Take Your Hand In Mine ~ Andley

Chapter Two

"3-2-1 We came to fuck

Everybody party till the gasman comes

Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun

And get a parking violation on La Brea till it's done!"

I groaned, shutting off my alarm which was set to "Vampire Money" by My Chemical Romance. I couldn't help but smile at that song.

I slipped out of bed, trudging into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushes my teeth, grinning at my pearly white fangs. I pulled on some skinnys and a t-shirt and quickly did my hair and makeup. I glanced at the clock, 7:50. I'm gonna be late. Oh well. Everyone knows not to mess with me, so it really didn't matter if I was late.

I slipped downstairs, pouring some cereal into a bowl. I glanced over at my dad, who was asleep on the couch, some random whore in his lap. This is how it went. Basically, my mom got attacked on her way home from.the store one day...and she.. died. Something changed in my dad that day, I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't the same caring dad I once knew, he was an angry dom who didn't want to be messed with. He was now without a mate. He didn't love anyone anymore, not even me. He brings home random whores all the time- sometimes mateless vampires and sometimes even stupid humans. He bangs them, spends a few days with them, and when the person's convinced my dad really cares about them, he kills them. It's was awful at first, but now I'm just used to it. That whore in my dads lap is taking her final breaths, and she doesn't even know it.

The worst part is, my dad wants me to be like that. The problem is, I'm not a killer. That's my biggest secret. Everyone thinks I'm.blood thirsty. But the truth is, I'm just a good actor. I'm pretty much full of empty threats. And mean, sure, I've killed before. I was angry, and I certainly didn't enjoy it.

I'm not like my dad. Well, I'm not like what he's become. The only reason everyone's scared of me is really becuase they're scared of my dad.

I'm just lonely. I'm tired of pretending, I'm tired of being something that I'm not. With my mom gone and my dad doing whatever he's doing all the time, my life is lacking one very important thing, love. That's why I hope I can find that special person very soon, my mate. But no such luck so far.

I slipped out the door, jumping into my car. I blasted my Kiss CD, singing every word.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at school. I parked in my usual spot, and causally walked into school. Here we go Ashley, time to put on your act. I don't know why I'm so afraid. I just can't seem to reveal the real me. It's like the real Ashley is trapped somewhere inside of me, screaming to get out.

After dropping my stuff off, I walked into my first period science class, with Mr. Flynn as my teacher. He was a cowardly, perverted, human teacher, and I had full control of him. It was great.

I joined the rest of the class in the back of the room. I guess we're getting new seats. Like I give a fuck.

I jumped onto the air conditioner, resting my head against the wall. It's not like Mr. Flynn can stop me. I know that deep down, I would probably never hurt my teacher. But everyone else doesn't need to know that.

"Ashley." He called out my name. I looked up, raising my eyebrows. "Please take a seat at desk 6, seat A." I hate the science desks. They invade your personal space. It's just like a small table that seats two people, so you sit really close to the person next to you. Hopefully, the kid next to me is cool.

"Andrew, you're next to Ashley." Mr. Flynn spoke, gesturing to a tall kid standing in the back. His outfit was very similar to mine, how had I not noticed him before?

Mr. Flynn cleared his throat, and this Andrew kid still didn't look up. "Andy! Did you hear me?" He shouted.

The kid looked up, looking startled. He moved at strand of his raven hair out of his face, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen in my real life. I had this feeling, this feeling I had never felt before in my life. It was all warm and tingly, and no it wasn't me getting high. It was similar to the feeling my dad had described (before he "changed") when he met my mum. This boy was special, and I knew I needed to talk to him.

"What?" He mumbled, once again hiding his face behind his hair. Dammit, I want to see those eyes of his.

The whole class began to laugh at him, mumbling names under their breath. Why do they have to be so mean? I felt anger bubble inside me, like someone was beating up a friend I had known my whole life. I immediately felt sympathy for this guy called Andy.

"I said, you'll be sitting next to Ashley. Pay attention Andrew."

He stumbled over to his seat, slumping into his chair. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I couldn't help but stare. How had I never noticed this guy?

I kind of zoned out after that, all I heard was that Mr.Flynn wants us to meet with our new partners after school to discuss this project on some shit I don't care about. It's not like I have to do the project anyway. But I intend to meet with Andy after school, but not to discuss the project. I have other ideas.

The bell rang, and Andy jumped out of his seat, attempting to scurry towards the door. Sorry Andy. I reached out, grabbing onto his hand. He stopped in his tracks, slowing turning his head around to face me. I noticed his hand starting to tremble as he bit his lip ring. Fuck, why does everyone have to be so scared of me? I mean, it's pretty cool sometimes but it sucks when some guy you really like thinks so want to kill him.

"Hey gorgeous." I smirked at him, giving his hand a light squeeze.

"W- what?"

"I'm not gonna hurt you Andy."

"You're n-not?"

"Of course not." I giggled. "I would never even think of hurting you."

His eyes widened as he started back at me with awe. I could almost see a light turn on, and his blue eyes suddenly seemed a little brighter.

"Really? Thanks, um you can probably tell, but no one usually likes me."

I lightly chucked, staring deeper into his eyes. "Well guess what, one guy likes you, a lot. And his name is Ashley Purdy."