If I Was Your Vampire

CHAPTER 1 : The Relationship Status

  Let's start from the very beginning, shall we? No? Too far back? I guess... Well yeah, I agree. The heartbreak of the world occurred. Let's just get some history into my relationship with Carter. I loved him... Well, I still do. I feel the need to protect him. Even if it meant hurting myself. Before you judge me, listen to the story. What happened the last night of my human life.

We held hands as we walked into the set building. I was going to a photo shoot. He insisted on accompanying me, though I was uneasy about that. "I just really want to see you all beautiful and sexy when you pose in front of the camera " he told me. "Really? Oh, I thought you just wanted to see models," I teased him. His laughter echoed when we entered the mirrored room. I felt as if someone was watching us. I looked back over my shoulders but nothing was there. I settled for the thought that is was just my imagination. For now.

As his laughter subsided, I walked off into the makeup room. There, waiting for me, was my friend Gigi. She was a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model. "Gorgeous as always, huh?" I teased, gesturing to her perfect makeup and hair. Where are my hairstylists and makeup artists were. "Haha, but today, I get the privilege to put you in makeup and style your hair myself," she smiled.

It wasn't as bad as I thought. At least we came to a consensus that it would be natural with coral lips and smoky eyes darkened with winged eyeliner. "I may have to drag you around with me until my 18th birthday," I half-joked as I admired her work in the giant full length mirrored. "We'll see," she giggled. I went to go change into my costume as fast as I could.

"Are you girls ready yet? It's time. The photographers are already set up?" Madame Giselle screeched. "Yikes," I commented. Gigi and I shared the same horrified expression. I had to hurry up!!

I slowly walked out of the silk curtains. Carter's expression was hysterical. I couldn't help but noticed his shocked impression. I hadn't changed that much. He looked genuinely shocked and as if he couldn't contain all of his emotions in, he leaned against the wall to support his weight like he was about to fall over. I couldn't help but laugh.

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"That was pure torture," he complained as we walked into building 7. I just laughed at him again. He didn't like to admit defeat; especially when he lost to me. Which happened very often. "Maybe I should listen to you more often," he muttered almost incoherently. I looked up and he glared at my amusement. That made it even more funny. He scowled until I stood on my tiptoes to swiftly kiss his cheek. I didn't stop grinning until we entered the building. I felt someone's eyes on us. I told myself not to freak out but I couldn't shake it off.

"You will warn me if you will look impossibly more angelic than you are again, right?" He asked slowly. I chose my words carefully. "I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I promise I will try to tell you when I have my next shoot. I will also tell you when I don't want you to be hanging around where I am. Oh! And by the way, I didn't know dark makeup made me look so angelic to you." Carter let go of my hand as he went to go talk to my director, Martin McDonagh. I smiled brightly at him when he caught my eye.

I was walking towards the costume trailer. There, waiting for me, was the costume designer, Colleen Atwood. She was amazingly talented. She help up a hanger with my costume on it with a bright smile, waiting for me to try it on. "I'm hoping you'll like it... And fit into it!" She laughed. She jokingly gestured to my small figure. I laughed at the memory when everyone warned her to make a smaller size for me. When she shook it off telling them she understood, the outfit was still 3 sizes too big for me. "You're crazy talented! Of course I'll fall in love with it as always." I gushed excitedly. I was very ecstatic today. "Okay, try it on, I'll be back in a minute," she instructed. I slipped into the small black crop top and tight black skinny jeans. There were, glittery, floral patterns on the back of the top, but I couldn't make out what they were. On the front where intricate patterns with butterfly-wing-like colors. It was magnificent. The jeans were a little loose for me but I would be running and kicking in them anyway. They were smooth on the inside but felt like regular jeans on the outside.