Liza is an eighty nine year old vampire stuck forever living as a teenage girl, for decades trying to run away from her past. She tries to control her desires and the strong temptation she faces being what she is, fighting to save her own sense of h...
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Liza's outfit: Combat boots, black ripped jeans, green bomber jacket, white under shirt.
I look to the sky as the sun is in its wake. My mind is warped around last night's events. I am furious at Evelyn for what she almost did to Carter. My sister crossed a line, very well knowing the effect this girl has on me. I am even more upset at my own actions, for she isn't mine. I do not understand why I am letting this human get to me so much, and we only formally met yesterday. I sigh to myself as I sit on my house roof. If it wasn't for the power of compulsion last night, Carter and her best friend would have full acknowledgement of mine and my sister's secret. This was not how I wanted to start my time back in New York. The sun is becoming brighter now, which means it's time to get ready for the school day.
"Is school even worth the risk?"
I was having second thoughts about going back to Portland High, to find another school to attend. But I cannot deny the need to see Carter again. She is my addiction, while I would always just be the monster under her bed. With another silent sigh, I jump off the roof and land in front of the car. I think for a moment.
"A quick run to school would be nice, but someone would surely see me if I am not careful. So taking the car it is."
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I arrive at the school, breathing in deeply before I head inside. I make my way to my locker as the first school bell rings. I see Carter right down the hall. I remember that we have first period together to my current dread. I had thought of maybe changing my blocks around to avoid her, but maybe I didn't want to. She begins to walk in my direction. I slightly open my locker to block myself from view. Yet I can't take my gaze off of her. She is wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath to go with her black fitted jeans and hightop sneakers. I find her to be as pleasing to the eye almost as much as she is to my keen sense of smell. Yet I also observe her to be although kind and naturally beautiful a bit of a loner, not really taking notice to the other students in the hallway. Her mother only died a year ago. I knew from experience that enduring the death of a loved one can put you in a place of extreme isolation in your own head, feeling you are out of world in comparison to everyone else.
