I opened my eyes and knew I had cried in my sleep, something very strange that I did sometimes. I wiped away the crusted and dry tears, got up and turned on the hot water in the bathroom. I closed the door and threw the towels on the bench, waiting for the steam to start filling the room. I looked into the mirror and supported myself by my arms against the bench. "You're not going to be yourself for the next few days, I can tell." I spoke to myself quietly, staring at my own figure until the steam had become condensation on it. I jumped in and got out to get dressed, not even bothering to do makeup since I was grounded nower days. I walked down stairs. "Morning..." I mumbled to Mum and Dad, whom only replied to it with another mumble. I cooked myself breakfast and took it upstairs with my misery trail. I looked around my room and actually studied it, thinking about all the creative words I could think because I had nothing better to do or think about. I placed my small plate on my bedside table and heard a soft knock at my door. "Yeah?" I asked, in a fed up tone. Mum opened the door and stuck her head in. "Everything okay Honey?" She asked and I shook my head, feeling a tear fall down my cheek silently. "It's your boyfriend, isn't it?" I pulled my knees up and hugged them at her sympathetic tone. She came in and shut the door behind her. "I know exactly what you're going through, Honey." I shook my head violently. "But Mum! My situation isn't the same, is it?" I asked her as she sat the end of my bed. "I'm lovesick over a vampire, not a vampire hunter. There is a huge difference Mum." I told her and pulled out the scrapbook. I couldn't help but stare at the little window on the shiny, black cover. I put in the black and white photo of Drake at the window, the first picture I took and it was my favourite by far. "I know Sweetheart and I was lovesick over your father. It's hard when someone's against your happiness but you will get through it, I promise." She patted my leg and left, shutting the door again and I ran a thumb over Drake's bang-covered face. I put the book back and felt myself go into depression. I got up and sat at the computer, pulling up a net page to only find out my Internet had be disconnected. I groaned in frustration and pulled up a new document and started to type out a random story for the next few hours.
I huffed and looked out the window of my room and saw it was dark already. I had written - sorry - typed about 21 pages of something I was going to delete later tonight. "Going hunting!" I heard Mum yell out and I knew it was back to the same routine - pizza, C.O.D (Call of Duty) and sleep. I followed through the routine but it was interrupted by a call from Juliet. "Hello?" I picked up my phone and knew I sounded really bad. "Mikii? It's Juliet from the movies. You're not sounding so good." I shook my head, even though see couldn't see me, and put my phone on loud speaker. "No, a lot of fights. And I mean a lot." My voice was dry and slightly hoarse. "I can tell. Do you want me to come over your place?" I shrugged, trotting downstairs to get the other phone. "I'll have to ask my parents since I'm grounded." I spoke casually and dialled in their number. "I'll put you on loud speaker so you can hear but you have to keep quiet." I pressed the button as Juliet confirmed with a 'yep.' "Mikii? What's going on?" It had to be fucking Dad! I thought to myself and calmed down. "Hi Dad. I was wondering if I could have a friend over please." I told him and I could hear the Monaro do something funny. "It better not be that stupid idiot!" I heard the anger in his voice and my eyes swelled with tears. "No," I tried to stop my voice from breaking but it was almost impossible, "it's Juliet. The girl I met at the cinema." I told him putting the home phone down on the bench and wiped the tears away. "Fine but if I find out it was that pest, you're in serious trouble young lady. Am I clear?" I felt his words cut deeply and I told him 'yes, goodbye.' Not even 'I love you' anymore. I hung up and calmed myself. "I'm starting to pull up into your drive now. That was really harsh." I smiled to myself and walked out the front. "You wouldn't believe." I told her, hanging up and watched as her car pulled in the drive. "Thanks Mum!" I heard her chime as she pulled a few bags and pillows out of the back. I waved and gestured her inside. "Lovely house." She gasped as I lead her upstairs to my room. "You get used to it I guess." I shrugged and opened my door, telling her to leave her stuff anywhere. "Okay, what's been bugging you?" I sat on my bed and she sat across from me, our legs folded. "Dad found out... Something about my boyfriend and now it's forbidden to be even near each other." I broke it down, not knowing how to explain it simply. "What was this 'something'?" She asked in a polite manner, not demanding. "I really can't tell anyone unless they swear to take it to their graves." I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. "I swear on my father's grave." She spoke sorrowfully but with a purpose in it. "I'm sorry and thank you." I spoke quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder for comfort. "The something about my boyfriends is that..." I trailed off and took a deep breath and let it all out as the word passed my lips, "he's a vampire." I finished and saw she was unmoved. "Is this true or do you think I'm blonde like my hair colour?" She asked, not really in any emotion. "The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Plus there are some really smart blonde-haired women out there." I told her and she nodded, smiling at hte blonde subject that was quickly dropped. "So vampires exist?" She looked at me in astonishment. "Yes but you must not tell a soul! It's vital that we keep it away from the innocent mind of the world." Juliet took me hands and smiled. "Like I said, it's going to my grave." I let out a breath of relieve and smiled. "Thank you so much." I gave her a hug and sat back in my place. "Now, why is your father so harsh towards him and has given your relationship the 'forbidden' stamp?" She asked, moving over to sit at the head board with me. "We are vampire hunters..." I trailed off, knowing that practically explained everything. "Then how did this happen?" I looked at her and felt a tear fall down my cheek. "School. He tried to be 'normal' as he would say and went to get an education." I told her and wiped away the tears roughly, hopefully she didn't know it was Drake or she didn't go to my school. "I see..." She trailed off and I felt something watch us from the tree outside my window. "You loved him, didn't you?" She asked, making me nod and more tears fell even as I kept an eye on the window. "and I still love him now. It was a love-hate relationship at first but I couldn't help but fall for him. He was busted when Dad came in on him 'feeding'." I told truthfully and saw her stunned expression. "Does it hurt?" She asked in a low voice and I shook my head, smiling. "That's the first thing I asked too. Not at all. It's actually kinda like the feeling of love actually. A fuzziness running through your limbs." I explained, still smiling. An awkward silence fell over us until Juliet broke it. "How can I protect myself?" She asked, sounding slightly scared at the thought of vampires being around. "Stake them in the heart, avoid walking at night if you can and don't look at any gang guy that you may come across at night. They'll put you in a trance and drain you practically dry." I couldn't keep the happy side of it up anymore. "It's the newborns that are the trouble. One's from an ancient bloodline, like my boyfriend, are very gentleman-like and friendly, wanting to be able to blend with humans and not make them meals instead unless they are literally dying for a drop of blood. But even that then is still a rare case." I explained the situation between humans and vampires over the centuries and modern history. "So I'm quite safe really, right?" I tilted my head from side to side. "Yes but it really depends on the situation. Yes because the sun is on our side then you are at night too if you stay indoors." She nodded and we continued a conversation on life instead of love and vampires. I instantly remembered I had no makeup covering up my scar. An awkward silence past and I thought about bringing it up. "You want to know about me scar, don't you?" I asked, feeling it in her tense stare. She nodded and looked over it quickly. "If it doesn't bother you at all." I shook my head and went over my story, practically the flashback I had in music. We eventually got tired and went to bed after I sorted out the bed arrangements.
