Time

It's been two and a half months since my Big Change, so it's been easy for me to go along as if nothing's changed. Seriously, I've always been a night owl, being a dick is nothing new, and I never ate all that much before. So I have a liquid diet now, and, ooh, I'm evil. Who gives a shit?

Still, two and a half months is absolutely nothing compared to how long I'm going to be around. Barring some asshole sticking me with something wooden and pointy (or introducing my neck to the business end of the sharp weapon of their choice), I'm going to live forever. Forever is a mighty long time, kids. In about fifteen years, I'm going to have to figure out how to explain to my friends why I still look 23. It's not like I'm going to be some TV vamp who visibly ages even though he's not supposed to. This is real life. I don't know, maybe I can tell them I'm taking Chinese herbs or doing yoga or some shit like that.

I really don't know what I'll tell my family. Maybe I should just kill them all, except for Mallory. I could turn her on her 18th birthday so she'll always be my kid sister. I'd say I was just kidding, but the more I think about it, the more I like that idea. I don't want to spend forever alone and Mallory's the only person I trust.

Hey, I wonder if I can get an agent if I play up the vamp thing. Who the hell is more bankable than a star who doesn't age and can't die?

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Fragile

When she was a kid, my sister Hannah had this stupid collection of ceramic figurines. There were kittens, birds, flowers, puppies, angels, all the shit that girls like. Anyway, she loved those things and Mom let her keep them on display in a cabinet in the living room. One day, when I was 15, my brother David and I had been left in charge of the girls because Mom and Dad decided they wanted to go out for some "alone time." (That was just code for them renting a hotel room and having sex without the threat of being interrupted by their kids. Gross.) Anyway, Dave and I were messing around in the house, tossing a baseball back and forth in the living room because we were bored and it was raining outside. Hannah came downstairs and saw us and said she'd tell Mom and Dad we were playing ball in the house. I guess I was in a pissy mood or something, but having a bratty little sister telling me she was going to rat on me and David annoyed me to no fucking end. I took the ball and threw it full force at the curio cabinet housing her precious collection. It was awesome. Glass shattered, shit fell off shelves and crashed to the ground. (Be honest. You know there's nothing more satisfying than breaking stuff when you're pissed off.) Hannah ended up in tears, locked herself in her room for the rest of the day, and didn't talk to me for a week. Mom and Dad grounded me for two months and made me spend my allowance to replace the stuff I'd broken. To this day, Hannah still thinks I'm a jerk for doing it. She's right, of course.

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Party

I haven't been to a party since December 31st. That was my birthday. I'd had a combination birthday-New Year's Eve thing, invited everyone I knew over to the house and wasn't surprised that my friends had brought along a lot of people I didn't know.

One of those people was Liz. Have you ever looked at a girl and suddenly everyone else in the room disappears and all you can see is her? It was like that when I saw her. She was exactly my type - tall, thin, long dark hair, dark eyes - and when she looked at me, I knew I wasn't the only one feeling something. She'd come with a friend of mine and he introduced her as his girlfriend. I wasted no time in getting her alone so I could try to change that.

We snuck away to my bedroom where we made out a little, talked a little, and eventually fell for each other over the course of an hour. Every time someone came in because they'd been looking for us, I told them to go back and enjoy the party. The guy she came with left after telling us both to go to hell, but I didn't give a shit. He wasn't that good a friend. Finally, I locked the bedroom door, officially abandoning my guests.

I didn't think twice about the fact that her skin should have felt warmer, or she was a little paler than she probably should have been. All that mattered was how much I wanted her. When she sank her teeth into my neck, it took a second for me to realize what was happening. God, it hurt, but I loved every moment of pain because she was the one causing it. She brought me to the brink of death that night, then saved me because she wanted to keep me. That's how she puts it and I don't mind. She's taken care of me ever since.

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