Razor (Vampire Fiction)

2: 'Hold Your Breath, My Dear'

Alex's POV:

I trudged home, awkwardly. It wasn't awkward walking home. It was awkward walking around my neighborhood looking for my house because I couldn't quite see clearly. I had contacts, but they were itchy and I'd just rather have glasses. My mom and my two friends, Mikey and Winn, say that I look better without my glasses. Of course, I don't believe them. Finally, after an hour of walking around, my mom comes home from work. She stops the car and I get in and she drives us home. As soon as I enter the car, she starts to smile.

"Alex, honey! You look so cute!" I blushed, hiding my face.

"Yeah, well the story behind why I am not wearing my glasses isn't so cute," I replied in my usual, monotonous, yet sarcastic tone of voice. My mom's smile faded.

"What do you mean?", she asked.

I sighed. "Kris Midnight. He stomped on my glasses." Mom snickered. I knew she didn't find my situation funny. It was Kris' last name that she found so hilarous. To be honest, I thought it was badass. Kris Chandelier-Midnight to be exact. It was sort of funny. And a bit odd...But most people overlooked it.

"I'm sorry, Alex. It isn't what happened. It's just-" she cut herself off, laughing hysterically. "Is that really his name?!" I grinned, something I rarely ever did.

"Heh. Yeah, mom. Kris Chandelier Midnight. No joke." At this, she laughed so hard that she almost hit our mailbox as she parked the car. As she turned off the old Toyota, she wiped the tears from her eyes. She sighed.

"Oh gosh." She said suddenly.

"What?" Her face was so serious it filled me with a tremendous amount of concern. "What is it , mom?"

"That name...That name made me realize something." I perked up.

"Yeah? What?"

"It made me realize....Your generation is so fucked." Being that my mom rarely ever swore like that, we laughed for at least fifteen minutes in the car.

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"Mom, can Mikey come over for supper?" I yelled from upstairs in my bedroom.

"No! We have company! My new boyfriend is coming over!" She yelled back up. I rolled my eyes and continued playing my acoustic guitar. Another boyfriend. Oh, mom. I sighed, trying to remember the chords. I closed my eyes and began singing where I left off.

'Well, Mama, we're all gonna die. Mama, we're all gonna die! Stop asking me questions; I'd hate to see you cry! Mama, we're all gonna die!'

Then, suddenly, a voice I didn't recognize to be my own joined in.

'And when go don't blame us, yeah! We'll let the fires just bathe us! Yeah! ' I looked up at the smirking boy that the angelic voice, a nice mixture of Gerard Way's and Patrick Stump's, had come out of. I nearly gasped. But all I could say was an angry, dry, "You."

Kris' POV:

When my uncle invited me to go to his girlfriend's house, I was surpised. He didn't want her son to be all alone and I'm his only nephew so of course, he called my parents and made them convince me to come. They bribed me with a leather jacket and fourty five minutes later, I was at the doorstep of my uncle's girlfriend's home. A lovely, young woman opened the door, smiling brightly.

"Reggie, hi! And who is this charming young man?" I smirked. I wouldn't describe myself as charming, but I'll take what I can get.

"This is Kris. Say hi Kris."

"I'm not five years old. I can speak for myself. Hi, Uncle Reggie's girlfriend." I retorted. Without another word, we entered the house. It was small, but I could tell it was expensive. It had a homey feel to it. I smiled at that.

"Oh, Kris! My son is upstairs if you'd like to meet him!"

"Alright." I answered. I walked up the carpeted stairs when I heard a soft voice and guitar coming from a specific room. The door was covered in band posters and anime posters. I was sure this was him. I listened closely.

'Mama, we're all gonna die! Mama, we're all gonna die!' The sound of My Chemical Romance excited me. They were my favorite band. I slowly opened the door. Oh...my...gosh. It was that nerd from earlier today. The one whose glasses I'd crushed... I waited for the right time to join in. He looked at me in awe. Awe slowly turned to anger as remembered who I was. He growled an angry, "You."

I smirked.

"Yes, it is I, Kris. The man of your dreams."

The kid scoffed, "Yeah, okay."

"In all seriousness, though, you're really talented." I mentioned. He blushed.

"No, no. You...You're a dick. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Your mom's boyfriend is my-"

"Oh gosh," He said, standing up, pacing around the room. "We're going to be step brothers aren't we? Oh no. Ugh! This is so fucked up! We'll have to share rooms and get along and...Just no. I don't want to be stuck in a sibling bonding process with you!" I cringed as he sat back down, grumpily.

"Am I really that bad?" I asked, my voice breaking. He looked up. His eyes changed in mood.

"...Come here." He demanded.

"What?"

"Come here." I walked over to him and he pulled me into his arms. I was flabbergasted. What the hell was going on?

"What are you...Why...No. He's not my dad. He's my un-" He shushed me.

"I could see it in your eyes that I'd hurt your feelings. I'm not sure if this is the right way to do it, but uh, I'm trying to calm you." I smiled slightly.

"You're a dork," I giggled.

"Tell me something I don't know." I slowly slipped out of his grasp.

"So, uh...Maybe we should get to know each other. You first."

Alex's POV:

I sighed. I had to tell the jerk about myself. Yippee. "Um, okay. My name is Alex. Alex Clairemont. As you've probably figured out, I like anime, sci-fi and music. My parents divorced when I was two because my dad...he was abusive." I paused. He stared at me expectantly.

"Well...Why'd you stop?" He asked. I shrugged.

"That's usually the part when people go 'awww' or give me some pity bullshit." Kris shook his head.

"No. I'm not that type of person. That sucks, but if he was like that, then its good that your parents divorced when you were at a young age." Kris made my heart flutter, I soon found out. He was different. He was still a dick, but he was different. "Continue," he said, smiling at me. As he did so, I caught a glimpse at something that made me chuckle in amusement.

"Your K-9s are sharp, dude." He paled.

"Uh, y-yeah. Aren't everyone's?"

"Well, yeah but yours are sharper." He blinked. He closed his mouth for a few seconds and then smiled at me again.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure they aren't." This time, they were sharp, but they were average like everyone else's...Weird. Maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me. After all, I wasn't wearing my glasses. But I had in my contacts...Strange.

"Boys dinner!" My mom called up.

I snapped out of my trance.

"Great I'm starving," I admitted. But when I looked up Kris was gone. The door was open and I could hear his voice downstairs.

What. The. Fuck.