so, i'm at it again. avoiding work and such to write pieces of crap like this. enjoy! (lol)
song credit to Kelly Clarkson, Can I Have A Kiss (good song, you should listen to it)
oh and speical thanks to Brooke aka Skippy for letting me use her name. srry, if you don't like it.
~Belles <3
Excuse me for this, I just want a kiss
I just wanna know what it feels like to touch
Something so pure, something I'm so sure of
What it feels like to stand outside your door
I'm unworthy, I can see you're above me
But I can be lovely given the chance
Brooke loved Halloween. It was one of her favorite holidays. There was just something magical about being allowed to dress up in whatever you want and tromp all up and down the street begging for candy. She loved the jack-o-lanterns and the many elaborate decorations that made every house you visited unique. She loved to listen to the scary stories of ghosts and werewolves. And, her favorite, vampires.
Tonight, that's exactly who she was, a vampire. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, but that was probably because she was naturally pale. Her skin as smooth silk and pale like ivory. Her lips were painted bright red and she had put on some really dark eye make up. She wore a simple black dress that stopped just below her knees and a long red velvet cape. She felt invincible.
Brooke grinned wickedly, showing her fangs, as she walked up the steps to yet another house. But not just any house, his house. She had noticed him around the neighborhood lately and he took her breath away each time she saw him.
He was just so perfect. Everything about him. The way he walked. The way he smiled. The way he cared about everybody. She had once witnessed him help an old lady across the street. That may sound corny, but it was so cute and thoughtful. Brooke was head over heels for him and he didn't even know she existed.
But that was about to change. She was going to make sure of it. On the night of Halloween when anything was possible, she was going to make him notice her.
If she ever got the courage to ring the door bell, that is.
But she didn't have to do anything. The door swung open like in one of those corny old black and white horror films. Except for instead of a creepy butler, she got a cute rock star.
Nick just stood there unsure of what to do. He messed with the curls on his head and then held out a bowl full of candy. But Brooke wasn't looking at that. She was staring at him. Her eyes glanced to his lips and then back to his eyes.
She blurted out the first thing to come to her mind, “Can I have a kiss?”
Nick searched the bowl briefly and said, “Um, I don't think I have any kisses. Would you care a Twix or maybe a pack of skittles.”
At Nick's confusion Brooke felt more confident. She stepped closer and made him put the bowl down on the table near the door. “Not that kind of kiss.” She replied looking him in the eyes.
With sudden realization Nick glanced from her eyes to her bright red lips. They stood like that for a moment. Not talking, not breathing. Just standing there close enough that if one moved slightly there lips would collide.
Don't move
I wanna remember you just like this
Don't move
It's only a breath or two between our lips
Brooke stared at Nick wanting to burn the memory of him in her brain forever. Because somewhere deep inside, she knew that this wouldn't work out. That they couldn't be together. And when that happened. When they went they're separate ways, she wanted something to hold on to. Something to bring out and think about whenever she found herself in a new place surrounded by strangers all alone, again.
Finally, after she was sure that she would never be able to forget this moment she leaned in slightly, touching her bright red lips to his.
The kiss was short and sweet, but definitely worth it. Brooke pulled back, amused at the blush that had creeped onto Nick's face.
“I'll take those skittles now.” She said sweetly as reached over Nick and grabbed a pack. She placed it into her sack that was already half full and smiled.
“Uh.” Nick said looking utterly lost.
In the logical part of her brain, Brooke knew that if she wanted to be a good person and not hurt Nick she should just walk away right now and never look back. She'd already pushed her luck by kissing him, no need to pursue him any farther. But her mouth wasn't listening to her brain, it was listening to her heart.
“I'm going to be at the big oak tree in the park tomorrow around six. In case you're wondering.” She smiled and then walked away. Happy and mad at herself all at the same time.
Before she had turned away though, she'd noticed one thing. His normal natural colored lips were now tinged red from her kiss. She'd stained him. Left her mark on him. Marred his perfect appearance.
I know why you left, I can't blame you myself
Must be hard living with ghosts and such an empty shell
I tried to warn you, I've been a mess since you've known me
I can't promise forever but I'm working on it
If I can't hold you
Can I give you a kiss?
Can I have kiss?
I see that you're torn
I've got some scars of my own
Seems I want what I know
Is gonna leave me hungry
Don't move
I need to remember you just like this
As Brooke wandered around the unfamiliar streets of Italy she reminisced about her and Nick. They were only together for a brief time, but it would be forever burned in her memory. Especially now that they were apart and it was all her fault.
She remembered waiting at the big oak tree feeling nervous. She'd never felt nervous before, but waiting for him made her that way. Although when she finally saw him walking towards her her breath became short and she was finding it hard to breath. Her nervousness got worse, not better. Nick stood a little bit away from her and she could sense he was nervous too. While walking towards him, Brooke tripped over a tree root thus ending the awkwardness of the situation. After that, they were inseparable.
If you wanted to find one, you'd find the other right by their side. During their brief time as a couple they shared many jokes, serious conversations, hugs, laughs, and kisses. Being near him made Brooke feel happy. And when they cuddled or kissed she felt like she was being drugged. His scent was irresistible and had her feeling hungry. She found if they kissed to long or if he held her a certain way, she'd feel her fangs coming out on their own will.
You heard me right, her fangs. Brooke wasn't playing dress up on Halloween, she really was a vampire. Just not they kind most people thought of when they thought of vampires. She didn't feed on humans, she fed on animals. She was allowed to be in the sunlight without anything bad happening and she didn't turn into a bat, but she could run really fast. We're talking faster than Superman times 100.
She remembered a conversation they had when they had just begun dating. Brooke had warned him that she wasn't like everyone else. That she was seriously messed up and if he wanted to be with her, she just might eventually break his heart. Nick had laughed and brushed it off. He told her he knew that she wasn't like everyone else and that's why he liked her. And he doubted that she'd ever break his heart.
And then, a year since they'd been dating, on Halloween Brooke had done something that she has still not decided whether she regrets it or not. She revealed to Nick what she really was.
Brooke remembered every single detail of that horror filled night. She'd come over to his house dressed in her normal attire. After he'd let her in and they had settled on the couch in his living room he smiled and said, “Why aren't you dressed up?”
She grinned back nervously and said, “I am dressed up, as a vampire.”
“But you look like yourself.” Nick replied confused.
“I am.” She said before flashing him her pearly white fangs. Nick jumped up and backed away from her.
“H- How'd you do that?” He asked mystified.
“I don't know how to explain it. It's part of being a vampire.” She said.
“But you can't be a-. You go out in the sun, you're nice, and I've seen you eat food. I'm pretty sure you don't turn into a bat either.”
“The sun thing and the bat thing is a myth. I eat food, but it doesn't nourish my body like it does for you, it's just like eating air. And yeah I'm nice, only certain vampires are mean.” Brooke explained with surprising calmness.
Then Nick asked the weirdest question, but the one that haunted her constantly, “Do you.... do you have a soul?”
She looked down at the floor and said, “I don't know. I'm not sure. And it scares me.” She looked up at him briefly and saw the look of pure horror on his face. “I figured you wouldn't understand. That you'd be scared of me. And I- I'm ok with it. I just... before I leave can I ask you something?”
Nick's face had become neutral, but he didn't say a word. He was probably in shock.
“Can I have a kiss?”
Nick didn't say a word just walked one step closer to her. Brooke took that as his way of saying okay and gave him a short, bittersweet kiss on the lips. This time when she walked away though, there was no invitation to see each other again.
I know why you left, I can't blame you myself
Must be hard living with ghosts in such an empty shell
I tried to warn you, I've been a mess since you've known me
I can't promise forever but I'm working on it
If I can't hold you
Can I give you a kiss? Can I?
All I have, all I can give to you I will
Just promise this
If I can't have forever
Can I have a kiss? Kiss, kiss
As Brooke walked away she felt forlorn. The kiss she had given Nick still lingered on her lips making her hungry for more. But she knew she'd never get anymore. She didn't blame Nick for not chasing after her. After all, when has the main character in a story ever chased after the vampire. Answer, never. They all ran away.
But if there was even a small possibility of ever being with Nick again, Brooke would've given up everything she had. She was willing to turn herself over to Nick, all her love and adoration. She would be his forever if he wanted.
But it seemed as though he didn't want it, and Brooke would just have to deal with that.
At least I got a year with him, she thought positively while a more negative thought sat in her mind stubbornly. The one that told her one year out of thousands, is not much. Not much at all.
No, I know why you left I can't blame you myself
Must be hard living with ghosts in such an empty shell
I tried to warn you, I've been a mess since you've known me
I can't promise forever but I'm working on it
If I can't hold you
Can I give you a kiss?
Can I give you a kiss?
Can I? Can?
Can I have a kiss?
