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As professor Marks started talking about islandic poesi my eyes wanderad over to the vamp, whos name I hade picked up as being Christopher. He was unbelievable beautiful, as are all vampires. He must have been handsom also in life, when, and where ever that had been. With his longish, dark brown hair and green eyes he looked a bit foreign, though I couldn't quite place where he could have been from. The seat next to him was empty, apparently nobody wanted to sit next to the strange boy. Humans have good instincts. He looked bored already and who could blame him, he had probably been through high-school at least seven times. I had to smile then, everybody else but me could blame him, they didn't know what I did. I sort of felt sorry for him. This beautiful would go through school with out one single friend, with out anyone to talk to. Christopher started looking around, as though he knew somebody was watching him, thinking about him. I looked at my book and tried to look bored. He looked at me briefly and looked away. Right, not interesting enough for him, am I? I thought angrily and gritted my teeth.

forts. nr 3

No, really shouldn't think about it. If he finds me interesting he will pay more attension to me and therefore find out that I'm not human. I defintitely do not want him to pretend some emotions for me only because I'm actually kissable to him. Yes, I will definitely not talk to him.
As I was putting down my things on my desk in literature Veggie-vamp walked by me, and chose the seat infront of me. That would probably speed things up a bit.
"Hi Mindy! A clear voice greeted me "I haven't seen you all summer! Where have you been?" I looked up to find that Sarah, a nice enough girl with short brown hair and freckels was preparing to sitt next to me. "I was mostly visiting my aunt in San francisco" I answered, thinking that I at least had started my underwater trip to the easter islands from there, no need to tell her that. "Wow, what was that like? Did you go to alcatraz?" I swam around it, does that count? "No" I answered "We spend most of our time at the sea" Sarah had sat down on the chair next to me by now but it didn't bother me, Sarahs water just doesn't appeal to me. I think it has something to do with all those painkillers she eats for her migrane.

Tiden är sen, sängen kallar! Tänker skriva mer imorgon.

Forts.

The school started filling up. I noticed a new student walking alone to the office, he was really beautiful I could tell, even from this distance. He didn't look like your avarage teen-aged boy. I sighed and headed for my class. Hadn't I for a second ago thought about the impossibilies with having a boy friend? There was no reason to think about this new guy.
I happened to get a closer look at the boy during lunch. He sat just a table away from my. There was something wrong about him, he did not look like any of the other humans. Maybe he wasn't human? As I looked at him more closely I figured out what he was. A vampire of course. I was surprised, it wasn't often you would see a vampire among humens. This boy didn't have red eyes like most vampires, his eyes were a golden brown. A veggie-vam, I thought. As I watched him in all his angelic beauty I became more and more interested in him, I wanted to introduce myself and talk to him, non-human to non-human. The thought remained just that, a thought. I would probably never summon up enough courage to speak to him. It would be perfect though, wouldn't it, I daydreamed, he isn't filled up with all that desireble water, and I know he wouldn't crave for my blood, thin as it is.

Twilight fanfic

You know when you say that cucumbers are made up to 90 % of water? Well, it's the same for a human. For me, that is a very bad thing. My water-level is somewhere between 40-80 %, 40 on a good day and closer to 80 on a bad day. Yet nobody could ever tell that I'm diffrent, I look exactly the same as everyone else in my school. Sometimes I wish that I actually would look like as they portray mermaids in movies and books. I wouldn't mind have long, floating red hair or be as fit as those mermaids always are. Well, there really isn't much that humans got right when it comes to mermaids anyway. Like what's up with all that singing? We don't sing, nor do we dance around in the water with the fish. Humans have never graspt that we are dangerous. If they'd known how mush restrain it takes to be around humans without sucking the water out of them they wouldn't make so many fairytales about us. They would most certainly put us in the same category as, I don't know, werewolves and vampyres. Here I am, in a high-school in a costal town, going to the same courses as all the humans. I try to keep to myself, I don't really have that many friends. Of course I don't have a boyfriend either. I know that Peter from my chemistry-class would love to see himself in that position. The problem with boyfriends is that I would eventually have to kiss them. That would be an interesting scene. "Excuse me, would you like to put a plastic bag in you mouth before I kiss you?" I would suggest "If I get in contact with your mouthwatering salivia I would probably suck the life out of you". I'm sure Peter would love to hear that. What a turn-on. I can't even be close to any humans without hearing the gushing water in their bodies, wanting so badly to have it in mine. "Would I even want a human boyfriend" I asked myself "they're so boring...".

God natt!

Sista delen

Mannen stog tyst vid dörren. Sakta lyftes hans hand. Pistolmynningen pekade rakt på Richard. Både Richard och Fabiana varseblev mannen. De stod som frysta på sin plats. Fabianas hjärta dunkade så snabbt medan tankarna flög genom huvudet. Richard var den första som samlade sig. "Ursäkta, jag tror att ni har tagit fel kontor" sade han till mannan. "Hon är inte din" svarade mannen aggressivt. "Giorgio, per favore, non..." fick Fabiana ur sig. "Känner du den där mannen?" frågade Richard förvånat. "Jag är hennes jävla man, du ska inte röra henne!" röt Giorgio till och riktade ett skott emot Richard. Fabiana slängde sig emot Richard, kulan körde genom hennes högra arm och in i Richards vänstra arm. De föll emot bokhyllan bakom dem. Giorgio stod vid dörren, mer rasande än någonsin. "Puttana di merda, che cazzo fai?" skrek han åt Fabiana medan han gick emot dem. Fabiana svimmade.

"Fabiana, Fabiana?" hörde Fabiana en mjuk röst fråga. Hon slog upp ögonen och stirrade in i Richards grön ögon. "Allt är okej, vi är i en ambulans på väg till sjukhuset. Giorgio kan inte skada dig mera". Fabiana förlorade medvetande igen.

När Fabiana nästa gång vaknade låg hon i en sjukhussäng med armen i bandage. "Hon är inte så allvarligt skadan, det är mest på grund och chocken som hon svimmade, Fabiana kan säkert komma med er hem redan idag" sade en kvinnas röst utanför dörren. "Tack" svarade Richard och öppnade dörren. "Du är vaken" sade han och tittade på henne med förundran i ögonen. "Jo". "Ingen har någonsin gjort något sådant som du gjorde för mig tidigare. Du räddade mitt liv". Fabiana kunde bara le. "Denhär morgonen har fått mig att inse något. Fabiana, jag tror inte jag kan leva utan dig". Richard ställde sig på knä vid sängen och tog Fabianas hand i sin. "Vill du gifta dig med mig?". Fabiana brast ut i ett stort leende "Det dig som jag alltid har velat ha"


The end.

Fortsättning

Nästa morgon steg Fabiana upp som vanligt och förberedde sig för jobbet. Natten hade varit fylld av mardrömmar men i morgonljuset verkade gårdagens händelse tyna bort.

Richard var redan på plats när Fabiana kom. "God morgon, sir" hälsade Fabiana. Richard tittade på henne med en bekymrad min märkte att hon inte såg ut att må särskilt bra. "God morgon, är allt okej?". "Ja, ja, det är inget..". Richard log. "Min farmors ring kom med morgonbudet. Guldsmeden har gjort ett fantastiskt arbete, jag är väldigt nöjd. Skulle du vilja titta på den?". "Ja, gärna" svarade Fabiana glad över att få någonting annat i tankarna än Giorgio. Richard gick fram till kassaskåpet, öppnade låset och tog fram en liten ask. Han öppnade asken, tog fram ringen och gav den till Fabiana. "Den är vacker!"sade Fabiana medan hon såg på den förtrollat. "Vill du pröva den" frågade Richard som inte kunde ta ögon från sin vackra sekreterare med sin farmors ring i handen. Fabiana satt ringen på sitt finger utan att säga ett ord. Där stod de brevid varandra vid skrivbordet. Solen lyste på dem genom fönstret och hela världen försvann. Ingen av dem märkte att det kommit en tredje person in i rummet. En man i trettioårs åldern med mörkt hår, tunna kläder och en galen blick i ögonen

Fortsättning

Efter den kvällen hade inget varit som förr. Giorgio hade inte ens väntat på en förklaring utan utgått från att hans Fabiana varit otrogen en längre tid. Samma kväll hade Giorgio väntat på att Fabiana och Matteo sade adjö till varandra, följt Matteo hem och helt enkelt tänt eld på höghuset från trappuppgången. Flera personer rökskadades, höghuset förstördes och Matteo fick svåra brännskador som förvanskade hela hans yttre. Giorgio pekades aldrig ut som gärningsmannen och ingen visste vilket motiv hade lett till branden. Ingen förutom Fabiana som vaknade av att Giorgio kom hem luktandes rök och sprit. "Nu har du bara mig" sade han åt Fabiana innan han slocknade.

Följande morgon skrev Fabiana ett brev till sina föräldrar, tog ut alla sina pengar och flydde. Milano, Wien, Luxemburg, Amsterdam, London och Manchester.

Idag verkade det som om hennes förflutna hunnit upp med henne. Fabiana lugnade ner sig och intalade sig själv att det var omöjligt att Giorgio hade fått tag i henne.