Silversun

[ScarlettEclipse]

This is me just goofing off, playing around. Originally, my friend and I had a competition who could write a vampire love story so that is the reason why there are vampires becuase otherwise there wouldn't be. Thanks from the authour. P.S. Below is chapter one and two


You Know How It Is

“Belphoebe, it’ll be an exciting adventure,” smiled my mom. Rolling my eyes, I carried a box out to the back of our van. There was hardly any space left with all the other boxes stuffed in the back. With a sigh, I brought it up front shoving the box on top of the passenger seat. Soon we would be swimming in cardboard.

“Belphoebe!” my mom shouted out the door. God, how many times does she have to call me by that name? “Belphoebe!” Twice.

“Belle! Just Belle!” I shouted back at her coming toward the door. “Damn it,” I cursed when I saw my mom standing there with little baby Ham, which believe it or not is short for Hamlet. My parents and their old English name obsession but it was all mostly Shakespearian stuff. Me, I got Belphoebe, Edward Spenser not the wonderful William Shakespeare.

“Somebody needs to get into their car seat,” cooed my mother.

“Whatever,” I grumbled taking Ham from her. He started to fuss as I carried him away to the car. “Shut up, Ham!” He continued to fuss. “Shut up!” Finally, I locked him into his seat only for the other brats to rush out. Our family was just too damn big for my taste. Each snot-nosed brat climbed into their assigned seat before I closed the door. I slipped into the passenger seat pulling the box onto my lap.

My mom climbed into the driver seat, “finally we are escaping your father.”

“Yipee,” I sarcastically cheered.

“Awe come on, it’ll be an exciting adventure. Maybe you can be like that Bella Swan from Twilight and meet a handsome vampire,” suggested my mom.

“Yeah, that’d be amazing but it’s just too bad vampires don’t exist.”

“Come on, I’m just trying to help.”

“Well don’t, ‘cause it’s obnoxious,” I growled, “just go before I change my mind and stay with dad.”

“You can leave if you want.”

“Can’t, you have custody.”

That hurt my mom’s feelings, the fragile emotions of a parental figure. She pulled out of the drive way no saying anything as we moved on through life. There is no God…if there was he’d stop this horrendous act. Now I had to leave the semi-exciting suburbs to the doldrums. Can life get any better?

Konnours

It took like a millennium to finally arrive at our new home, it was some apartment out by a private school. The town was small, in a way, but rich yet there was something very strange about it…I just couldn’t place it. Instead of lingering on this idea; I just went to unpack the van.

My mom lead the brat pack inside leaving me alone with our load of crap. While I was out there some guy approached me. He stopped close to the back of the van.

“Interesting packing ideas, how long are you staying for?” he asked me.

“Um I hope never but God hates me…so an eternity,” I replied. “We’re moving in all thanks to my mom’s brilliant idea, she grew up here.”

“Well that makes sense, nobody-nobody ever comes out here,” commented the guy. “I’m Connor Konnours, don’t laugh.”

“I won’t, my name is worse. My name is longer than a bridge…I’m Belphoebe Espenæs Maximum Wish,” I told him and the sad part was that it was my real name.

“Well hello Belphoebe,” laughed Connor, “anything short?”

“Max…yeah…I like to be called Max.” I paused. “So Connor do you happen to be a vampire?”

“No, why would you ask that?” He sounded defensive.

“Just a book I read. And it’s something that my mom said,” I replied, blushing. “Awkward.”

“Yeah, real awkward,” mumbled Connor. “Well, I think I live across the hall from you if you need any help.”

“Great,” I smiled, “my mom has a bad habit of asking the neighbors for milk.”

“Oh…no dairy products.”

“Your kidding!”

“Yeah,” laughed Connor. “We actually have our own cow so come over whenever you need milk.”

“I’ll remember that,” I laughed.

Connor pulled one of the boxes out of the van. “Let me help.”

“Thanks, I’ll need it, we have too many kids, I swear,” I explained, “so my mom can’t help with everything…with anything.” Then I took a box from the van walking into the apartment building. We trudged up three flights of stars to my brand new home. Screams of children bounced off the walls to us. “Thos kids, it’s like a daycare center.”

We came inside dropping the boxes near the entrance. Almost instantly my mom noticed the boy with me. I swear she must have a sixth sense. She came over screaming.

“Oooo what’s your name?” she cooed.

“Connor Konnours,” he replied.

“Konnours as in K-O-N-N-O-U-R-S?” she questioned.

“Yeah…do you know my dad or something ‘cause nobody knows how to spell my last,” commented Connor.

“Get out! Get out now!” snapped my mom. “Go back to the fiery puts of hell for all I care!”

“I was just trying to help…”

“Get the fu…”

“Little kids,” I censored.

“GET OUT!” she screamed. She actually pushed Connor outside slamming the door shut. My mom’s back fell against the door releasing a long deep breath. “Belle, promise me that you’ll be careful when you make friends here…there are some bad people.”

“You don’t even know him, just his father!” I protested. “God! I hate you! Here I am trying to make friends with people and you tell me no.”
“You don’t understand and I hope you never do. Believe me,” she paused, “take these words to heart, ‘ignorance is bliss’.”

“Whatever,” I grumbled, “I still hate you.”

“Trust me, the Konnours are no family to mess with,” my mom tried to explain but all I heard was ‘la la la I’m a pain in the *** la la la’. “There are some similar families you have to be careful of, too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled pushing forward toward a small hallway. “Second to last room is mine.”

“But Belle! What about the boxes?”

“You have legs, arms and even hands so it’s called, do it yourself.” I slammed the door shut looking at two beds with mattresses. My back collided with the one closest to the window. Life sucked.


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[ScarlettEclipse]

Ignorance is Bliss

The next day, was co-ed prep school with joyful kilts and navy blue tops. I just love uniforms and I mean that, truly (with the deepest sarcasm possible). In that goofy uniform, I passed others in a sea of blue.

Somebody tapped my shoulder so I turned around to face Connor. “Hey,” I smiled, “an actual familiar face.”

“Yeah, that must be nice for a first day,” smiled Connor. “I was told to show you around or would your mom kill me?”

“Sorry, I don’t know what got into her.”

“Well…I hand out with a pretty tough crowd. It’s hard to explain but then again, ignorance is bliss.”

“My mom said that, too.”

“It’s true, take my word for it.” Connor paused examining my expression. “What’s your first class?”

“Creative writing,” I replied with a smile. My favorite thing in the whole entire world, writing. “I like to write stories.”

“I have that class with you,” laughed Connor, “what do you write?”

“Love stories.”

“Sci-fi teleplays.”

“Eew I hate sci-fi, fantasy and horror, all that I could take was Twilight, which is funny.”

“Why?”

“Vampires annoy me.”

“That’s a good thing,” smiled Connor, “now to class, the teacher would rather you to be there early.” He lead me through hallways tangled with people. We passed a group of kids that sat on a bench. It was strange how they all watched us, almost ready to attack. I met one guy’s eyes who seemed to be guarded by somebody else. There was something about his sapphire eyes that made me almost trip over my feet. He instantly looked away while everybody else continued to watch.

“Who are they?” I asked.

“Just a clique or gang would fit them more, this is high school,” quickly replied Connor. I almost missed what he has said but then he slowed down. “Just don’t mess with them.”

“What are you in a gang war?” I laughed. Connor said nothing to that as he continued to walk. We soon entered the classroom. “Hello,” I greeted the teacher. “I’m the new student.”

“Belphoebe?” asked the teacher.

“I go by Max, it’s sorta my middle name.”

“Oh, tell the class your full name.”

Rolling my eyes, I faced some of the students, “my full name is Belphoebe Espenæs Maximum Wish but Max for short.”

“Great, let’s sit over there Belphoebe Espenæs Maximum Wish,” suggested Connor pushing me toward two desks beside three people. There was two guys and a girl. We sat don and I smiled at them.

“Hey Max,” greeted the girl, “I’m Olivia.”

“Hi,” I smiled. People kept coming into the room but sitting down in groups or pairs. High school, I guess, would be how you would put it. Sadly, blue eyed guy did not come in.

“So how’s Connor treating you?” asked Olivia.

“I feel like I’m missing something,” I told her. “But he is real nice.”

“Ignorance is bliss.”

“I’m no feeling it.”

“Max, ignorance is bliss,” commented Connor, “trust me.”

And that seemed to be the theme for the day but Connor was my friend so was Olivia. We all ate lunch together, the only class I didn’t have with them was history, my last class. But blue eyed guy was there with an empty seat beside him. I sat down beside him and he glanced at me; except he was too busy reading something to say anything.

“Hi,” I said to him. Blue eyed guy looked real surprised as he looked up at me. “I’m Max.”

“Iggy,” he replied with a strong Irish accent reflecting in his voice. “Short for Ichabod…I don’t like my name.”

“My first name is Belphoebe,” I laughed.

“You faerie queen,” teased Iggy.

“Have you ever read it?”

“Once and that’s it, very long. But I like the name Belphoebe.” He smiled, his teeth were perfect. “You could tell people your name is Belle or Phoebe.”

“Yeah I used to be Belle but it’s a new life.”

“It’s never a new life just a new set. You’re the same person,” explained Iggy. I loved his accent. The Irish boy. “You weren’t reborn.”
“Did-did I just walk into philosophy class?” I laughed.

“No, history,” grinned Iggy. “Do you have something against philosophy?”

“No, I love philosophy.”

“Liar.”

“I can’t stand it! See, I’m more of the creative writer then the wise philosopher. My brain’ll blow up if I thought that much,” I told the truth.
“At least you are honest…when you are caught. So in court when you are caught for murder you’ll admit it.”

“I’m not that honest,” I laughed slightly picking up his accent. Iggy made a little face at that. “I’m not mocking you! I swear.”

“It’s fine, everybody copies how I speak wherever I go,” replied Iggy. “I guess that it’s contagious.”

“Being Irish.”

“It’s a sin,” laughed Iggy before pausing. “What to see me write your name in cool way.”

“Iggy,” snapped the teacher, “do I need to move Max?”

“No,” replied Iggy meeting her eyes. “Don’t tell, Dom.” But the teacher gave him a strange look and Iggy looked at the desk.

A few minutes later, I leaned toward him, “who is Dom?” No answer came as Iggy wrote something down. He handed me a paper: Yvokslvyv. Briefly, I glanced at Iggy to see him looking down at his desk still. “Belphoebe?” He nodded. “Thank you.” Then I tucked the piece of paper into my pocket. The teacher kept talking throughout the class period and I was bored to death.

Before the bell rang, Iggy leaned toward me meeting my eyes again. “You could say that Dom is my bro…” At that moment, a big, tall person who had seemed to protect Iggy earlier came into the room. Iggy just gathered his stuff before standing up looking at me. “Bye.” Almost like a scared little boy, Iggy ran to Dom. Some words were exchanged before they left the room.

The teacher stopped by my desk handing me past notes from the class. “A Slayer like you shouldn’t get so close or Dom’ll have your head.”
“Slayer?” I laughed. “Who do you think I am, Buffy?” The teacher met my eyes her’s were bulging out of her face ready to pop. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothin’ Max,” commented Connor, “nothing at all.” He stood in the doorway looking at me. Olivia stood beside him along with another guy, Jeremy and a third guy, Kevin; lastly there was one girl, Summer. “I think that you should come with us.” So I gathered my stuff and walked through the door with them, passing into a new world.