[Bahahahahaha!!! I do love British men, so I am in love alsooo <3]
I saw her as she started walking my way. The dumb cat caught her attention to the tree. I mentally noted to drain the cat of its life later, for what it's costing me.
The second the light blinded my eyes, and the girls shriek filled my ears, I growled angrily and jumped from the tree gracefully, as if I was flying, and purposely landed on top of the girl. Not caring at that moment if I was hurting her by her landing on her back in the grass. My nose inches from hers, my eyes glared as I growled a,
"Shut up or I'll kill you now."
Finally, I realized that this wasn't like me. Of course, I've killed humans before. I needed to eat something, and I hated them for being able to grow old. But, knocking a lady over and yelling back at them? Especially since this was the family I vowed to never kill? They fascinated me to much, parse.
I was never taught to do such things to a lady back in England, when I was normal.
"I'm sorry." I croaked as I got up and fixed my tie. [ He's wearing what he's wearing in the picture. xD I love fancy dressin guys <3] "So sorry. I don't plan to hurt you..."
I will kill that mut though... I thought to myself as I searched with glaring eyes for the cat.

{ I'm gonna do first-person now... LOL It'll be way easier and lss confusing for me. ;3 } 

Pain flared up my back and skull as I collided with the ground, head slamming into the grass as someone tackled me. I almost shrieked again, but it got caught in my throat as fear paralyzed me. I really am going to die.

I couldn't breath; staring into the mystery man's eyes took away any proper brain function I had. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he stood up and I noticed the burning in my chest. Sucking in a deep breath, I sat up, dark brown hair framing my flushed face.

"Who are you?" I said, trying to be demanding. I ignored his second statement. There was no way in hell I believed him. But instead of sounding demanding, I sounded like a whiney brat asking for candy. "What are you doing here?"

As I waited for his answer, I adjusted my tank top and shorts; he'd tackled me so hard my shirt had revealed my stomach and the bottom of my bra, and my shorts had been hiked up my thighs even further.

Despite his accent, I found him anything but charming. 

[Mwahahahahaha I love this already <3
And, I'm starting to like first person alot, I dunno why xD]

After I finished adjusting myself, I realized I pounded down on her harder then expected.
"I paniced. Sorry." I whispered quietly, tempted to grab her hand to help her up, but knew I was impossibly to cold, and I didn't want her asking questions.

Her questions were worse then what I expected or avoided. I've avoided this situation for so long, with her father, and mother. I now had to go through it with their daughter. I knew I was a pretty good liar, living all these years and having to explain myself to people many times before when they saw me at night while I was hungry. So, I knew I could play my way around this girl.

Hopefully.

"My name is Andrew Smith." [I'm changing his real name - Eddie Smith - to -Eddie Wright- KKK? Hehe] "I'm from England as you can probably tell. I'm visiting my family, but I got lost. I saw you, and got worried that you'd..." I used his hands to show what I meant. "You'd do exactly what you did." I said that with a laugh. "Thinking I was here to kill you or something. My dear mother was right, you people are pretty superstitious." I ran a hand through my black hair, my blue eyes staring back at her to see her reaction.

{ LOL Me too. }

 I shook my head, not convinced in the slightest. After years of living with my father, I could tell when somebody was lying. Whether they licked their lips, fidgeted, narrowed their eyes or played with their hair, there was always something that picked out truth from lies.

Standing up, I brushed the grass off of my behind and gave him a long, pointed look. Should I tell him I know he's lying? No. I don't know him; what if he gets angry and kills me? "Well, when you're in your barn after midnight and someone is sitting in your tree, you kind have to assume they're going to harm you," I replied, ice coating my voice.

"My name is Charlotte Stark. I live here with my father. Is there any way I can help you find your family, then? I'd hate for you to scare the living daylights out of any other person who lives around here."

I couldn't help but notice how good looking he was. 

I felt remorse as I watched her stand up. Being the gentleman I usually was, I should have helped her up. But, no. My unfortunate cold skin ruined any demeanor I liked to present.
"I'm so very sorry for.. Eh.. 'scaring the living daylights' out of you, as you put it. Though, I think I saw my way when I was up in that tree. I'm very sorry for the bother I became." With a crooked smile, I added, "But thank you for the offer. Though I realize it wasn't for me, but for anyone else I might accidently awaken."

And with that, I walked passed her, ignoring the delicious scent that met my nose as I walked. I was getting a tad hungry. That cat will do, once I come back tomarrow night. I've been here so long, I don't think I'll never be able to leave For now, I had to find some place else to stay in during the day, that was dark enough to cover me from the sun. I knew a forest near by. That would be good enough.

After turning around to do one more passing glance with a lazy wave to the girl Charlotte, I kept going down the gravel path, straight ahead.

I opened my mouth, unable to comprehend what he'd said. I couldn't understand why he was just walking away, as if nothing had ever happened. It was only when he waved that I really realized he was leaving. That charming smile... my throat tightened, and my eyes narrowed. 

Picking up my flashlight, I pushed the hair out of my eyes and stared at his back as he walked. I wouldn't admit to myself that his dazzling eyes left me searching for breath. There was no reason for me to be attracted to him.

Turning to go back to my house, I smiled as Willa appeared at my side. I'd never been interested in anyone before; I was always far too busy taking care of my father. Was this what people called love? How silly. She'd only met him for a few minutes.

As I opened the door, I found all thoughts of Andrew Smith vanished, and I was brought back down to earth to a more sobering fact. My father had probably woken up to myscreaming... and I was to help him back to sleep.

Kicking off my worn-out leather boots, I only looked back once, squinting against the darkness, before closing the door. Making my way towards my father's room to check on him, I could only think of one thing. And it was a very inappropriate thought.

I hope he comes back some day. 

[[Vampires run fast right? Even the non sparkly ones?]]

As I walked down the path, I pulled my sleeves higher up - to my elbows - for I always found it more comfortable. When I guessed that I was far enough away from the girl to where she was either back inside, or couldn't see me from this distance, I used my vampiric speed to run back to her house, passing hers in a mere second, and back into the small vacant forest I have made my home for so many years.

Once I was in the forest, I slowed to a walk. I kept using my great sense of smell and hearing to check that no one was around. As I walked deeper and deeper into the forest, I kept mentally scolding myself. How stupid was I! Usually, if someone in that family came outside, I would keep myself perfectly hidden, no one ever realizing I was there. Watching them.

But, I've watched that girl for so long, I just couldn't control myself! Irritatedly I grunted to myself. That was no excuse. I should always control myself. Thinking that, I realized I was hungry. I hoped I could wait until tomarrow, for I could already see a bit of the sun peaking about, I couldn't risk going back out with the sun coming.

 { Yes yes. :D }

{ Can I skip to the next night? ;0; } 

[[ Of course :DD]]

By the time I got to the livingroom, I was reduced to a puddle of tears and self-pity. It was about Eleven Thirty PM, and I'd just returned from the hospital, where my father had been rushed earlier. He'd fallen down the stairs after declining my help. He'd insisted he do it himself... 

I threw myself onto the couch, burying my face into nearest pillow. Tears and snot seaped into the fabric, but I didn't care. All I cared about was my father, old and frail as he was, laying in some sort of coma in the hospital while my mother was off God-knows-where, and my brothers lived far away.

Why had life been so mean to me? I'd done nothing but study hard and achieve academic excellence in school. I'd been a good girl, with no fights in school, never sneaking off during the night... And then my father had fallen ill. And now he might die.

Curling in on myself, laying in the fetal position, I sobbed like I never sobbed before. Distantly, in the back of my mind, I wished that my Knight in Shinging Armor would come and get me. But there was no Knight. Only a mysterious, lying boy named Anthony who I didn't trust.

But I couldn't help but wish he was here anyways.

[[ Fake name = Andrew. Not Anthony ;PPPPPPP Just saying <333]]

The whole next day after the night of talking to Charlotte for the second time now in her life, I wandered around in the forest like I usually did. Awaiting for night to come, so I could see the family again.
See Charlotte.
Thinking about her reminded me of when I first saw her face to face, spoken with her. She probably wouldn't remember because she was just an infant-not even a year old - but I watched her every night after her gaurdians [mother or father - whichever one was around then] would put her to sleep. I remember not being able to control myself yet once again with this girl as I snuck through the window, and stared at the baby infront of me. I remember feeling so lonely that night that I had to talk to someone. And, that baby - Charlotte - was the only one there to listen, even though she didn't understand.

I remember even crying - breaking down like a blubbering baby, like herself at that time - as I said what was on my mind to that baby. Feeling alone. Feeling like a monster.
Feeling envy toward that beautiful baby and her family.
It felt like everything was perfect in that house. So perfect, I would watch every night. That baby was the only human I didn't want hate for being alive or envy being a human.

It was night again. And as soon as I knew everyone was asleep in the area, I quickly went the opposite way of Charlottes house and came to a city a couple miles away. When I got there, I snuck through a ally way, homeless people were always here. They didn't have the best taste, but it was better then feeling remorse for accidently draining Charlotte of her own blood.

After my 'meal' was done - which I made sure was quicker then normal since I usually atleast apologize - I immediately ran back to the forest. Seeing as it was fully night out - exactly midnight by the looks of it on my wristwatch, I ran to the barn again. Charlotte wasn't there this time. More careful, I went to the house, the house I've watched since my family moved away.
The house I still call mine.
I could hear sobbing. Uncontrollable sobbing as I snuck around the back, and looked through some windows looking for the source of it. Finally, as I looked through the living room window, I saw the girl. Charlotte. The girl that was such a good listener as a baby, though she never knew it. As she sobbed on the couch. Again, I couldn't help but want to know what was wrong. I couldn't even smell anyone else around.
Was her father dead so soon?
Quickly I thought of a plan, as I came to the front door. Of course, it was a stupid one, but anything to find out what was wrong with the only human I promised to never hate nor envy.
With a shaky hand, and as I felt rain drops fall down ever so slowly, I knocked on Charlottes front door.

{ ... LOL Sorry. D: -shuns self- }

My body responded before my mind did, straightening out even though I was still sobbing. Who could be knocking on my door so late at night? Should I answer it? I sat there, nearly motionless as my crying began to die down. Crying showed weakness, as my father always said, and there was no way I would let whoever was at the door see that I was weak.

Wiping the tears and snot from my face, I rose slowly from the couch and began to approach the front door. My hand hovered above the knob, as if there was something preventing me from twisting it and throwing the door open. I swallowed slowly.

I should see who it is first.

Pressing my face against the cool metal of the door, which was quite relieving, I stared through the peep hole, and to my surprise, saw Andrew standing there. I pulled away as if I had been shocked.

Why was I happy to see him? This repulsive creep that had haunted what little sleep I'd gotten last night... why was I happy to see him? Why should I be happy at all, when my father is in a hospital, near-dead?

The thought brought tears to my eyes again, constricting my throat. I forced it down, turning the door knob slowly with a shaking hand, opening it enough to look at Andrew. "Hello," I grumbled, glad to hear that I didn't sound like I had been crying. "What can I do for you?"

Suddenly very uncomfortable in my own skin, I tugged the the edge of my sundress down, as if I was trying to hide as much of my legs as possible. This revealed the lace edge of my bra, but I failed to notice this. 

I heard her footsteps as she came to the door. I also could tell she was hesitating, since I could smell her being so close to the door - yet not opening it for me. It was probably because I frightened her last night. Who wouldn't be frightened at a random man in there tree?
I wondered what she thought of me as I waited for her to open the door. Did she wonder how I got up in that tree so fast? Did she wonder how I jumped off the tree so well that there wasn't one trace of a bruise or scratch on me?
Did she still think I was about to kill her?
I vowed long ago to never kill this girl, or the family. I planned to keep that promise. If only I could show her that - show her that she was safe with me - without having her know who I truly was.
As she opened the door, the rain was pelting down on me harder and harder. Me wearing a white shirt that was my favorite, I didn't want it ruined, I stepped a little closer to the girl. Right where the door should be, inbetween the door hinge. Immediately, seeing as I was only a couple inches from her, I stepped back into the one step they had before the front door. The last thing I wanted to do was disrespect a girl that looked as if she was dressed half of what she should be. I didn't blame her, for lately its been hot at night for the humans.
"I'm so sorry to awaken you. I truly hope I didn't." I said, though knowing I was lieing. She wasn't asleep. I interuppted her on her sobbing fest. "The thing is... Well..." Awkwardly, I stood there, feeling the rain wet my hair and making my white shirt 'see- through' [XD Yes. I had it rain only for that reason. xD]]  I asked,
"May... May I come in? I mean no harm." And I truly didn't. I just needed to know if she was alright. My desire was eating away at me as I ran a hand through my hair to try to shake the water out, though the rain was now pouring even harder now.
"Please?"

[[I have to go soon. D:]]

I was skeptical at first, watching his ex
pression very closely as he spoke. I sucked in a deep breath the moment he stepped closer, feeling my heart skip a beat in my chest. The feeling I got was frightening, and I was glad when he stepped away again.

My mind was fuzzy as I watched him, brown eyes raking over his wet hair, blue eyes, and see-through wet shirt that made my pulse quicken... and then back to his face, realizing he'd spoken. What had he said, though? I felt my cheeks heat up as blood rushed to my face. 

The only thing I'd heard was 'please'. Please what? Was he asking me to go somewhere with him? Was he asking me to borrow a shovel? I didn't understand at first, until I was rudely reminded that it was raining. It was wet outside. He was outside.

Stuttering, I rushed to step out of the way and open the door a little wider. "Oh. Oh yes, come in! Of course!" I hurried towards the couch, sitting down where I'd just been curled up and crying. I pressed the wet pillow against my chest, wrapping my arms around it, so he couldn't see the wet spot on it.

Patting the couch next to me, I forced a small smile. "Come sit down... But take your shoes off at the door please." 

[[Was he asking me to borrow a shovel? BAHAHAHAHAHA!!! omg he's SOOOO going to do that someday BAHAHA xD]]

Though I tried to ignore it, I couldn't help but think it was cute how she stuttered. I always found her cute which probably was part of the reason I made an oath to myself to never drink her blood. But, only part.
Glad that she wasn't as nervous around me as last night, it showed that she believed what I said yesterday. A pain of remorse creeped up in me, knowing that she believed my real name was Andrew Smith.
Maybe, someday I'd be able to tell her who I really am.
I thought as I started walking inside, but my feet stopped. Did I just think that someday I could tell her? Who I really am?
That was  fools thought.
Clearing my throat to hide the awkwardness of me stopping, I said,
"Thank you, Charlotte. You have a lovely home." As I walked inside, I realized I said her name. Swallowing nervously, and hoping she didn't notice, I looked franticly for anything that said her name. If she asked how I knew, I could have proof. Seeing right infront of me was a picture of her as a baby, and her name at the top, I smiled of relief as I said,
"I have that correct? Your name is Charlotte, right?" as I pointed to the name above the picture. Of course this was apart of the act as well, for I would never forget what she looked like as an infant.
I sat down next to her and took a deep breath before looking back at her. Doing a sheepish smile, I remembered what I was here for. For some reason, I completely forgot [[And, so did I D:]] the plan I made spontaneously, so now it was at random how these events will happen. But, I did remember her crying. I would never forget that.
"Your parents... Are they asleep? I wouldn't want you uncomfortable, or to anger them by me being here with you alone like this. I realize its awkward."
Of course, I know her mother isn't around. I just wanted to know what was wrong, and her father was sick.  But, I had to play the role of 'newbie' in this town, so to her, I didn't know a thing.

My back became stiff and erect when he said my name, the smile on my face feeling oddly out of place. He knew my name... how? I thought I told him last night, but it felt forever ago and my memory wasn't always the greatest. I let it slide, simply because I had no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary. Or did I?

Mind reeling, I nodded. "Yes. My name's Charlotte... that's a picture of me when I was very young." I tried to ignore his presence as he sat beside me... his slow breathing, which made my stomach twirl, and his steady eyes that both scared and intregued me. I'd never been more afraid of one person in the world before... nor had I longed to be around someone this much. Clearing my throat, I shifted away from him. 

What he said next was like a slap in the face.

My throat tightened, my mouth pressed into a thin line as I struggled to supress the tears again. Crying was weakness. I couldn't let him see I was weak. Especially with those wonderful blue eyes trained on me.

Wonderful?

I was going insane.
"My mother left me ten years ago," I told him matter-of-factly, unable to meet his gaze. My brown eyes wandered around the room, heart thudding wildly in my chest. "Father said she went crazy... she ran out the door screaming something about a 'Night Leech'. I haven't seen her since."

Calmly, I turned back to look at him. "My father... he ah, ran to the store. He'll be home soon though... Yes. He'll be home soon..." My voice cracked on 'home soon', and I nearly dissolved again. Now he would know I was lying... damn. 

She didn't seem to suspect anything. Even when I knew her name - of course, that picture helped me. If that wasn't there, I would have been doomed.
I hoped I didn't make her too nervous. I understood how different her life was compared to others, and me being there without a true reason only made things worse, at least thats what I believed.
I've seen to many painful faces in this life time. I knew, the second I looked at her ex
pression after I asked her where her parents were, that I was on a touchy subject. I knew that before I even spoke it.
But, I didn't know just talking about her father made her look so...
Distraught. I was starting to think something was wrong with her father.
Empathy swarmed me, but I noticed how she backed away a bit on the couch. That was a sign that I shouldn't be showing comfort to her. But, at least I could show her I cared by listening.
"I'm... I'm so sorry about your mother." I said genuinely. Though I lied to her about not knowing where her mother was, I've always felt empathy for this girl. Who wouldn't for a teenage girl not having a mother? "I didn't realize the situation. I wouldn't have brought it up." I could feel my whole face frowning down, as if I was just as saddenned as she was. And, I truly was, actually. I've always been empathetic towards her. Hopefully she still wasn't suspecting anything.
At her next response about her father, something didn't fit right about it. I've seen many painful faces, yes, but I've heard even more tones when lieing in my time. Frowning, I tilted my head slightly to have my eyes leveled with hers. I wanted her to know I cared. I never had such a strong desire before in my life - other then human blood of course.
"Charlotte.." I said while I exhaled. "I don't mean to get nosy. And, you don't have to go any farther with an explaination, if you don't want to." Oh, how I wanted to know, though. I couldn't pressure. "But, I do realize your lieing to me. I don't know why, for you can trust me. I don't see why you couldn't, just yet."
I knew I was just a babbling fool speaking nothing but nonsense. There were so many reasons why she couldn't trust me! What was I thinking, coming here...
 Embarressed with myself, I looking down a moment. It was just, that I haven't spoken to her in so long. It's been so many years...
I looked back up at her, and said, "I knew I'd come at a wrong time. I shouldn't have come at all..." This time, it was more of a calming whisper. I didn't want to frighten her in any way so I made sure everything was gentle. "I... I can leave." Standing up, I did a soft smile. I could still feel my eyes portraying empathy though, like they usually did when I watched her. "I'm very sorry. I'll show myself out the door." And with that, I walked over, and slipped on my shoes, wincing slightly as lightening lighted the room through the windows for a moment.

I was on my feet before he was even half way across the room, but I couldn't move any further. I watched him with solemn brown eyes, a frown plastered on my face. "Don't leave," I begged, voice quiet. I was almost frightened he wouldn't hear me. "Please. Stay, Andrew."

I followed him, heart pounding in my ears, standing behind him without saying anything else. He was so kind... it was if he were tiptoeing around a secret that would shatter me. Almost as if he were afraid to hurt my feelings. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, a little gasp of surprise escaping me; his skin was ice-cold. How long had he been outside for? 

I released his wrist, pressing my lips into a thin line. "I know you were lying too," I whispered, giving him a skeptical look as I took a step back. "I know that you haven't been telling me the truth. Tell me, Andrew... why should I trust you, when you cannot trust me? Is there something wrong with me?"

I felt the tears rise again, so I turned my back to him, voice thick. Today was much too emotional for my liking. "I know this might not make much sense, but... this house has been too empty for too long. Please, stay with me. At least for a little while. I just..." I started to break down again, a single tear streaking down my face. "I don't want to be alone anymore." It echoed in my mind, my voice sad and heartbroken.

I don't want to be alone anymore... 

{ FAIL POST. 8D } 

[[ nonono fail ;) ]]

As I felt her small, delicate fingers wrap around my wrist, my common sense to pull away didn't come to mind. Even if it did, I wouldn't be able to make her feel so rejected. I just couldn't.
So, for that small moment, I stared back at Charlotte, eyes searching hers after her gasp. Thankfully, she didn't ask why I was so cold.
My heart ached and shattered at her next words. I've never felt such pain before, not even when I was first bitten. This was much more intoxicating; to see the one who meant everything to you break down. I couldn't show her how much she meant to me just yet, so I tried to act the way anyone else would act in such a case.
"Charlotte..." My voice cracked though I doubted she heard it since my voice would only go to a whisper. Swallowing and clearing my throat, I continued. "I'm sorry. I thought me leaving would be better..." Slowly, I took off my shoes. Not taking the risk of losing the reason why she was so distraught now. Though, I already had an idea of why.
She was lonely. Her mother wasn't around. Her father was sick. When was the last time someone her age came around? Not any time I could remember.
"Don't cry." I croaked, trying to hide the pain that was scratching its way out of me. "From my own experiences, I know that talking to someone makes you feel much better." What I wouldn't say was, that she was the one I talked to when I needed to let things out. She was 'my experience'. "So talk to me." I said, warmly, as I put a hand on her back gently and led her back to the couch.

I don't even know him.
Yet, I want to throw myself at him and pour out my heart's most secret desires. Lay everything out on the table. Let him see me for who I truely was. Because... I didn't have to worry about what he thought. He was nobody to me. He was like a walking diary; pour everything out, and never worry about it getting around.

That was the exact reason I let go of everything I knew. I didn't care if he was a stranger. I didn't care that I was home alone with someone I didn't know. I didn't care that he was the strangest boy I knew. I collapsed onto the couch and curled up, face buried in his frosty shoulder.

"He fell," I sobbed, tears and snot soaking his shirt as I began to gasp for breath. My words were jumbled and slirred. "Down the stairs this morning. He- he's in a coma. He's not moving. Or-or breathing. And he's on this awful machine..." I grabbed fistfuls of his soaked shirt, my sobbing sending shocks of pain through my shaking body. "I don't have enough money for it. H-He has t-three weeks.. and then... a-and then..."

I was beyond words now. I sat there, doing nothing but crying into Andrew's shoulder for a long time. It had to have been at least fifteen minutes before I lifted my head and looked at him with red-rimmed eyes. "He always told me there was someone watching over me. A guardian angel. He said that they were always watching me..." I shooked my head. "Where is my angel now?"