A vampire/ were wolf fan fic including PANIC At The Disco, Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance :D
I opened my eyes ever so slowly as I felt a scent wash over me. I glanced out into the forest, trying to make out the scent. I then realized it was snow as it began to slowly fall from the sky. The snow began to pick up it’s pace as my heartbeat slowed. I looked down at my hands. Within them, I held a bottle of pills. And now, they were starting to work their magic. I sighed as I let the snow fall onto my face, mixing in with my tears as they melted against my pale skin. My oceanic eyes dulled as I stared off into the sky, beginning to close my eyes. My black eyeliner ran down my face with the salt-water and snow as the wind began to pick up, blowing my short, chestnut brown hair with it. Normal people would take this moment as a bad day, with the wind and snow. But I found it to be a perfect day to die on. Peaceful. Silent. Lonely. Cold. Still. Like my heart. I felt my consciousness slipping as my body began to crash to the ground, dropping the bottle. I wouldn’t feel any pain as my life disappeared from my grasp, and it brought on a smile, which spread against my face softly. With my last bit of strength I whispered one phrase into the wind.
“You can’t fire me, god. I quit.” I hissed. I suddenly felt my mind slip into darkness. The next few moments remain a blur, but I do remember waking for a moment. Just a moment was all I needed to look up and gaze into a pair of puppy-dog like brown eyes… I didn’t know anyone with brown eyes… Who was this? And why did he save me? I gritted my teeth, clinging onto his shirt.
“St-stop” I whispered, a cloud of warm air floating up into the sky as the words escaped my mouth. The figure shook his head as I began to loose consciousness yet again.
When I awoke from my death-like sleep, I was shocked. I hadn’t died. I examined my body, seeing if they had to amputate anything or if there were any signs of actually having to die. Nothing. Just as I felt like I was about to throw a temper-tantrum, the doctor walked into the room, shaking his head at me. I glared at him, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
“What do you want?” I snarled. He sighed, running a hand through his thick black hair. Normally, with his thin, lanky body and features that looked as if they were chiselled out of stone, most girls would be drooling by now. But he wasn’t my type.
“Taylor Vandenberg, you tried to kill yourself.” He stated. No shit doc. No. It was an accident. With that big brain, its no wonder you got this job or even graduated for that matter. I nodded.
“ It’s Taya and yeah. I know.” I said softly. He sighed again.
“I didn’t tell your parents. I figured it would make them happier if they didn’t know.” He explained. I saw a glint of fake in his eyes. I laughed.
“You figured? Or was it someone else who suggested it?” I asked. He grinned slightly, making sure to not show his teeth. I found this strange, but simply pushed the thought aside. Suddenly a boy about my age walked in. Now that I thought about it, the doc also looked about my age. Which was strange because I was pretty sure he was a lot older than me if he was a doctor. He turned to the boy and grinned bitterly. The boy looked back as a look of hatred crossed his soft brown eyes. He shook some of his emo-cut, light brown hair out of the way of his painted eye as he adjusted his hoody.
“Hello, Mr. Ross,” He turned to face me, switching focus. “ You see, Miss. Vandenberg, this is the man who saved you.”
This ‘Mr. Ross’ character… he was the one to blame for the fact I was still alive. He smiled shyly. I simply glared and turned away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him begin to growl, like some sort of animal. The doc put one hand against his chest as he glared back at ‘Mr. Ross’.
“Miss Vandenberg. You should be thanking him.” The doc stated. I turned and glared at both of them.
“No I shouldn’t! He took away my one form of freedom from this world. If he had left me I would have been fine. I would finally be able to rest in peace! Instead I’m stuck in this stupid body, trapped in a life I would never want! Now doc. Tell me how I’m supposed to thank this man when I hate his guts for what he did to me?!” I shouted. I was expecting the doc to speak up but to my surprise, it was ‘Ross’ who spoke.
“What I did to you? I gave you a chance to live again, you stupid girl! I saved you so that you would be able to go on to do everything that you’d want to!” He shouted angrily. I leapt out of bed, not caring about my hair, which was now a mess.
“I’ve already done everything I want to. And that’s nothing. I don’t have anything to live for anymore. So entertain me, Mr. Ross. What exactly is the point of living when you have nothing to live for?” I said, my voice low. He froze for a moment, and then glared.
“To find the one thing you live for.” He growled. I glared at him.
“As if I’ll ever find that. Well, this has been fun, but I’m off. I have to go ‘find the thing I’ll live for’. Which at the moment seems to be my English homework.” I snarled, walking past. Ross walked after me, but the doc remained where he was. Ross grabbed my wrist.
“Look, you. Don’t act like that, got it? Life isn’t some game you can play with.” He stated. I grinned darkly.
“Watch me play, Mr. Ross. Just watch me as you sit on the sidelines with all of the other grey watchers whilst I’m standing there in colour, free of all worries that I had to live with before. Just watch!” I said, and then attempted to tear away. Ross wouldn’t let go for a few moments. I was about to ask what he wanted to say, when he spoke.
“I’m not grey.” He stated, and then very slowly let go of my hand, still locking eyes with me intently. I attempted to read his eyes, but they remained unreadable. I shook my head and pulled away as I turned my head, trying to erase the look he gave me out of my mind. It was a mix of anger, sorrow and… pity. But he couldn’t possibly pity me. There was nothing to pity. I entered my house silently as I began failing at erasing the look. My mom was instantly by my side.
“Where were you?” She asked. I sighed.
“Slept over at a friends house. Sorry. I was out and didn’t want to wake you.” I explained, lying through my teeth. My mom nodded.
“Ok, got it. Just try not to let it happen again.” She said. I smiled calmly and nodded.
“Got it. I’m going up to my room to write.” I stated. My mom nodded and I left her at the bottom of the stairs. There was no way I was going to worry her with the details about how I attempted suicide. I couldn’t live with myself if she found out… well I guess I couldn’t live with my self even if she didn’t find out… regardless that one step would simply drive me further to the edge. Instead of going onto the computer to write I flopped down onto the bed, my mini-frozen oceans (as someone had stated them as once) staring at the ceiling, my mind fading away into a black nothingness. Just as I had thought what ever might exist out there cut me some slack, my mind was teleported to a soft world. It was just I standing in a field of flowers as a purple sky flew over me. The delicate paper flowers blew franticly and erratically in the wind that whispered in my ears as it flew past. I suddenly felt a blast of warm air on my neck. I turned slowly to face the figure now behind me. All I saw standing behind me was a group of shadows. The one closest to me, and now holding my wrist had soft brown eyes. His expression turned into that of anger as his mouth opened to reveal a pair of fangs. I pulled away; this time my hand slipping through his smog-like grasp and took off, suddenly leaping off a cliff and plunging into the water, the waves swallowing me whole. I looked around. The night began to give way as the smog figures began to follow, turning into real figures, taking on human like shapes. I began to look around, but felt something in my pocket. I reached over and saw a slip of paper, unharmed by the water. I wanted to read it, but at first my mind wasn’t letting me. Suddenly, taking control of my own mind, I gazed at the paper. It was another language. One I couldn’t read, yet I still attempted to. This was suddenly becoming a lucid dream, and I wasn’t about to give up on this. Suddenly the lettering transformed itself into English. The once illegible letters now became readable.
You make your own ending
I nodded to myself, determined. It hit me once again. A lucid dream meant that I was in control of what was going to happen next. I knew how to escape now. I closed my eyes as I heard the splashing behind me of the smog-humans colliding with the waves, in pursuit of me. I felt a pair of wings emerge from my back as I shot out from the water’s death-grip, droplets of water spraying from me. I grinned as I flew off, now knowing that I was safe. Just as I was almost back to my place in which I started, I felt something grab me. I spun around to find myself staring into a gaping hole, surrounded by white teeth. I couldn’t even scream from the amount of terror I was in. I suddenly felt my eyes jolt open as I stared at the ceiling, panting. I felt a jolt of pain from my leg. I looked down and realized I was on the floor, and my mirror was smashed into my leg. My mom burst in as I muttered, “Shit”.
“Honey! Are you okay?” She gasped, rushing over. I pushed the mirror into the wall, staring at my wounds. About five, large shards of glass were now protruding from my leg, along with multiple smaller shards. My mom gasped again.
“I’ll call an ambulance!” She exclaimed, dashing back out. I sighed, pulling out one of the smaller shards of glass. A familiar line from a song shoved its way into my mind as I gazed into the blood stained reflective object in my hand.
“Too small to matter… but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces…” I whispered to my self as the siren began to become audible to my ears… I grimaced as I saw the doc. He stared at me and sighed.
“You’re so accident prone. Come on, girl,” He muttered pulling me onto the stretcher he and the others had pulled out. They carried me down the stairs and into the ambulance. Laying me down on the table, the doctor glared and huffed.
“Was it an accident or another suicide attempt?” He snarled. I shook my head.
“I fell out of bed from a nightmare,” I explained. The doc shook his head.
“Surely kids your age don’t still have nightmares, do they?” he asked. I nodded, and then eyed him strangely.
“You mean Mr. Ross never has any nightmares?” I asked. The doc burst out laughing.
“How am I supposed to know? Our cl- our families hate each other,” He said, smiling a bit. From the corner of his mouth, I could spot a glimmering fang. My dream. I stared at him widely as I gazed down at my leg. No blood was running down from it, because all of the wounds were covered by glass. I looked back up at the doc.
“Who’s working on me? Are you?” I asked. The doc shook his head.
“I just check up on you when you’re done and make sure you don’t run out before your time at the hospital is up. The doctor who will be working on you is much more advanced,” He stated.
“Why cant you work on me?” I asked curiously. The doc shook his head.
“I don’t like blood,” he stated. I narrowed my eyes.
“Why don’t you like blood?” I asked. He shook his head again.
“I just don’t”
“Oh come on, there has to be one reason.
“Then why are you afraid of it?”
“I’m not afraid.”
“Then what is it that compels you from it?”
“NOTHING, OKAY?!” He shouted. I stared at him, shocked for a moment. I had seen his teeth full on and watched his pupils narrow until they were slits. Calming down almost instantly, I wondered if the morphine he was pumping into me was making me hallucinate. I sat in silence next to him as we went on, not a word being uttered back or forth. Suddenly I spoke.
“So. What’s your name doc?” I asked. The doc laughed.
“You can call me Doctor Wentz.” He stated calmly, looking at my leg as his brown eyes glistened. He seemed almost relieved and I wondered if it was because it was not yet bleeding. The car suddenly stopped as we arrived in the hospital. I was immediately rushed to the emergency room. A new doctor came, and I assumed this to be my surgeon. He smiled softly as he held my hand.
“Taylor, I’m Doctor Way, and I’ll be your doctor today, okay?” He asked. I nodded as he lifted his mask up above his face. His sharp, green eyes seemed to smile. He placed me onto the bed, as if I weighed nothing and began pulling the glass out carefully. I screamed in pain. Tears streamed down my face as I felt the sharp objects tear from my flesh. The loud noise seemed to hurt Doctor Way’s ears, but he simply carried on, wincing every now and then. I had eventually run out of energy for screaming and resorted to biting my lip until it bled. Once it was over, I was left panting on the table. Doctor Way held my hand gently and stared into my eyes, his own green spheres glistening with worry.
“Hey. It’s all over now, ok?” He said softly. I nodded. Doctor Way smiled softly and helped me up. I now looked like a patchwork doll with my legs being stitched up. I stumbled as I stood up, gripping the slippery table for support. Unfortunately I slipped. Rather than fall on my ass or even have doctor Way catch me, another figure caught me in their arms. I looked up to see a pair of hazel eyes staring down at me, framed by black hair. A scorpion tattoo was wrapped around his ear and a few piercing stuck out from his skin. He smiled softly as he chuckled.
“Careful there.” He said, grinning slightly, just enough so that I could see his dog-like fangs. I stared at them in wonder as he helped me back up.
“Um… I’m Frank Iero. You can call me Frankie though. I’m one of Gerard’s friends.” He stated. I turned to doctor Way and raised an eyebrow. He nodded. I turned back to Frankie and nodded.
“Ok, then. I’m Taylor. But you can call me Taya.” I said, smiling, attempting to imitate the way Frankie had smiled at me. He simply laughed with Gerard and sat me down in a wheel chair.
“Gerard, if it’s okay, I’d like to escort Taya to her room. It’s better than that blood sucker coming to get her.” Frankie stated. I looked between Frankie and Gerard curiously.
“Blood sucker?” I asked. Frankie grinned.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry.” He said calmly. I just sat there in thought, trying to comprehend why everyone was keeping something from me. Gerard and Frankie helped me into a wheel chair as their voices became a blur. Instead, I heard different voices around me talking in strange accents. Why was English becoming foreign to me now? I suddenly arrived in my room. Frankie lifted me up and placed me on the bed. Before he left, he leaned in towards my face.
“Hey. Watch out for Ross and Wentz, got it?” He asked. I nodded, unsure of what to say. He smiled calmly and pulled away, ruffling my hair, “ Good girl”.
Frankie waved and left the room. I was left alone in the darkness. I grinned bitterly as I gazed down at my leg, then out the window. A rag doll trapped in a cage. How fitting. My eyes began to close again as I began to drift off into a deep sleep. In my dreams, all I saw were books. Great. More school. All of the books were in the same language as the slip of paper. I could hear myself muttering words from the outer world, yet I didn’t wake up. Or even start to for that matter. Something told me to stay asleep. I bit my lip as some of the things I deciphered became sick and twisted. My eyes suddenly jolted open as I leaned over into the garbage can conveniently beside my bed and vomited into it. I wiped the remaining puke off of my mouth as I looked up weakly. Mr. Ross stood at the door, his eyes wide. Just as I was about to say something, he was at my side. I blinked. Either I was slow saying something or he was freakishly fast. He held my head in his hands gently, examining my eyes, trying to see through me. I stared back, unsure of what to do in this situation. He let go, his eyes softening. He sat down on the bed quietly, not saying a word. I stared at him, curious as to what he was doing in my room. He turned to look at me, still not saying anything. His eyes looked livelier than they had earlier today, but one thing troubled me. They looked the same way as Dr. Wentz’s had when he shouted at me. Mr. Ross finally opened his mouth.
“I’m Ryan, by the way.” He stated. I looked at him. He sighed, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you probably don’t care bu-” he started, but I interrupted him.
“No it was just that I wasn’t expecting you to speak.” I explained. Ryan grinned slightly.
“Yeah, I have a tendency not to speak very much and when I do, poison darts shoot out of my mouth.” He joked. I looked at him and laughed slightly. This caused him to smile even more, this time letting the moonlight shine off one of his eye teeth. It was longer and looked as if it were more like a fang. I stared at him as he stared back. He sighed flopping down on the bed.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you never noticed me at school. You’re always so deep into your own world and I’m hardly ever there.” He said calmly. I looked at him, a questioning look crossing my eyes.
“You go to Seaquam?” I asked. Ryan nodded.
“Yeah. I’ve gone since the middle of grade eight. I went to pinewood for a few years. Every time entering a new school, I’ve used a different name though. Seaquam was my first time using my real name.” He explained. I shook my head.
“I’m sorry I’ve never noticed you before.” I commented, apologetically. Ryan looked over at me and smiled calmly, his features being outlined in the darkness.
“No worries. But I do have to say I noticed you a fair bit. Enough so that I knew to follow you that night.” He said looking back up at the ceiling. My face fell slightly.
“Oh… you were watching me?” I asked. Ryan nodded.
“Not in a stalker way… someone you knew once had asked me to. So I kept my eye on you to protect you from getting yourself into… harm’s way. Turns out you were more harm to yourself than I thought.” he said calmly. I was about to retort when in one swift movement he was up by my face, staring into my eyes.
“Don’t die, got it? There would people who would kill to be like you.” Ryan said softly. I looked up at him curiously. He smiled softly, his lips not parting. He placed one hand on my head as I laid back down. Ryan stood back up and gazed back at me. I stared over at him curiously.
“You have more potential than you realize.” He said, his eyes dulling slightly. He placed his hands in his pockets and began walking out gracefully. It looked almost as if he were a dancer, just floating across the floor. My eyes began to close as he turned around, staring at me. I softly fell into a deep sleep. I suddenly felt something by my neck. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw a dark figure, only this wasn’t Ryan. It was taller and more filled out. How ever the curtains had been pulled shut and all he was, was a silhouette against the light shining through the cotton-weaved curtains. I gasped as I saw a hole lined with razor sharp teeth inching towards my neck. I leapt back and the figure let out a low hiss. I felt my head spin, then suddenly come back as I held my hand up.
“Stop!” I shouted, then felt my leg begin to give way. I fell to the ground, hitting my head. I began freaking out. This was it for me. No more. I closed my eyes as I heard the footsteps get closer and closer to me and my heart quickened to a rapid pace. I bit my lip in preparation for the feeling of the fangs piercing my flesh and let out my blood into a flowing river.