Anita Grayson (laughingcorpses) wrote,
Anita Grayson
laughingcorpses

updated the story

The streets of Jacksonville Florida at night were almost dead. The lamp posts were the only things to light the way. I could hear only a few cars on University. Graywood had no lights on it, and the small road had absolutley no street lights on it, and looking outside the bedroom window was one of the nicest things to me. The silence. The nothingness. Everyone I knew was asleep. At least, every human I knew was. My name is Jessica Gray. No, I am not a vampire, a lycanthrope, or anything for that matter-but I am, or was, a scientific experiment. I was made to be human, but was given the powers of shifting and flight. Most people do call me a vampire just because they say I look like one. I have long black hair that falls to my waist, steel gray eyes, and alabaster skin that the sun has touched and not effected. The scientists said it was real skin, but they seemed to have left that one coloring problem out. They also made me so I can't sleep. I can relax, but I can't sleep. So instead, I meditate. They say that meditation helps you grow stronger. It just makes me more alert.
I slid off my bed and slipped into my black silk robe. On the back was cards ace's stitched on. I walked into the living room to find Jonathin on the computer, IMing his buddies, or who I guessed was his buddies. "Still up?" I asked. He nodded his head with his chin resting in between his thumb and index finger. I shook my head. He was the only human who knew my secret. He also knew, if he told anybody, I'd shoot him and watch him die, and take I'd enjoy every moment of it. At least that's what I told him two and a half years ago when he'd found out. At that time, the only thing I cared about was him paying half the rent. But since I got to know him a little better, it would actually hurt a small part in me to kill him. He looked at me calm and just said, "Okay," when I told him what I'd do. My roommate wasn't much of a talker. Jon was dressed in his plain navy blue boxer and white muscle shirt. His skin was a tanned color, his hair white and long. He had his hair down tonight. I liked it that way. The way his hair looked was like patted down snow falling to his ass. And his eyes. Wow. The color of metal. If he had the pale skin, I'd have called him Jack Frost, or just simply, "Frost."
"See ya later," I said, then turned to go back to my room to get dressed. I got out my black jeans and a navy blue tank top. Once I had my pants on, he came in. Thank whatever god was out there that I still had my robe on so he couldn't see any part of me. I had a lot of scars on my back and front side that I didn't want people to see. I got them after I woke up in a science lab and went ape shit. They held me down, poured either acid or holy water on me, and gave me what I'd never felt before, the pain of some sort of acid. I buttoned up my pants when he asked, "Where you going?"
I thought about that for a moment then shrugged. "I don't know. Anywhere is my guess. The beach possibly?" I looked at him over my shoulder when I said the last. "Why? You wanna come?"
He looked down at the floor and shrugged. "I don't know. I'm bored, so...Yeah, I guess."
I nodded. It was the last week of fall. Thank God. "You gonna grab a jacket?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I'll live without it." He turned into the hall way. "Meet you outside." He started to leave but stopped. "Which one are we taking?"
It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. "Motorcycle. So grab your jacket."
He nodded and left. I walked over to my door and shut it. I didn't want him seeing me naked, or half naked just in case he walked by. I put on my navy blue tank top to go with my tight black pants and boots. Then I put my hair up in a french braid, grabbed my helmet and slipped into my leather jacket. Jonathin stood outside my door in blue jeans, black shirt, and black Nike tennis shoes with his helmet and jacket. he'd put his hair up in a low pony tail. "Alright. Where do you want to go?" I asked when I started out to the door.
His reply was, "Anywhere is fine with me," when we stepped outside and found a figure in the shadows. I got stilled, ready to shift into what I needed to be. Daviel the vampire stepped out. I sighed. "You know, just your presence is really pissing me off." I said.
He shrugged. "Si. Just checking up."
I stared at him.
"Where you headed off to?" he asked.
"None of your business." That was his que to leave.
He bowed and flew off, leaving Jonathin and I alone. "Bastard," I mumbled. I checked around the house and found that he left nothing that wasn't supposed to be there. Good. Going back to the my Yamaha R1 and Jon, I put on my helmet. Jonathin already had his on. The both of us got on the bike and rode off the grass and onto the street. Taking where ever they wanted to take me, I let my hands and body drive. Jon stayed like glue onto my back, so when I leaned, he leaned. Riding a motorcycle was easy as long as the person riding with you stayed on you like puddy.

We didn't arrive anywhere special, but just rode around the downtown Jacksonville Landing area. We stopped at a gas station and got a drank. We hung out there for around, oh, say, fifteen minutes, and left. With my hands and body leading again, we went to the beach. A few teenagers were having bon fires and were drinking till they threw up. Some were making out and some were sneaking off to the dark areas of the pier. Jon paid no attention to them, he just looked around. One brunnette wouldn't take her eyes off of Jonathin. A few minutes later we got bored and departed. The girl looked ready to cry as if she'd lost her only chance at love or a boyfriend.
DV8 was the only place Jonathin knew of to go to. Jon's friend, Sara, was the club owner. She was a werepanther. People were dressed in black leather and red and black vinyl. Girls in vinyl and leather outfits that their moms would go ape shit over, and the men-heh-the men had barely anything on. Jason though, a werewolf, wore a fish net shirt with leather pants that were split down the sides, his sandy blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He smiled and waved at me. I smiled and blew him a kiss. He caught with his hand and pretended to put it on his lips. I chuckled at that. He always made me laugh. Even though the first time we met, he tried to eat me, he was now one of my greatest friends. He seemed the only safe person there. Jon guided me through the dancing lycanthropes and vampires. I noticed my vampire friend James out on the dance floor with a human girl dressed in a red vinyl bikini top and right at the crotch ending skirt that was the same. No doubt she was a vampire junkie. On the other side of him was Rafael, his sire, dancing in nothing but leather pants that everyone could tell the stitching was the hoops. I didn't like Rafael. He was too...nice. He noticed me and came over to where I was, seperating Jon's hand from mine. "Jessie, how do you do?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Just trying to get to business."
"Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to interrupt." He looked over Jon disrespectfully when he said it. I wanted to slap him for it.
I took ahold of Jons hand again and he led me once again through the dancing colorful crowd. James wore a vinyl vest with leather pants that had hoops on the sides. His black hair melted away into that vinyl vest. The multi colored lights were hot on my skin and burning my eyes. Jon pulled more on my hand when we heard, "Jonathin!" cheerfully. Then a hateful, "And Jessica," a second later. Brenda, the DV8's vampire manager, wasn't too pleased to see me. She thought Jonathin and I were sleeping together, and that made her jealous of me. Meaning she hated my guts. I didn't really need that. Her copper red hair was pulled back into a high, bouncy pony tail of bannana curls. She hugged Jonathin close to her, trying to mark him as hers, and looked at me. But he pulled away from her. "Where's Sara?" He had to yell over the loud music.
"Upstairs in her office." She said and gave me the evil eye. I just glared at her. Jon took my hand again and led me up the stairs. I looked back and saw Jason blow me a kiss. I smiled and winked at him. I grabbed the kiss and pretended to put it over my heart. Brenda saw it and glared at me. I was sleeping with the man she wanted and cheating on him, she thought. Boy was she wrong. I just smiled and moved closer to Jonathin and laughed. I wanted to rip that bottle dyed hair right out of her skull.
Once we were in the upstairs hallway, the white and blue tiles clacked underneith of us. Sara came out of her office in a black womens business suit and red silk shirt and smiled at us. "Jonathin, how are you?" She brushed blond hair back behind her ear with the rest of her straight shoulder length hair.
He smiled and told her, "Quite good."
They hugged. She and I were the only people Jonathin hugged that I knew of.
She turned and smiled at me, her sky blue eyes shining at me. "Jessica, how nice to see you. How've you been?" she hugged me.
I hugged her back. "Good, actually. I just pissed off Brenda, so that always has me feeling good. How about you?"
"Oh God, what did you do?" Sara asked, her eyes wide.
I shrugged and simply said, "I saw my friend Jason, he blew me a kiss, I winked at him, and Brenda just got mad. Didn't mean to do it but it felt good."
Jonathin chuckled and shook his head.
"Must you tease her?" Sarah asked.
I tried not to smile. "Hey, have you tried telling her Jon and I are not doing the nasty with each other?"
"Oui, I have..." She said.
"But does she listen?" I asked.
She looked down and sighed. "Non. She does not." She led us into her entertainment room down the hall. There, she left us alone with her personal movie theater and told us to have fun. Jon and I looked at each other with wide grins. "I challenge you," He said, "To DDR."
"I accept." I said and rushed to get her X-box and Dance Dance Revolution set up. The T.V./movie screen took up the whole wall. I finally got it set up and rushed over to my DDR mat. The screen came up and we decided one of the hardest songs there were. The up-beat music came up and so did the arrows. For four minutes we moved our feet like there was no tomorrow. Jonathin won. He mocked me. He always won. He'd been at this longer than I had. I merely stuck my tongue out at him. "Is that a challenge?" He asked and looked at me. "You know you can't beat me." He stated. I laughed. For the rest of night we played DDR and watched old horror movies. We both had an agreement that the horror movies nowadays just plain sucked. At a quarter to dawn, Jon began to tire, so we grabbed our things, said good night to Sarah, and left with out running into Brenda. She was probably already asleep since she was a vampire.
It took us twenty minutes to get home and sunlight had crept over the tall trees in front of our yard. I unlocked the door and closed it after Jon stumbled in after me. He said good night and went to bed without looking back. I chuckled. I doubt he even changed for bed. Opening up his door a little bit, I saw he was plopped down on his stomach and spread eagled on his bed. I smiled, shook my head and closed his door all the way. Going to my room, I got a change of thong and bra, and headed to the shower. The hot shower water beat on my skin like I was a drum. It was the best feeling I'd known, well, except for sex. I shaved my legs, shampooed, and soaped down, then rinsed off. Grabbing my leopard towel, I wrapped it around me and headed for my room, tip toeing across the cold tan tiled floor trying not to awaken the mummy. It was seven a.m. and work started at noon. Yippee. I looked through my closet a few times and finally decided on blight blue jeans, black cotton t-shirt, and knee high army boots. But I'd put the boots on before I leave for work. Jon was asleep and I didn't want to go through the house with my boots on.
I headed for the computer and logged on to AOL instant messenger and Yahoo instant messenger. A few of my friends were on. One came up as handklover420 on my yahoo. "Yo, Jess, wassup? It's Danny. Holla back!"
"Danny, shouldn't you be asleep at this time?"
"Nah gurl! My friend Jake came over, man! He makes the best coffee ever!"
I grimaced. Ew. I didn't like coffee. "Kewl."
"Yeh. Anyways, babe, I gots ta go! I'll talk to ya l8r!" Then the screen said handklover has logged off. I decided not to talk to the others. Most likely, since it was around eight a.m. they were all asleep. I logged off and checked my e-mails. I had nothing new except a e-mail from Ricky just checking up on me. I had a few hours left so I went to meditate. It was the only thing I could do.


Chapter 2



I pulled up into the employee parking lot of the mall. The Orange Park Mall had been open for four hours so far. I worked at the knives and sword shop, Outlanders. It wasn't much of a job, but hey, it got me money for the bills. Plus, working with knives and getting to handle them wasn't all that bad. I saw it as fun. I was putting up the new Lord Of The Rings sword when I saw Tyler who worked at the Kay's Jewelery across the hall getting a pretzel and a drink. His waist length blond hair was back in it's usual multiple ponytails. He walked by, food in hand, and winked at me like he did everytime he saw me. We weren't exactly "friends." The first day I got here, he lingered in Outlanders and pretended to look at the knives I was handeling and be interested in the swords when he was asking me if he could look at them. I handed it to him and he almost dropped it. I was putting up Dracula's sword when he came in and pratically stared at my ass. Thanks to swords having reflections, I saw it and said, "Hey Ty. How can I help you?" He just stood there and stared at me like I'd just grown a second head. His business suit this time was a tanned brown color with a white cotton shirt underneith. It suited him and his brown eyes. I smiled and nodded hello to him when the first customer came in and began to scan the knives. Delany, my best friend. We favored out guns and knives and read the same books. She was like me. Just an every day run of the mill psychopathic bitch. Just like me. "Got any knew guns on you today?" I asked, my voice low enough for her to hear and no one else. I leaned down on the glass counter.
She sighed and just said wistfully, "No," as she leaned down over the counter to check out the knives. "None today."
I shook my head and stood up. "What are you looking for, Delany?"
"Anything sharp and deadly." she said without looking up at me. Hey unhuman amber eyes were bolted to the chrome six inch blade just below her left hand. Her black curls that were streaked with natural silver to her ass was put up in a high pony tail. She was about my height and dressed in black 501 jeans, a black t-shirt that said, "Jacks House Of Pain," her work shirt and on the back, it said, "Where Your Pain Is My Pleasure," that was tucked in her jeans, and her black hiking boots. She was Head Master of a dominatrix organization called Jacks House Of Pain. Her skin was a golden brown color that almost welded with her eyes. She looked up at me then and added, "Like me," and gave me her wicked smile. Delany backed off the counter and stared at me. Her way of memorizing me. Seeing that I wore skin tight blue jeans pants, tight black t-shirt, and boots, she smirked. "Where you headed off to?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Probably over to Kay's to stalk Mr. Nice Muffin Ass."
I smiled. "Tyler?" I shook my head. "Have fun stalking him." I said as she walked out the glass doors. I shook my head again and went to go clean the Heavy Metal 2000 sword that I loved so much. Man that sword was wicked!
David came in a short time later to help me out when I was putting the sword back in it's resting place. He was one of my co-workers. He didn't say anything so I guessed he was pissed off and didn't say anything. Tyler came back in and began looking around. Or pretended. I looked into the mirror shelves and found him looking at me instead of the knives. He left a few minutes later. David came back in from the knive and sword room holding Dracula's sword all clean and beautiful as it should be. A short time later though, when we had our break, he took out a ciggeretteand lit it up. He took a drag of his cigerette and sighed. After a minute he then looked at me with troubled eyes. He wanted to say something but was debating on it, is what I figured. David took another drag and looked at me again, looking down at me while I sat on the concrete ground. I didn't like that. "You know what I just don't get?" He asked so suddenly. I looked up at him and shrugged. "Maranda! I just don't understand her!" Oh shit, I thought. "She treats me like I don't do shit! I work. She doesn't. I take care of little Carrie. She doesn't. I bring in the money, she takes it all and spends it, then says I don't have any money at all!" He threw his hands up in the air in a pointless gesture. "I don't understand her. And what the hell does she do what that money?"
I cocked my head to the right using his body as a sun block and was still looking up at him. "Coke."
"You say that as if you know it for a fact." He said.
"What makes you think I don't?" I gave him an intense stare. "At the corner of my street is a coke dealer. I've seen Maranda buy the shit from him. I know, David. I've seen it. Seen her. Kick her out, David, it's the best thing to do for you and your little girl Carrie."
"How can I? I love her."
"If she loved you, she wouldn't do that type of shit to you, Miller." Miller was his last name by the way. "She doesn't love you."
"She loves-"
"She doesn't give a damn about Carrie. She never has."
He stared at me and Tyler walked by, smiling at me. I pretended not to notice him. "How can you sound so cold about it, Jess?" He asked, his eyebrows ruffled.
I sighed. "Because she doesn't love you and yet you keep wanting her. She doesn't want you. She won't help you out with Carrie. She won't do shit but take your money, and go buy drugs, drugs, and more drugs with it. Kick her the hell out! It's that simple."
It was his turn to sigh. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Before this weekend. If you don't then I'll find a way to do it." I said when I looked at my watch. "Time to go in."
Miller seemed depressed the rest of the day. We had a few customers come in and out. Outlanders favorite family came in for a quick look, then headed off to Hot Topic like it was a ritual. The fourteen year old girl hardly knew anything about knives but she liked them. She'd be taught well by her mom Jacque. We finally locked up around nine thirty. Good timing too. I saw Tyler before I walked out. He stopped by to see if I was still around and to see what I was doing later. I told him I was busy with a date. And I was going to be busy with a date. With Jason. I hadn't called him or anything but I knew he had nothing to do. We just may go to DV8 and dance our butts off.

Walking out to my black 2000 Jeep Wrangler, I dialed Jasons cell phone number.
"Yo?"
"Hey Jason. Guess who?"
"My dominatrix for the night?" He sounded cheery.
"Oh, damn, you already have one for the night?" I asked in a kinky tone.
He laughed. "No Jessica I don't. Why? You wanna be mine?"
It was my turn to laugh. "You'd be mine Jason. You'd be mine. You wanna hang out tonight?"
"Sure! Where?"
"Anywhere's good." I said.
"Wanna go dancing at DV8? Tonight's Ladies Night. So you get in for free."
"Sure. Why not?" My voice changed into seduction. "I'll just go home, get dressed in very little-"
"Now, now, Jessica. That's not fair! I wanna watch!"
"Then come on over, stud." I laughed and hung up on him. I got into my car and started the engine. Smiling, I drove off. Jason loved it when I dared him to do stuff. He thought it was kinky. I passed over the Buckman bridge that connected Orange Park to the Mandrain area of Jacksonville. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the drive way, seeing Jonathins car gone. I parked the Jeep and went in the house and went still. Some one was here. But then I recognized who it was. I walked into my room and found Jason, sprawled on my bed. He lifted his head and wiggled his eyebrows. "Hello-o-o sexy." He said. I smiled and put my things down. Walking over to him, I put a little sway in my hips and crawled onto the bed and stradled his groin. I raised my eyebrows. "Hello tall dark and handsome." He still had his head lifted so I put a hand underneith his head and took out his pony tail, allowing his hair to lie free across my pillows. I kissed his chin and neck. He put his arms around my back. I nibbled on his neck and he groaned a little bit. I pulled back, sitting on his crotch. "Get out. I need to dress if we're going to DV8." I got off him and he whined.
"Awwww. But Jessica-"
"No. We have plans."
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