Just Alec. (vampire novel)

Chapter 2

"Umm...hey" I managed to stifle two words under my breath, trying to keep my voice steady. I turned around to close the door behind me only to find out that it had already been closed. Okay Alec, just calm down, you know what he's like; he loves a good game of messing with people's heads. If you don't give him a reaction, he won't take the piss.

"Hey, kid" he replied, his voice annoyingly calm and under control. A smile flickered across his face as he cocked his head waiting for another one of my weak replies. Instead I looked towards the kitchen table as if it was the only reason I entered the room and made my way towards it. An uncomfortable screech came about as I dragged a chair out on the greasy marble floor. It hasn't been clean for months. I slumped myself into the chair and my body automatically relaxed, causing a sigh of relief to escape my mouth.  

 "It's a Monday" I murmured, tapping my fingers on the hard wooden table surface and knowing it got on his nerves. Struggling to stop myself from hinting my enjoyment at his annoyance, I cleared my throat and stole a glance from him. Chris looks just like any other flawless vampire out there that is every other vampire but me. He has perfect and unblemished skin, bright and clear eyes the colour of rich amber, an irritatingly irrestistable crooked smile which seems to drive girls insane, which really does drive me insane. He also has that charming yet devilish look you here about in books and see in the movies, but never get to actually see in real life, and boy does that annoy me. Where as I have less fortunate features. I wouldn't say that I'm ugly, but I wouldn't go ahead and say that I look anything like Chris.

That I look flawless.

 I'm the one with the large scar that draws down from the top of my right collarbone all the way down the bottom of my left breast. I would have bright and clear eyes just like him, if I wasn't so worn out from being down all the time. But when I look in the mirror all I see is a pair of dull, muddy eyes. That is, along with one of my only fortunate features: my smile. I have nice straight teeth, and although I kind of have no idea how it makes a difference, I've been told I have full lips. I would be quite happy about it if I knew why full lips mattered on guys, I mean, aren't they for girls? Though when I think about it, even if it does matter on guys, it doesn't on me.

 I barely see my smile, and neither do most people who I know or know me. With me, there's not much to make me smile...or laugh...or try. So that's all you'd get from me, dull eyes and straight lips that almost never curl it's ends to form a smile.  

Looking up again, I could see Chris' patience wearing out, which only made me laugh. Well, on the inside. Judging by the look on his face I don't think I should be pissing him off anymore than I am now.  

  "Stop doing that" he eventually replied, ignoring my previous statement. I decided to ignore him and carry on tapping the table. I was finding it so hard to hide my laughter and had to slightly shift to make sure I didn't make eye contact. "You heard me dick head stop it" he snapped. My fingers immediately froze as I heard the tone he rarely used. The only one he used when he really meant something. I locked my eyes with his to see what was going on, and saw nothing but a cover up of calmness.

"It's a Monday" I repeated.  

"Yeah, I know" 

"and what the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at some rave or some crap like that" Without breaking the stare, I slowly cocked my head a little to the right, almost as an accusation to something I knew he did.  

"Ummm, yeah it is. Actually" He moved towards the table and took a seat in front of me "I've been meaning to talk to you. Ida's away and she asked to me to send you a little message...from her" 

"Where is she anyway?" I asked, curious of here where abouts "Isn't she supposed to be back by now? She never leaves us for more than a week. She's been gone for two, and Sebastian's driving me insane"