I Was Only Afraid of One Thing"
My name is Ying Fa Li and before I’m asked, no, I’m not Asian. I was adopted by my guardian of sorts, Henry Li (third generation Chinese, thank you very much), and he renamed me Ying Fa after a Chinese flower. I don’t know who my real parents are, what nationality I am, or even what my first name was.
I go to St. Michael’s private school in Chicago; I’m a junior there. I make good grades for the most part, if you don’t count the occasional C in Pre-Calculus. I’ve never been good at math, but that’s supposed to be really common for girls so I don’t kill myself for it.
My eyes are green, my hair is short and auburn, and I’m really small, five feet two inches and one hundred ten pounds. I’m only afraid of one thing, roaches.
Oh, yeah, and I’m a vampire slayer when I’m not in school. It’s really not a big deal or as cool as it originally sounds. The shiny veneer wears off after the first couple of vampires sinks their teeth into you or breaks a bone.
I don’t have a bunch of friends, but the ones I do have make up for that completely. I have two best friends, both boys, and that’s about it.
Jonathan Smith (Yeah, I know. Jon Smith. Original people, his parents.) was my first real, real friend and is my fellow slayer. He’s pretty, of course, with lavender eyes, dark hair and an uncanny eye for style without trying at all. Girls trip over themselves just to get him to talk to them. Yeah. He’s that boy. He’s cocky, overconfident, and sharp as a knife. He’s like my big brother or little brother, depending on each of our moods.
Then there’s Cayden Blaise, my other best friend. He’s adorable in every way shape and form and, you guessed it, also pretty. Cayden’s prettiness is more feminine than Jonathan’s though. His butterscotch colored eyes are soft as a fawn’s and his red-brown hair is primped and prodded into absolute perfection. He’s happy all the time and extremely hyper to the millionth degree.
Sometimes Cayden annoys me because of all of his balled up energy, but not usually. As long as I’m not really stressed we get along well. Girls love Cayden too, but they keep their distance because they all know that he’s gay. Even without anyone actually saying it, they know, like a sixth sense that everyone agrees on when they’re around him. It makes me sad for Cayden sometimes since he likes being surrounded by people. That leaves only me, Jonathan, and his twin brother to keep him company and be substitutes to the masses of people that should be engulfing him.
His brother. God, his brother. His brother’s name is Collin Blaise. He’s Cayden’s identical twin, in looks anyway, but even there Collin is a little different. He’s the slightest bit taller because he used to play sports while Cayden wouldn’t lay a foot in a gym if he didn’t have to, and Collin’s face is less feminine. They’re complete opposites in every personality aspect. Collin reminds me of a toned down, brooding Jonathan- stubborn, sure of himself, hot-headed, and brilliant in everything he’s ever put half a thought into.
And he’s sort of/almost/kind of but not really my boyfriend. This complicates my life a lot. Not because I have a boyfriend. No, if anything that would just make my life that much easier. With Jonathan as attractive as he is and with me never having so much as thought of going out with him, I think Henry is starting to question my sexuality.
A boyfriend would make my life so much easier. A human boyfriend, anyway. The thing is that Collin and Cayden are both of the vampiric persuasion. And that just completely throws a wrench into the mechanics of my life.
But it was hard to think about that when Collin was kissing me like he was just then. In fact, it was hard to think about anything in particular, except maybe that I wished I could somehow get closer to Collin than this without sexing him. I mean, I could have sex with him, I supposed, and I couldn’t really say that I didn’t want to either, but still. Having some morals and a sense of values had to be taken into account in these kinds of situations.
Besides, I’m sixteen years old. These are just raging hormones sparked viciously to life after all of those years of dormancy.
Maybe sparked is too light a word for it. More like exploded.
Collin’s hands roamed, and there was no possible way for me to lie and say that I didn’t like it. They slid down my back, down my thigh, back up over my stomach, pushing up cloth where he could and trailing calloused fingertips over my skin. He was extremely careful not to touch my chest or do anything I would deem inappropriate though. I couldn’t help but wonder if the fact that he was born in 1919 had anything to do with that.
My hands, well, I couldn’t say much for them. They stayed firmly in place, one tangled in his soft red-brown hair and the other clinging to his upper back. I needed them to stay that way just so I could feel rooted into this world. It was pathetic that I had to use them as an anchor of sorts, and I’d never admit it out loud. I didn’t want my mind to go spiraling out of control like it was so dangerously close to doing. It was a good thing we were on my bed. No way would I have been able to stand up.
It was odd to me how well we fit together when we were doing this. I was just the right height against him that I had to look up for kissing and he had to look down. When he held me my head fit snuggly beneath his chin in the smooth coolness of his neck. Neither of us was afraid to be more daring (aside from his gentlemanly courtesy to not touch me inappropriately) and we were just… two pieces of the same puzzle. We clicked.
His lips were soft and cool against mine and he tasted just like he smelled- of peppermint, sharp yet subtle. Occasionally I could feel his heart beat against my chest, but very rarely. I was sure he could hear mine fluttering frantically, worse than a million butterflies trapped in my chest.
A dull buzz hummed against my stomach, and it took me longer than it should have to realize what it was. I had to turn my face away to talk, but he didn’t stopping kissing me, simply shifted from my lips to just below my ear.
“Is that yours or mine?” My eyes were closed as I spoke. I couldn’t bring myself to open them and shatter the moment.
His hand slipped between our bodies and into my pocket, drawing out a silver cell phone. He removed his lips from my skin (to my silent dismay), propping himself up on his elbows and glancing at the digital read out screen. “It’s yours. Henry.”
I waved my hand over at the small table beside my bed where I kept my guns and knives. “Just put it down. He’ll stop calling eventually.”
He nodded and obeyed, setting the phone down on top of the blood stained towel I use for cleaning off my weapons to muffle the vibrating. Though dulled, the sound was still irritating with its incessant thrumming. Then his cold lips were back on mine, and I never knew there was another sound in the room.
Until Fall Out Boy blared right next to my ear.
“Mmf!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, stopping the fresh kiss dead in its tracks. Collin was already on the edge of my bed, reaching for the phone and not looking too happy about it either. I snatched my cell before he could touch it.
“That’s Jonathan’s ring tone,” I quickly explained before flipping it open.
Collin rolled his eyes, obviously displeased with the fact that I found Jonathan’s call necessary to answer. This irked me a bit, and I didn’t know why. If I thought about it I knew that him taking a call during anything we were up to would insult me, but I didn’t particularly care about that at the moment.
He sighed, visibly releasing his annoyance in what looked to me to be a much practiced exercise. Then he resumed kissing my neck.
“Hello?”
“Oh!” I’d completely forgotten about having answered the phone. “Hey, Jonathan. What’s up?”
“We’ve got a fresh victim over here. Looks like a camper who got a little too up close and personal. There’s not a speck of blood in him or anywhere else. The leech sucked him completely dry.”
Heat stained my cheeks and my head tilted back when Collin nipped my skin. I made a little ‘Mm…’ noise, remembering at the last moment to pull the phone from my ear so that my best friend didn’t hear most of it.
“Uh… Ying Fa, are you okay?” Apparently some of my sound had gotten through. Dammit.
“Yeah. Stubbed my toe earlier and the thing still hurts. I just hit it again on the dresser.” I’m not a remarkable liar when I don’t have time to plan my lies out. This particular scenario had never crossed my mind before so I’d had to go with my sucky first instinct.
There was a short pause, and I dreaded what Jonathan had to be thinking. “Well, once you’ve had ample time to tend to… your toe,” his tone was snickering, “would you mind getting down here?”
“One problem.” I had to shut my eyes tightly just to think straight. “You have my car still. When is yours getting out of the shop? And how am I supposed to get down there? Fly?”
He laughed. “I’m sure your toe will give you a ride. Really, darling, you have to work on your pet names for him. ‘Toe’ just isn’t that endearing, if you catch my drift.”
I scowled at the receiver and almost chunked the phone at my wall, resisting only because of the memory of having to buy a new one from my last throwing episode. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” When in doubt, deny deny deny.
“Of course. Well, once you’re done, catch a ride a little bit away from the north entrance of Waterfall Forest, would you? And try to get done quickly. We’re sort of in a rush down here looking for the big bad bloodsuckers and all that.” The dial tone buzzed in my ear.
“What was that about?” Collin asked, his cool breath whispering against my neck. I knew perfectly well that he’d heard every word of the conversation and probably things in the background that I hadn’t, that he was being courteous to me once again. It’s disconcerting when you think someone can eavesdrop so easily on you.
My fingers slid through his soft hair, gently untangling a knot that I stumbled upon. Even vampires aren’t perfect. “I have to go. There’s been another attack.”
He sat up and his amber eyes watched me, blazing magnificently with knowledge, understanding, confusion, and something softer that made my chest feel tight. “Was it bad?”
I pursed my lips. “Depends on what you mean by bad, but by my standards it’s a nine on the scale. No blood. At all.”
His brows knitted appropriately. “That’s a lot of blood for one vampire. Either someone was starving or…”
“Or there were a lot of someones. Dammit,” I hissed, running my fingers through my own hair and straightening up my clothes. “Would you drive me just outside the north side of Waterfall Forest? Jonathan still has my car, the b*****d.”
He stood up smoothly and offered me his hand. “Sure.”
* * * * *
Collin’s Aston Martin came to a stop a couple hundred meters from the northern path into Waterfall Forest a half hour later. Parking so far away was necessary if Collin and I were to remain a secret from my clan.
My hands were busy inspecting me for any signs of Collin’s existence, even going so far as to apply so vanilla lotion to disguise any trace of his smell on me. Henry and the other elder members are sometimes quite odd in the ways they figure out things. My hands felt at my throat and I cringed at the warm spot that lay at the base of my neck.
“Collin, please tell me you didn’t give me what I think you gave me.” I flipped down the sun visor and winced at the bright red spot that my fingers partially covered. “********.”
“Sorry. I was busy trying to keep your attention and sort of… forgot.” He didn’t sound apologetic at all. Actually, he sounded almost proud. How ridiculously male.
“When Henry comes and shoots up your apartment don’t come yelling for me to help,” I groused at him, pulling my collar up as much as I could. I threw the car door open and huffed out into the rapidly cooling night.
“Ying Fa,” Collin called after me.
I ducked my head back into the car, glaring daggers at him and not meaning them at all. “What?”
His mouth opened, shut and opened again, twisting between transitions, before he finally spoke. “Be careful.”
I felt let down somehow. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting but that just wasn’t it. “I l-” My mouth snapped shut, and I spun on my heel, my cheeks burning. “I’ll be careful!” I called over my shoulder, tossing a wave as I half ran into the forest.
I quickly lost myself in the growing shadows of the forest, a hand clapped firmly over my mouth as if it would betray me again. Even without Collin there betraying me would not have been a wise decision for my mouth to make.
I couldn’t believe what I’d almost just said to him. I couldn’t believe it. My heartbeat was erratic, and my brain was flaring me warning signals all over the place. I could barely look for Jonathan, my conscious and subconscious were so preoccupied. Because I could not, would not allow myself to believe that I’d almost told Collin that I loved him.
My name is Ying Fa Li. I’m not Asian so don’t ask. I have auburn hair, green eyes, and I’m a real lightweight. I’m a high school student who makes good grades. I have two best friends, both boys, who are basically my only friends in the entire world, and I don’t mind that. I’m a vampire slayer, and it’s not a glamorous life like they make it seem in Hollywood.
I used to be scared of only one thing, roaches, but now I’m afraid of something that kicks my fear of roaches’ butt every time. Now I’m afraid that I might be in love with my sort of/almost/kind of but not really boyfriend Collin Blaise.
Yeah. That completely tromps a roach’s a**.
 Salire · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 06:36am · 0 Comments |
