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“You brought another girl to the party?” You scoffed in disbelief, staring at the blonde geek that nervously glanced up at your boyfriend. Well, ex boyfriend if he didn’t give you a good enough reason as to why you came to this stupid vampire party alone. The curly haired brunette sighed in annoyance, sliding his arm off the girl in order to reach out to you.
His hand weighed heavy on your shoulder as you glared, knowing full well that you couldn’t take his hand off your arm even if you tried. Stupid fledgling physical strength difference. You stayed quiet, arms crossed in front of your chest as your fangs threatened to poke out.
“Look, babe, she’s just here to enjoy the party,” Gord reasoned, honey laced words going ignored by you as you proceeded to look over the girl in question. Human, you concluded. And by the sight of her lame shirt, a Dusk enthusiast.
You sighed out in exasperation, looking back over to the man in front of you. “Really? You’re just picking anyone off the streets for this now?” You hissed, eyebrows furrowed as you quickly pieced together why the mortal girl was here. Gord’s brows furrowed in return, his grip on your shoulder tightening just a little bit.
Everybody knew that it was vampire nature to be territorial, but people were shocked at the fact that you were revealed to be Gord’s girlfriend when he turned you. Not only because of the terribly concerning age difference, but because of the fact that you were already clearly possessive. It was pretty commonly known that Gord was a bit more...loose when it came to relationships.
“Well if you’re able to use that pretty little head of yours to figure out why she’s here, how about you leave us be for now,” he hissed, lightly shoving you before removing his hand from your shoulder. Your eyebrows shot to your hairline in surprise as you stepped back, regaining your balance. There was no way that this man just chose a future meal over the girl he had called his lover for the past three months.
You growled, narrowing your eyes at the pretty boy. “Fine then, don’t come crying back to me when you realize that I’m not playing, Gord,” you spat, harshly ramming your shoulder into his as you walked past.
You caught the girl’s eye as you walked. You’ve seen her in school before, she was in the same grade but you’ve already been a fledgling for almost a month. It should’ve clicked a lot sooner that Gord was only with you so that he could peer pressure you into changing tonight, but sadly you only figured it out now that it was too late. “Enjoy the party,” you smiled, words laced with venom as you walked past them.
Your heels clacked against the wooden floors of the mansion. Irritability growing more and more as your feet cried out in agony with every step. You were only wearing heels to seem more mature, and now you cursed the fact that you didn’t bring an extra pair of flats or sandals.
You walked over to the main commons, plopping down harshly on one of the sofas without even bothering to check who was already sitting. Stupid party, stupid full moon, stupid stupid stupid pretty boy ex boyfriend. You felt you glare get harsher and harsher as your thoughts kept racing, the older vampires near you slowly starting to filter away from the sofa. Although they were most likely stronger, it still was never a good idea to rile up a girl already upset at a party.
Everybody knew that.
Well, maybe everybody but whoever was tapping on your shoulder.
“What,” you hissed, icy glare now redirected towards a blonde kid with glasses. His eyes widened in surprise, arm retracting to rest back at his side once he got your attention. You fought back a loud groan as you took a second to look at him. Another blonde, geeky martial. Was there a trend this year or something?
“Woah there baberella, I was just wondering why you were upset at the ball,” he defended, hands brought up to show he meant no harm. Your lips thinned into a line at the name and corny pickup line(?). What the hell?
Giving a final glare, you sighed and fell back onto the couch, looking up at the ceiling. “I just finished dumping by boyfriend,” you mumbled, hearing a small gasp from the boy next to you. “At a party? That must’ve some trouble in paradise,” he commented, drawing a short laugh from you.
“Yeah...” you trailed off, lips curling into a frown before you turned your body to face the blonde. “I mean, who just brings another girl to a party when they already have a girlfriend!” You complained, waving you hand out before letting it loudly fall back onto your thigh. Big green eyes stared at you behind black framed lenses, intently listening to your small vent.
A small frown formed on his own lips, the boy letting a small noise of disgust slip from his lips. “I was always taught to treat a lady right,” he declared, eyebrows furrowed as he thought up a response. You were a bit surprised at the fact that he actually seemed to be invested in the conversation topic.
His eyes flickered back up to meet yours before he spoke up again. “See, I would’ve brought my girlfriend everywhere so I could show her off, especially if she was as hot as you,” he concluded, his bluntness making your eyes go just a little wide. I mean, sure you’ve been called pretty but you haven’t heard someone call you attractive in such a blunt way before.
A small exhale of amusement left you as your lips curled up to a smile, the boy mirroring your expression once he noticed your mood seemed to have been lifted.
“I’m [ your name ], what’re you doing at a party like this?” You introduced yourself, head tilted in curiosity. You were met with a goofy grin, a cute one, you noted. “Well, the party doesn’t happen till I’m here, you know? I’m Rory.” He joked.
“I’m sure it doesn’t,” you hummed, looking over the boy one last time before sitting up. “Say, how old are you?” You asked, watching the boy perk up at the question. “I’m a freshman!” He chirped.
You paused at the information. I mean, one year differences aren’t that bad, especially when you’ve dated a guy already legally considered an adult (although already immortal). Your lips curled up into a smile as you leaned forward, “What do you think about older women, Rory?” Green eyes widened at the implication.
“Love em’,” he responded quickly, your smile turning into a grin. “Perfect,” you hummed, quickly standing up and reaching your hand out. “How about I teach you a small trick i learned, just us two?” You offered, watching the gears in the boy’s head turn. It didn’t take too long before his hand clasped yours, big eyes looking up at you in poorly veiled excitement, “Deal!”
- - -
“T-this is way better than I imagined!” Rory breathed, hands clamped down on your shoulders as you left open mouth kisses along his neck a collarbone. You hummed happily against his skin, hands placed on his waist and the small of his back. You felt every shudder that went through his body, relishing in the hisses and whimpers that left the boy’s lips.
“What did you imagine, Rory?” You asked, kissing up his jawline before pulling back, admiring the dazed look of his pretty green eyes. He looked a little sheepish at the question, averting his gaze. “Ah, well, I guess I always imagined making out with a girl at a party and uh,” his gaze flickered over to you before quickly dropping down to look at the floor once more, “getting a hickey, I guess.”
You raised an eyebrow in amusement at the confession, feeling a grin slide onto your features. “Well, what kind of girl wouldn’t give such a sweet boy what he wants?” You remarked, diving back into the sweet spot between his neck and shoulder. Placing just a few more kisses, you swiped your tongue over his pale skin.
His gasp sounded like music to your ears as he stiffened against you, grip on your shoulders turning vice-like as you proceeded to nip and suck at the spot. It was getting harder to keep your senses in check, fangs threatening to peek out the more you continued. Rory’s blood was rapidly pumping through his veins, emitting such a tasty aroma, your nose right in the most vulnerable area of his body.
“I bet you taste amazing, Rory,” you groaned, the boy’s eyebrows shooting up. “W-what?” He squeaked, obviously misunderstanding you. You pulled back, catching a small glimpse of the red and purple bruise standing proudly against the milk of his skin tone. With a grin, your fangs flashed, “Say, what do you think about immortality?”
Your finger snaked underneath his chin, tilting his head enough for you to feel the way he gulped harshly. “Hot,” he breathed, your eyes going wide at the realization that he was more turned on than he was scared. You let out a laugh, smile turning genuine as you gently pushed Rory against the bathroom sink.
“I think you’ll like it, so just trust me for second,” you mumbled into his neck, feeling him stiffen underneath your fangs.