ScarlettEclipse
04-30-2008, 09:49 PM
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.
*Please leave comments, thoughts, suggestions and thoughts on characters. I'll update it later (for fans, if there are any). Thanks from the authour*
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.
*Please leave comments, thoughts, suggestions and thoughts on characters. I'll update it later (for fans, if there are any). Thanks from the authour*