Someone get Naminé a parent she has not had a single positive adult figure in her life ever

Axel

I will be 17 in two weeks. I have dark hair and a slim physique. I like to work out and play sports. I like computers, reading and music. I grew up my whole life pretty much like any other kid. Had a house in a small town, went to school, played sports had the same school mates since grade school. My parents were never around much so I didn’t form any bonds with them. They “worked” a lot of the time, out of the country. That left my brother Max. He is older He is pretty cool when you get to know him I guess. He would appear odd to some. Others seem to like him, but his presence can be, how do I say this…. un-nerving? He can be strict. He doesn’t mind “enforcing” his rules either. The guardianship thing is rather new. I mean he was around when I was younger way more than my mother and father. I don't really recall them.

Max had to leave for a few years as well, and while he was gone I was left with family friends The Villareals. They basically kept to themselves, they treated me well, really well, but nevertheless they kept to themselves and allowed me basically to go about my business as I pleased. So I guess Im kind of a loner. I’ve never really gotten close to anyone, nor have I really felt the need to be. I knew what was coming. Why would you get close to people if you understood the consequences. I turn 17 on September 7th, so that gives me 1year and 3mths before either the inevitable happens (so I’m told) or I get the hell out of here without a trace by my 18th b-day. I mean I suppose it doesn’t happen just like that, and the transition takes time, and maybe it will be within my 18th year and not on the actual day, but one thing is for sure, if I don’t want to travel that road set out for me then I better have another route to take. One that can help me disappear. So anyway, brother comes back, for the most part pretty cool atleast to me. I get how others may think he is a bit of a dick, or stand offish. He treats me like an adult and does not put too many restrictions on me but he does have some rules. #1 rule always come home by dusk. This rule may seem strange. You see, my brother is a vampire. His life basically begins at dusk. He needs a little kickstart of human blood to get his senses going. He never drains me, he takes just enough to get him going. He says he does not feed off of other humans, but I don't believe him. I don't understand how he could be so strong and smart if he was taking just enough blood to get him through. I have heard others do that as well so as not to hurt humans and live amongst them, they then live off of small animals and plasma juice. The plasma juice has been engineered and distributed in an effort from the humans to co-exist with the vampires….yet from what I have read and heard there is nothing like the taste of real human blood. It gives the vamps, power. It ignites their entire body and can make a vamp perform in god like ways. Many vamps get off on it, but where we live, it is a community of co-existing so long as everyone plays the game.

So the way our line works is this…… During your 18th year you are bitten by your master vamp….which in this case is my brother. My parents turned him, and once his transition was over he returned to oversee mine.  He was gone for 3 years. Training, learning, educating himself on lore and all things Vampire. During this time it is told new vamps feed on humans to make them of strong mind and body during their re-birth. This may be a rumour, but other stories I have heard lead me to believe it is more fact than fiction. I haven't been privy to a lot of this information. I have been given what I need to know and not what might actually be useful information to have for someone about to have a life altering event happening to them in the not so distant future. I thought vampires were made, but not like this. I find it all confusing and Max doesn't give me much information. He tells me I will know when the times comes and that will be time enough.

All I know is I’m running out of time to be me. I am marked for this. Is it worth fighting? Should I run?During my 18th year I will become something else. Not fully human. Monster? I don't know. The thought of turning scares me, I could never say that out loud, because if I did it would make me sound weak, and that is not allowed. For some reason I have to be strong. Im chosen for something bigger than this mortal life. But why? I don't know if I am scared of becoming powerful or losing my humanity. Will I lose my humanity? Max is still normal, he can pretend very well. I suppose that is part of the learning. Figuring out how to fit in without drawing too much attention. I mean, we…. he lives among humans, many vamps do. It is normal now. Some people ask to be turned if only for  perks to being immortal. There is still so much to understand. Like where the hell have my parents been my entire life. I don't remember them being around from a young age. As a matter of fact all I really have memories are, are with Max. Max looks the same even now. A body frozen in time with a mind that ages with each passing season year after year. A prisoner to his youth. I had to get out of my head. I had to forget about this all if only for a little while.

Summer flew by and we were nearing the end of my last mortal summer. I did my best to enjoy the time I had. Michael Villarreal was my only real friend and I'm not so sure he really had a choice in the matter, but we ended up pretty close as two strangers could get who were thrown into a weird situation. Luna and Michael threw an end of summer bonfire. The usual crowd from school was there. The evening was uneventful for the most part and I was thinking of heading home when this girl in white began approaching the fire. Luna bounced out of a dark bush and nearly scared the life out of the girl. I felt sorry for her, wished I could make her feel better in that moment. (mental note) I don't even know her, why would I care? Turns out Luna knew the girl. She was new in town and would be in 12th grade as well. Her name was Monroe and she moved here with her mom. Apparently she was quite the pianist. Ofcourse this all trickled out amongst other guests at the party. I never actually heard it from her. Luna had met her while in town. She invited her to the bonfire to introduce her  to some people so she wouldn't feel like she didn't know anyone come the first day of school. From what I could tell she would be popular amongst the crowd. I strolled around the party hovering around her as she got introduced. I listened to her talk about moving from Whitsbe to Kerteece, She didn't give away too much personal information other than she liked music and art. I began feeling creepy. Following her around the party. I wondered if she had noticed me lurking and thought that I really was creepy. I wanted to introduce myself. I had to. I wanted to hear her speak to me this time. I gingerly went up and said “hey!” pretty sure I had a too wide double chin dopey grin on my face. If I did she didn’t say anything about it. She simply responded with “hi.” I recovered quickly and told her my name was Axel. She in turn responded with the obligatory “nice to meet you, my name is Monroe, I’m knew in town.” We chatted for a while, and by awhile right up until everyone else was gone and it was just her and I. We both loved music. I kind of explained my living situation but not in great detail. She told me a bit about herself but still kept guard of how much she was saying. I could tell she was holding back, but who was I to judge when I was doing the same thing, and with good reason. I felt comfortable talking to her though. Her voice was warm and she smelled sweet. Was that how she smelled or was I really smelling her. Was her blood so sweet I could smell her even now? No, I refused to think that. Maybe that was the strawberry cooler on her breath, she smelled sweet, naturally sweet. She had these kinda too big for her face red glasses and beautiful thick long black hair. She told me contacts scared her but maybe one day she would try them just not anytime soon. You could tell even with the glasses that she was beautiful and the more we talked over the night I realized it came from within her. She was genuinely a sweet innocent girl. She wore a necklace with a small crescent moon. Her dress was white and framed her body but still hung loosely as not to give her shape away. In that moment I realized I should walk away and not get involved. This couldn't end well if it ever became anything at all. I just met her. No feelings have been hurt. No one would care if we never spoke again. Walk away Axel, just walk away. She asked me if I wanted to watch the stars before we went home, and the stars in the sky were putting on quite the show tonight. How could I say no when she asked, and looked so cute not to mention I think she was on her 4th cooler.  It was only another 20 minutes maximum. Then I would go home and do my best to ignore her for the school year. 20 minutes is apparently all it takes. All it takes for your heart to start to want something and want it badly is 20 minutes. I had never made any real connections with anyone as I grew up. Michael is my closest friend and then there is just my brother. I have never wanted to be close to anyone. Yet, I just met her. Monroe. I didn't know she existed a few hours ago and now I cannot imagine never having known her. Wow. Im overwhelmed with a desire to be near her, to be with her. Im wondering if she is feeling the same way, although I doubt it. Other than agreeing to watch the stars with her I have tried to give her zero indication that I am even the slightest bit interested in her.  Although I will admit now in these final moments where I know any second she is going to tell me she has to go home I can't help but hold on to the moment. I realize I'm holding my breath and decide I should breathe out. Breathing is good. Intense. This has never happened. I mean I have dated the odd girl. Nothing serious. I never felt like this though, and I don't even know her. As predicted she turns to me and says she has to get home it is nearly 3am. She looks sleepy and is a little drunk. I tell her that I will walk her, it is too late for her to be out walking alone. She gladly accepts. She laughs as we walk the short distance to her house. We all live in the same neighbourhood and our backyards make up our hang outs. Good to know where she lives. She really didn't need me to walk her home. “Thanks,” she says with a giggle. “I guess I will see you when school starts next week then” she said. “Sure,���I said still trying to play it cool, but just incase she was doubting I added "Unless I see you before.” She smiled an awkward smile and well so did I. I turned around and went home. I went to bed that night kicking myself for  the “unless I see you before comment” I mean how dumb. I should have just said cya and went home.  I fell asleep thinking one week before school...how do I see her before school starts. I can't wait a week. zzzzzzzzzzz