The traditional birthday fuck up. INDIE

[Christopher James]

CJ glanced at himself in the mirror on the wall, today was his hundredth and sixty eight birthday- luckily he didn’t look a day over 18. He had spent the previous evening lying on the bed cuddling with Indie, though they never slept he would never get bored of lying there with her. It was ironic that two vampires had a bed in their apartment yet it made the place feel somewhat more homely and gave them a place to… relax. He had his strong arms around her, holding her close to him. He could feel every curve in her flesh pressed into his bare skin (though he had his trademark black Calvin Klein boxers on of course). He still felt the same electricity running through him when she touched him as he had done the first day he had met her. His finger tips trailed aimlessly up and down her side, caressing her perfect flesh. He ran his nose down hers, feeling her slight breath wash over his face, and placed his lips gently on her forehead, kissing every inch of her face, moving tenderly down to her neck where his teeth grazed carefully over her flesh. He sighed contently before lowering his lips gently once more onto hers. He wasn’t quite sure how long they had lay in this manner, but when no sleep is necessary, well they had a lot of time to surpass. He also wasn’t sure why he broke away from the kiss, not needing to breathe or anything there really was no reason to. The clock had caught his eye; it was only thirty minutes before they needed to be at school.
“Hey beautiful, don’t you think it’s about time for this old man to start getting ready…” he murmered into her ear, her dark hair tickled his face. “As much as I don’t want to move and go, I think it’d be a bit suspicious with it being my birthday and not turning up. They might try and contact my none existent parents to discipline me, realize I’m a creature of eternal damnation and expose me to “The Sun” newspaper… and everyone knows “The Sun” isn’t good, I’d atleast want “The Post”,” he left one lingering kiss on her lips before rising up off the bed. Though it was the middle of winter, he could stand here perfectly comfortable in nothing except his boxers with no central heating. Being a vampire had its advantages. He stood there and stared at Indie as she was on the bed, a little smile on his face, he appreciated every second of his life now that it was constantly spent with her. He grabbed his best jeans and v necked pale pink top, which he had purchased from the mall- not only were they his best and favourite jeans he was very proud of the fact he had managed to not massacre the shop assistant, when he had been alone in the changing room. He came closer to the mirror and stood there, taking in the fact that he was over a century and a half old. “A century and a bloody half old and yet I still don’t even have a bus pass, this government needs to sort themselves out,” he muttered to Indie.
The usual daily practice took place, nothing out of the ordinary, they walked to school together-holding hands. CJ always hated Mondays though, his first class of the day was Math’s. It wasn’t the fact that he hated the subject, though Indie sat next him across the aisle, he was in close contact with Stacey “the blonde bimbo bitch” cheerleader that had taken a shining to him. He wasn’t sure if it was her smarmy, all over him attitude that annoyed him more or infact that ghastly perfume she wore. He decided that they should really have writing in fine print, warning other vampires that infact it was deadly if used in vast amounts.
Registration passed as usual, he was in deep conversation with Indie when he heard his name over the tanoy system- Wishing him happy birthday. He raised an eyebrow, luckily they hadn’t seemed to have figured out he was a creature of eternal damnation just yet, though he may just have to peak into the office and check no-one from “The Sun” newspaper was there. If so he might have to teach him a lesson. CJ strolled to Math’s class and took his seat. Mr. Barnett was just taking the register at the front of the room again when in walked Stacey, her eyes immediately met him and a mega watt smile appeared on her face. He turned to Indie and rolled his eyes, this action caused him to be unprepared for what happened next. Stacey had thrown herself embracing him, he was trapped in his desk with her straddling him wishing him happy birthday. The thirst in his throat burnt, his eyes hardened, his muscles bunched, nothing on his mind but food. He felt Stacey stiffen on of him, yet all he heard was food, venom salivated in his mouth, adrenaline rushing.
“What’s wrong CJ?” Stacey asked looking shocked.

tag: Indie x3
wordcount: 862
CJ is wearing: This
notes: i had this idea forming for a while, It was originally longer than this but i thought i better keep the next happening under keeps and not give everything away

[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

A frown graced Indie’s lips when her mate abandoned her to go get ready for the perpetual detention hall that held them captive for eight hours of every weekday. A quiet grumble of inconsistent complaints followed after him as the female rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows to make herself more comfortable while she watched him prepare for the day with a steady gaze. Seeing as how he’d situated himself in front of the mirror, it wasn’t a surprise that she caught her own reflection in the glass: her hair was a bit out of order, her skin looked a lot paler now that she could see more of it exposed at once (at seven in the morning, she didn’t feel the need to be in anything more than lingerie), and her eyes were a dark shade of ochre. She frowned at the realization that she might need to go hunting soon if the dark circles closing in around her pupils were any indication, what with a full day of school ahead of her and no time to go hunt between now and then.

Her attention turned back to CJ- where it had been for the past fourteen hours. He was already half ready, and here she was still lying on the bed. She admired the way his muscles rippled beneath the skin as he pulled the shirt over his head, disliking the material both because of its color and its purpose of covering him up, before getting to her feet and padding across the room. She slipped around CJ, using her shoulder to lightly push him aside so she could open various drawers of the dresser that he stood in front of, pulling out the articles of clothing she intended to wear that day. While filing through the many shirts she had, one caught her eye and she flipped back to it, grinning as it brightly proclaimed “I steal boyfriends but I forget where I put them.” Well, that would certainly tick off a few girls today, accounting for the fact that she claimed rights to the sexiest guy in school and today happened to be his birthday. The corners of her mouth twitched up into an evil smirk for a second while she thought about the birthday present hidden in the bottom of her backpack, neatly folded and carefully placed so that the bulky textbooks wouldn’t crush it.

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School worked like school. Like clockwork, all of the students filed into the classroom three minutes after the first bell, giving them plenty of time to be in their seats before the second rang and the homeroom announcements drowned out anything the teachers attempted to say. Indie had learned to ignore them, especially during the last month or so since CJ had joined the not-so-proud ranks of “higher education.” “I’m not gonna show y-” Her sentence was cut short by the sudden sound of the name Christopher James blaring over the loudspeaker. It took the vampire a couple of seconds to comprehend that her out of school mate, in school boyfriend had just been wished a happy birthday over the morning announcements, which meant that the entire school now knew. Of course, they all thought that this was only his eighteenth birthday. It was their own ignorance that hid the fact that he was much older than that. She grinned, glad that they hadn’t felt the need to announce her birthday a little over a month before; CJ hadn’t enrolled yet, so all of the guys would have been asking her out on birthday dates.

“You still don’t get to see your present until lunch,” she pointed out, bating him to just ask what it was once more. She nudged her messenger bag under her chair with the toe of her converse, knowing full well the risks that the second she turned her attention away, he was going to make a grab for it. Perfume suddenly clogged her nostrils, and she gagged a little before her insides shut down so that the strong scent wouldn’t choke her. Of course Stacey had to be here! The world couldn’t possibly exist without Stacey or Newton.

Note the sarcasm.

But then that blonde airhead did the unthinkable, lunging for CJ and placing herself right in the arms of a predator. From across the aisle, Indie could see the instant tenseness, the hardening of his gaze- even one diluted by colored contacts- and she growled involuntarily. Thankfully, it was quiet enough that only the girl sitting next to her heard it, and she already knew just how possessive Indie was of CJ. The brunette cleared her throat, loudly, leaning out of her seat and resting her hand on Stacey’s shoulder. She yanked hard enough to almost completely detach the girl from CJ, but softly enough that she didn’t shatter her shoulder blade like a clump of sugar.

“Are you wearing mango perfume?” she asked worriedly, feigning innocence and nothing more than sheer concern for her boyfriend. Stacey nodded, obviously confused at what she was getting at. “Made from real mango juice?” Another nod. “CJ’s allergic to mangos.” Stacey leapt away so fast that Indie almost forgot that she wasn’t a vampire. After another haste birthday wish and apology for the perfume, the blonde scurried back to her seat. Indie leaned over and rested her hand on CJ’s knee, ignoring the “ahem” from the teacher. “Are you okay?” she asked, not at all asking about his condition concerning mangos.

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Posting with- that old man -points to post above-
Lookin’ Like- this
Listening to- “Superman” Lazlo Bane
Word Count- 919
Notes- sorry it took so long!

[Christopher James]

CJ’s eyes were zeroed in still on the cheerleader- it was having the same effect as exposing a truck full of cakes to a full weight watchers meeting. The venom still oozed in his mouth; there was so much of it that infact he was having to swallow it to stop it from cascading out of his mouth, if he didn’t swallow it was highly likely that Mrs Cape would slip on this, what she would be doing in a Math classroom isn’t clear- but she would certainly find a way to blame Newton… That is if she survived the fall. His mind was spinning, the thought of the blood dripping down his throat still warm, the quenching of the uncomfortable thirst that never dispersed unless doused with human blood. The delicious aroma her pulsing neck gave off. CJ’s lips twitched, he leaned forward involuntarily, ready to stab his fangs into her neck when suddenly she was gone. CJ blinked for a moment in confusion, still leaning partially forward in the position that he had been about to eat Stacey Davenport. In those brief seconds everything clicked into place, he could hear Indie’s concern in her voice as she tried to explain for his strangeness. His eyes slammed shut as the scent of the delicious blood met his nostrils- his hands gripped into the desk, his posture rigid, he didn’t dare to breathe. He knew that if he did then he wasn’t sure if he could fully control himself. His predatorial instincts were still mainly in control of him, and in a class of thirty human students, that wasn’t the best catalyst to the mixture. If this catalyst reacted it would sure cause a damn life changing reaction.
His eyes still closed he turned his head at the sound of Indie’s voice enquiring if he was ok, the “uhum” from the teacher made a fresh batch of venom produce in his mouth. This was not to do with the aroma of this old math teacher, but the fact he was being arsey towards Indie. That happening made CJ’s mind up, a little comment like that was making him have to fight against his urges to slaughter an entire school. His eyes flashed open, wide with alarm, pain, concern and still a hint of hunger and coldness. The hand gripping his knee confirmed everything he needed to know. He couldn’t risk putting her in danger. Himself he didn’t care, but Indie.
“I’ve got to go," he muttered, his voice filled with so many different emotions only a vampire would be able to pick them up- disgust for himself, worry for her, anger at himself, concern of what could happen. He gently moved her hand off his lap, stood up and walked from the room still holding his breath- the ache in his throat still there, wanting to be quenched by any humanoid that came along.
” Don’t think of blood, think of Indie… imagine what would have happened if you’d have bitten her- both you and her would have been ripped up by the wolves you IDIOT!”. CJ strolled purposefully across the car park, still having this mental battle of Mind of Matter, Predator verses Love- until he hit the woods- leaving the scent of humans behind him he ran. He ran until he was far from the school, the scent totally devoid from his nostrils, the dull ache vanishing. The tree’s were so used to his and Indie’s journey to school through them every morning they seemed to know the routine by now, and moved out the way- either that or fear of destruction. It was during this time that CJ realized the extent of the damage he had almost caused. The pain etched on his face, he didn’t care that he’d almost killed that stupid mango perfume wearing preppy prune, or had the urge to rip Mr. Barnett’s voice box out when he’d made a snide noise towards Indie, he’d like to see him teach a Math’s class without it. It was how close he had come to exposing his and Indie’s secret to the world. The fact was if he had done the unthinkable there, Indie would have been exposed as well, either as knowing his secret or being one of the eternally damned. He simply couldn’t risk that. He flung the door to the apartment open, with a tad more force than necessary. The door collapsed off its hinges and onto the floor, the plus point was that it hadn’t gone through the external wall and killed the crazy old lady with the thousand cats next door. He stormed up the steps and into the bedroom, ripping open the wardrobe doors- flinging what clothes he could think would be of use to him. He couldn’t stay here, he was putting her in to much danger- he must leave. An incomprehension sound escaped his throat somewhat between a sob and a moan; he walked over to the large mirror on the side of the wall. He glared at himself before lunging his fist into the glass, sending shards everywhere, he was disgusted with himself. He stood there a moment longer, shaking as the adrenaline left his body, he slipped down onto the floor-dry sobs breaking his body. It was impossible for a vampire to cry, but CJ’s body was making a damn good go of it there on the bathroom floor, pained sobs mixed with moans were echoing around the apartment, his fists clenched at his sides resting in the shards of glass, his head resting on his knee’s that had been brought up to his chest, the occasional shake from the dry sobs causing his head to connect with his knee’s with some force. It was then CJ heard a noise at the doorway. “I will not risk you… I will not put you in danger… no matter how much it hurts me, leaving will keep you safe from a monster like me…” his voice whispered hoarsely brimming with inept amounts of emotion. He couldn’t bring himself to look her into her eyes.

Tag: “that young whippersnapper!”
Wordcount: 1020! Weird I keep getting that exact word count on a lot of my writing! I must be like jesus.
Notes: *yawn* radioactive beavers FTW. that took me an hour >.< jesus what was i doing it only felt like 5 minutes. i swear i have a little gorm out

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

Ooh, goodie. Despite the fact that the most important person in the world had just walked out of the room on her, Indie was happy. She not only got to ditch school but she got to throw a major bitchy tantrum in the process of getting out. She watched as CJ left the room, his mumbles still ringing in her ears, before she pivoted sharply in her seat to glare at Stacey. The girl was so terrified that she actually flinched back even though three desks separated the two of them and that space couldn’t possibly be eliminated with a single lunge to gauge out her eyes. “Well,”

[/i] the brunette thought, recalculating the size and debating what would and wouldn’t pass as human.

“This is all your fault!” she accused, jabbing a finger at the blonde before discreetly pulling her bag out from under the chair. She got to her feet, letting the bag fall into her abandoned seat as she stalked toward the other girl, anger and hurt battling for control of which was displayed in her eyes. “If you’d just kept your grubby hands off him, you needy, clingy, blonde bitch,” She did the equivalent of slamming her hands down on the desk behind which Stacey cowered. For a vampire, it was more like just a light tap on the surface. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Mr. Barrett warn her about language. “Then he wouldn’t have left! But no, you just had to try and steal him from me, had to try and get the one guy who turned you down because you’re just so pathetic that you can’t stand seeing someone else have the one thing you can’t have. You ruined his birthday, so thanks a lot.” With that, she turned on her heel and ran out of the classroom -human paced, of course- to follow CJ, snatching her bag off of the chair as she passed. Mr. Barratt’s attempt to pin her into the room failed, as she simply ducked under his arm and sobbed as she did so. Sympathy always worked with the male teachers; this one proved no different, as he didn’t even attempt to pursue her and make sure she stayed in class.

She followed his scent trail, heavy and fresh, as it wound through the trees that didn’t even have the right to claim that they were an obstacle; they leapt out of her way like they knew that she could easily reduce their ancient trunks to withering piles of sawdust. Her pace slowed upon reaching the apartment complex, taking in the damage left in the wake of hurricane CJ. The door was ripped off its hinges, a sizable dent in the brickwork behind it. She took the stairs slowly, messenger bag trying to be reassuring as it bumped familiarly against her hip with each step.

Their door was in far better condition: it was still attached to the wall. She twisted the knob gingerly, fearful that he might have done something to the poor device that would cause it to simply fall off the next time it was touched. It still worked, so she pushed the door opened as quietly as possible and peeked inside. The mirror hadn’t fared so well, it turned out; the jagged shards glittered from the sparse light that passed through the clouds overhead, a few pieces on the outer edge still clinging to frame. Indie could easily picture it, picture him storming in and seeing himself and wanting to punch himself in the face for what he’d just done, punching the mirror, the glass fissuring rapidly and glass falling to the floor. She sighed, her gaze falling to rest on his crumbled form slouched on the floor amongst the pieces of glass.

“You should have left before I got here,” she concluded, stepping inside the premise and closing the door behind her. “I wouldn’t have been around to talk you out of it- fight you out of it, if you get stubborn.” Indie padded over and dropped down next to him, pressing herself against his side and wrapping her arms securely around his middle. If there was ever a time when CJ needed a hug, this would be it. “You missed my performance,” she mumbled against his shirt, having buried her head into his side. “I called Stacey a needy, clingy, blonde bitch.”

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Posting with- CJ <3
Lookin’ Like- this
Listening to- “Like A Boy” Ciara
Word Count- 731
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[Christopher James]

CJ’s whole body went into overdrive, he not only heard her come closer, he felt her come closer. Every molecule in his body was almost like a magnet to hers, they simply couldn’t say apart. He kept quiet to her statement that he should have left before she arrived, he knew she was right. It would be awfully difficult for him to leave now-with her there. Even more so when she dropped down onto the glass covered floor next to him. Her arms wrapped around his middle, pulling herself closer to him. He sighed and wrapped a muscled arm around her, securing her to him, every defined muscle in his toned stomach and side molded into hers. She had buried her head into his side, he leant down a kissed her hair. Before resting his forehead on top of her head, he took deep soothing breaths, trying to control his shaking form and emotions that were all over the place. “It wasn’t her fault totally… I should have been more careful… paid more attention to the humans than I was. My full attention was on you… I couldn’t quite get the image of you out of my head this morning in that lovely, little lacey lingerie garment…” he trailed off, sighing blissfully at the thought. Something about Indie automatically calmed him.
“Do you know how dangerous that was for you… you could have been exposed… the wolves-“ he broke off a protective growl erupting from his chest. “They will never hurt you, no matter what I do. I will die protecting you.” a final look setting upon his face. He looked downwards to where she was cuddling his side and sighed.
“A needy, clingy, blonde bitch… whoa and I missed that? I suppose she can’t help it, my incredible good looks almost resulted in her being eaten. I’m sure after your charades she won’t come near me again.” he swept her into his arms, snuggling her deeply into his chest. He knew that if he was upset it was sure to affect her as well, without a doubt, as it did him when she was upset. He walked over to the bed, crushing the ruminants of glass shards into dust on the wooden bedroom floor. The floor looked like it had been covered in thousands of priceless diamonds. He set her down onto the bed, before springing on after her, lying on his side pulling her in close to him. Each curve of her body melded into his, in his fury with the mirror his favourite pink top had been slashed to smithereens. His skin glinted where the occasional sunbeam burst through the window and met with their vampirey flesh. He rested his head against her chest, as if someone would if they were trying to identify a heart beat- in this case it was non-existent.
“I’m so sorry…” he whispered into her. “I don’t think I can tell you how sorry I am… I wasn’t prepared for her assaulting me, stupid “needy clingy, blonde bitch” He trailed off looking at her, an eyebrow raised. “I hope you didn’t get in trouble because of me today… how did Mr. Barnett take it? And more importantly Stacey, you didn’t have to flip at her Indie… I know she annoys you, she annoys me… but I’m yours. I shall always be yours. As long as you want me.” He rolled her onto her back and straddled on top of her. Cupping the side of her face with his hand he lowered his lips on to hers, starting gently, but then a certain urgency taking over. His limbs twined around her pulling her close, he couldn’t seem to get close enough to her. His hands swept down her side, twiddling on the button of her waistband before he lifted his head a slight grin on his face.
“It’s lunch time… can I have my present?” he glanced over purposefully to the scandid lingerie deserted on the make up top, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Before chuckling to himself and giving her another long kiss, that sent tingles from his lips to the tips of his toes. "After nearly slaughtering the entire student body i think you should make me feel good again..."

word count: 752
notes: it is now 10:20. my family is in bed and I still need to shower! Damn England!

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