Irresistable

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"Cool story bro! See you!"


I yelled out to my brother as I pedaled away on my bicycle like I six year old, and tossed out papers. The day went by quickly as I grew tired, plopping down on the park bench. I took out my water and drank it all in a gulp, panting as the sun went down and the stars begun to shine. My lips formed into a smile as I grabbed the handles, ready to ride before somebody grabbed my hand.

"Hello... Sir..."


His eyes darted up and down my body. This sick perverted old man began eying me up and down as I pried away my hand, until his hand met my rear end.

"Get off!"

I pushed him a way and began to pedal, but he was catching up. He wasn't running or anything, just walking. Walking like a big-shot he was. I kept looking until I made sure he was out of sight, before slamming into somebody else.


It was the same old man, this time, he bared his teeth and I saw fangs. I gripped onto the handlebars tightly, and my lips began quivering. This was a rogue vampire like I learned in class... Mother always warned me to come home at night.

He grabbed my neck and began crushing my windpipe, and I pawed at his arms, trying to make him let go. I couldn't breathe, and I was kicking and struggling, my bike falling on the pavement.

"Let her go..."


A voice called out dreamily and I almost fainted. Partly from the suffocation, and partly from... the voice. I rolled my eyes to the side and saw a boy, three years my age, and he smiled. His hair was raven blue as he held onto his sword.

He must've been a demon slayer, the way he posed and the way his demeanor proved his cockiness...

The rogue didn't budge, his grip still firm. I flinced at the pain but kept my eyes at him. He was gone in a second, and I heard an ear-splitting scream after that. I turned to look at the rogue, who now lay in a puddle of his own blood as I saw his slit neck. He dissolved into ashes, and I glanced up at the hero. I looked at the slayer, his arm ha a scratch. Blood oozed from it and he looked amused at my experssion.

"Thanks..."

I mumbled slmething incoherent and picked up my bike, positioning myself to pedal back home until it broke down, causing me to land on my backside.

"Oh God... Ouch."

There was a bruise on my back, and I winced at the pain. The boy hel his hand out and I took it, glancing up and seeing his electric blue eyes. They seemed to pierce through my soul, and I shrugged it off, a bit nervous in his presence.

"Come on... Let's take you home."

He carried me back home, a long and tiring walk it was... I inhaled a bit of his scent, his hair the smell of blueberries. I blushed at the contact of my nose touching his hair, and instead, I rested my cheek on his shoulder. I was exaushted, and I only sighed from frustration.

'Mother is going to kill me...'

I heard a chuckle from the boy and I glared at him inwardly, too tired to retort. I only mumbled something... something only he could hear, as I drifted off to sleep.

"Thank you..."
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Chapter 1, Fire Alarm!
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I woke up on my bed, fazed from the sleep I had. My eyes snapped to the open door and muddy footsteps, instantly recalling the night before. I gasped and got ready for school, wearing all my proper attire before rushing down, bidding farewell to my sister who unfortunately, had to clean up the mess.

I walked outside to see my bike, fixed and shining on the front lawn. I looked sideways, checking if he was here. I laughed and remembered that slayers couldn't be in the light, so I simply got ready and pedaled to school.
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It was crowded as we assembled in a line, and I only breathed in the fresh spring air.

I looked at my classmate, Lucas, who sat on a random bench. I hid my blush and looked away, hitting myself.

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I was in the hallway, running to class until I bumped into someone, inhaling air from the sudden contact and shock, and breathed in a familiar blueberry smell.

"You..."

I looked up and saw electric blue eyes, his eyes dancing with mirth as he looked down at me. I flushed and brushed out of his way, sitting inside class, listening to the boring lecture my history teacher gave to us about supernatural creatures.

"If you would class... Flip to page 200, chapter 5, lesson 9... In your textbooks..."

I nearly dozed off, but my eyes opened immediately as the whole class stared at me.

"Samantha, you know better..."

I blushed, and nodded my head.

"Please... Explain what a rogue vampire is."

My mind immediately snapped back to yesterday, and I clumsily repeated what I memorized in the text book for homework.

"Er... Vampires have laws... A rogue is sometimes a newborn... Um... That doesn't follow vampiric laws... They attack humans... *gulp* without considering the rules... Sometimes draining them dry... They commit crimes... *hic* that..."

"Samantha dear, you're skin is pale... Go visit the nurse, will you?"

I hiccuped again and stumbled out of the door, modding before I left. I was about to run inside the office until I saw something interesting.

My eyes darted to a group of girls huddling, whispering about something. I couldn't get my eyes off them, I was fixated on it... Without a doubt, they were gossiping about the new guy.

My heart skipped a beat and I blushed, remembering what had happened in the park. The girls giggled and disassembled, leaving me alone on the corridor. I walked inside, my eyes widening when I saw the slayer on the chair, smiling, his arm all bandaged up.

"Hello... Sam."
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I stared at the slayer as he smiled up at me, his cheeky grin and his eyes that were dancing with mirth. I sat on the sickbed and stared at the ceiling, wondering about last night. What would happen if I was gone...

"The vampire's dead."

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. It was like he could read my mind...

"Nothing."

He looked away, and grabbed a first aid set.

"Oh! The nurse left for some party they had in town... I'm left in charge. What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

He spit out all those questions and I put a hand on my head to ease the pain, but his annoying voice was... Well, annoying.


I turned my back on him and groaned, the headache getting worse. I wanted to puke as my stomach also ached, my whole body trembling.


I looked at him, and he began searching the cabinet without fully confirming of my illness. I shurgfed it off, and he returned with pills in hos hands. I grabbed them and swallowed them without water, not caring if my throat became dry.

"... Hnn..."


I turned to look at him, and he merely chuckled.

"You're interesting."

"Hmph."


I stared at the demon slayer as he grinned again and sat down in front of me.

"Hey, I didn't get a proper thanks last night."

"I said thanks already!"

"Is that how a lady acts when her knight saves her from a monster?"

I chuckled. Was he hitting on me? I stared at him closely, his electric blue eyes having a battle with my onyx ones, determined to see each other's souls.

"A kiss would be nice."

I gagged as he broke the silence. He stood up, grabbing me by the shoulders and propping me on the bed. He looked down at me, and I only sat there.

"..."

I held in a breath as he came closer, the gap between our faces closing as his lips brushed mine, causing static to run through our veins. Instead of brushing his lips again, he attacked mine, kissing me. His grip on my shoulders tightened as I tried to speak, but realized he was still kissing me. I tried to push back, but stopped as he leaned in further, his lips crushing mine is a bruising kiss. I held back at first, but weakened as I fully gave in. It was sweet and tempting, the kiss. My brain began screaming perverted thoughts, and I blushed suddenly as it became reality.

'FRENCH! FRENCH! FRENCH!!!!'


His lips formed a lopsided smile, as I melted into him.
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"I feel a lot better now."

Samantha blushed and looked down as I licked my lips, savouring the taste of her plump, pink, strawberry lips.

"... Hey... Slayer... What's your name..."

'I don't even know your name... and that was my... First kiss...'

I read her thought and frowned, and mentally slapped myself at how dense I was.

"My name's Michael..."

"Michael?"

"Yes, Samantha. Now hurry up or my fangirls will see us."

I winked at her and she blushed, walking out of the office. I sat back down on the chair, continuing to lick my lips, leisurely taking in the sweet taste of her lips. It was a mix of strawerry and vanilla, an original flavour if I say so.

I drifted off into sleep until I saw a familiar figure walk in. Her curves were extreme and she had an extremely huge chest, definitely not Samantha. This girl had a disturbing and mischievous aura as she sat beside me, her blonde loose curls covering her caked face.

"...!"

She faked a blush and gasped as her light blue eyes turned away. This girl was faking shyness, and I scoffed at her little play.

"What're you here for?"

"... You."


She was purring, and I felt disgusted in her presence.


"I'm sorry, say that again?"

She grinned now, and she straddled my hips, grabbing my shirt.

"You."

She drawled the words out and I pushed her away, accidentally touching her silicon filled boob.

"!"

She mistaked it, and grinned at me. I looked away and pushed her from her abdomen, making her fall on the floor.

"I'm taken."

That was all I said before I walked out, slamming the door in the bimbo's face.
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Ahem. The bimbo's name is Courtney. Nuff said.

 

Guess so. :3

 

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I ran back to class and stopped at the third floor, sweating and panting. My legs were shaking as I thought of Michael and I, together in the office. I suddenly blushed and took a small rest, breathing in and out.


A blonde figure walked up the staircase and glared at me, then pointed an accusing finger at my chest.

"YOU!"

I recognized that voice immediately.

"Courtney...?"

"If you hadn't kissed him, I could've gotten the chance! He's hotter than any other demon slayer I've ever met!"


I rolled my eyes and shrruged it off. But when she mentioned the kiss, I turned to her.

"How did you-"

"I saw, bitch. I saw."

She snarled at me and walked upstairs, leaving me in the dirt. I decided I was late anyways, so I sulked after her, not caring if I got dissed or not.
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Short update. I'm at school. :/

 

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I sat in class, fumbling with my fingers. I was hearing gossip and rumours about how I kissed Michael and that he was actually into Courtney. I balled my fingers into a fist, even though I wasn't one to listen to rumours. I was independent, and I sure as hell wanted to stay that way.

"... Sam!"

School was over, and I turned to my friend, Ami. She rushed over and grabbed me, giving me a death hug.

"Oh God! I rushed back from Japan immediately after I heard you got attacked by a vampire and was saved by your demon slaying boyfriend!"

I sobbed inwardly at the word boyfriend. Lucas had been my crush ever since fifth grade, and now I was in eighth. The little kiss I shared with Michael was one to show my gratitude... He was the one that seduced me. This doesn't even mean we're dating...

"He's not my boyfriend..."

Ami gasped and began laughing.

"Is my Sammie not kissable enough?"

I coughed for a moment before she stopped.

"Ahem... We did kiss. It's just that.."

"Oh."

Ami looked away and blushed, and I immediately pointed a finger at her.

"O-KAY! WHO'S THE MACHO MAN YOU MET!"

She coughed before turning to me, whispering who he was in my ear.

"His name is Kenji Watanabe..."


I glared at her before speaking again.

"The infamous demon slayer who apparently mistook a human as a demon? How quaint!"

"The human wasn't hurt! Besides, he's so..."

"Kawaii, cute, anything between the lines of that?"

She playfully slapped me and hissed before turning around childlishly.

"Psh. Just kidding! Kenji was interviewed in about three magazines, right?"

She nodded before huffing.

"He's pretty hot."


We both doubled over in giggles before I coughed.

"What did Arisu get?"

"A piece of junk."

We laughed even louder at the mention of her sister's find. She was always a goner for the guys that needed comfort.

"What's so funny?"

We both turned around. My eyes widened at the look of him, Lucas. He was hovering over us as his crimson eyes pierced into mine.

I was stammering, and I mentally slapped myself for being this stupid around him.

"We were talking about her boyfriend~!"

Ami butt in with her words, and I glared at her, my eyes sending her a message telepathically.

'Are you trying to end my chances with him?!'

She only giggled and winked at me, propping herself comfortably on the stone walls that sperated us from the forest.

Lucas, however, had a glint in his eyes. I turned to see his reaction... It resembled... Disappointment? But soon, all traces of sorrow disappeared in a milisecond and he grinned.

"Introduce me to him sometime! I'd like to meet him..."

'And pull out his limbs. One. By. One.'

The message was sent from his aura. It was dark, and clouded with jealousy. I gasped and blushed. Was he envying my pretend boyfriend?

"I- I- I don't have a... b-b-boyfriend..."

Lucas turned and smiled at me, then reached out a hand politely.

"Then would you care to go out with me? Now?"

I giggled before taking his hand and waving goodbye to Ami, who was still leaning on the stone wall. She smiled as she sat on the edge of it, blowing kisses and forming a heart shape with her fingers. I fumed inside and rememinded myself to chiildishly slap her on the cheek.

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"Here we are!"

Lucas led me to the car and pushed me in, and I couldn't help but grunt at his ungengtlemanly behaviour.

"To my favorite place in the world!"

He began to drive away extremely quick, and I only raised my hand up high. My black hair was standing straight up and I couldn't help but laugh even louder.

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We arrived at a icecream parlor, and Lucas picked me up and carried me there. I laughed even louder as I inhaled a bit of his smokey scent... Then my mind snapped back to where I first met Michael.

"...."
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You pronounce "Michael" as "Migayel". ._.

kay. Done.