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[AIDEN JAMES ROBINSON.]

CAUSE I ALWAYS STAY TOO LONG. LONG ENOUGH FOR SOMETHING

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aiden didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. jamie wasn’t his girlfriend, but her going missing had torn the group apart. no one knew what was going on. the police weren’t any use; if they hadn’t found her yet, why were they still looking? it’d been months. she was gone. aiden was trying to accept that; he was having a lot of trouble, more trouble than he would admit to anyone, especially alex, but he was trying. she was gone. that was it, that was the end of it. no amount of moping around was going to bring her back. and god knew, aiden hadn’t been moping. he’d been coping in the same way he usually coped with things; by going out, partying, drinking himself into oblivion and sleeping with any girl he could get his hands on. it wasn’t the best solution, but it was the only one aiden could think of and it was a damn sight better than sitting in a police station waiting for news, or sitting at home with his mum and have her .. mother him, like a baby. she always did that, regardless of the situation. but with jamie going missing .. it was unbearable. aiden was never in the house anymore. he slept there, if he had to. he couldn’t cope.

but he wouldn’t admit that. why shouldn’t he be able to cope? he’d dealt with far worse than this. he’d spent three years of his life in and out of hospital getting chemotherapy .. losing a friend couldn’t be worse than that. but it was, of course it was. especially when that friend was jamie. she was .. something more than a friend. something more than aiden could handle. and he loved that. that was what drew him in. they were all friends, the little group, they were friends. in their odd way. but there was something about jamie that set her apart from the rest. something aiden couldn’t put his finger on, but something that drew him in anyway. he had to get a grip. jamie was with alex .. when she was around, she was with alex. his best friend. jamie was with his best friend. he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with alex by fucking with jamie. what kind of friend did that? the shit kind. then again, aiden was the shit kind of friend .. not that it mattered now. jamie was gone and she wasn’t coming back and everything was going wrong. it wasn’t as if jaimie held the group together – god knew she didn’t – but there was still an obvious hole without her there. obvious something, someone was missing. she wasn’t the glue, but she was still one of the pieces.

and it was driving aiden insane. he couldn’t be still. his mother threw him out of the house every morning – which was saying something considering she usually tried to stop him leaving, not that he took much persuading to get out anyway. the police were sick of telling him there were no new leads in the case. drinking could only make him forget so much; no matter how much alcohol he drank, there were plenty of girls around him to remind him of jamie. the way her hair fell, the way she moved, the roll of her eyes .. different things in different girls, one tiny detail and his night fell apart. and the stupid girl was missing. aiden was restless. in the time since jamie had disappeared, he guessed he’d walked around more of london than he had in his entire life before that. he couldn’t be still. it wasn’t possible. he had to be up, outside, no matter what the weather was, walking around, trying not to think. today he was in hyde park – not for the first time that week – and it was almost dinner time. there were children running around, dog walkers, old people wandering about, and young couples sitting together on the grass, near fountains, on benches. everywhere he fucking looked, happy young couples sat together with eyes for no one but each other. how he’d love to bang their fucking heads together, every single couple. every single happy person. how could anyone be happy with jamie missing? and then there was aiden. alone, walking with determination but no purpose, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans and a scowl on his face that had recently become almost permanent. he threw himself onto a park bench and pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one and beginning what looked like an afternoon of chain smoking and hating everyone in the area. nothing out of the ordinary.

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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

she'd almost given up on the hope of ever being found. almost. it had been three months. three months & six days since she'd gone missing & despite the police's statements, they hadn't been doing anything towards searching for her. they'd probably written her off as dead but were keeping up the appearance of searching for her just so that they stayed favourable in the public's eye. no one was looking for her. everyone thought she was dead. jamie had wanted this. she'd wanted everyone to just leave it so that she could get on with whatever life she had left. this way, people would move on. people would get over her & they'd just carry on, living out their days whilst jaimeson stayed exactly the same, never changing, never aging. when she was a hundred years old, she'd still look as though she were seventeen, & though this may have been something that worked in her favour, it also worked against her. all her friends would age. her friends would grow old & wrinkled & jaimeson would stay looking the way she did now. perfectly preserved with only the faintest trace of death lingering around her. it was too minute for humans to smell. only the vampires could smell another vampire.

she'd snuck out again, as she regularly did. there wasn't anything to do at the mafia apartment; no one gave a shit about her there. maybe it was a good thing. if they cared about her, they'd force her to be with them at all times, learning & being a part of plans. jaimeson had no intentions of ever working for the mafia, ever. not after this. not after the way they'd treated her. they acted as though she were their toy, something to play with when the boredom levels ran too high for even sex to fix ( jamie wasn't stupid; she knew exactly what the vampires got up to in their off-limits meeting room ). they'd kept her human for two months, drinking her blood whenever they felt the urge, laughing at her insults & just biting harder, apparently revelling in the screams & curses & promises of murder. that would have been enough to send a normal human mad, but no. not jamie. jamie wasn't mad. she was angry. she was back to being normal jamie. jamie had gotten soft since she'd become involved with alex. she'd let down her defences & he'd gotten under her skin, wormed his way into her head until almost every thought she had centered around him & his well-being. she'd fallen in love. love. the very thing jaimeson had promised herself at age twelve that she'd never do, ever. love made you weak. it gave you a weakness & once people learnt of your weak spot, they would exploit you for all you were worth. love changed people. love had changed jamie for the worse, & the treatment she'd received from the mafia in their basement had shown her that. they'd shown her that she needed to be tough, that nothing could matter to her because she was jaimeson colton. she never cared about anyone & no one cared about her. that was the way things worked. that was the way they'd always worked. she needed to be herself again. she needed to get alex out of her life so that she could do that. the only problem was that she couldn't do that.

she didn't want to lose alex. she didn't want him to leave her for some other girl. jaimeson couldn't have what she needed because she didn't want it enough. she wanted alex to love her forever. she wanted him to keep looking for her regardless of her warnings. telling him to leave her alone had probably been one of her more idiotic ideas. by contacting him, she'd let him know that she was still ( somewhat ) alive, & that there was still hope. hope that she'd come home, hope that she'd be okay, when the truth was that jaimeson was not okay. she was so far away from okay it wasn't even right to use her name & the word okay in the same sentence, unless the words 'really isn't' were also used. jaimeson would never be 'okay' again. she'd never be normal again. she was dead. stone cold dead. she didn't have a pulse & her heart didn't beat. for all intents & purposes, she was a walking, talking corpse. she could never be with alex again because he was alive & she was not. he would age & she would not. the jealousy that would spring from such a relationship would be too much to bear.

she was sitting on a park bench, staring out across the lake in front of her. nobody had paid much attention to her. she'd just been ignored, by everyone, which only confirmed jaimeson's fear that no one cared enough to look for her any more. there was a corpse hidden in the bushes behind her, hastily hidden under bushes & twigs, the body drained of blood, yet jaimeson's throat still burned. no matter how much she ate, the burn wouldn't go away. she didn't understand it; it wasn't like she had an empathetic maker who had explained everything she was going through ( if she had someone like that, jaimeson would probably have fought them constantly; she didn't like people knowing more about something than she did, especially if she were that something ) so she was just muddling through on her own. she took in a breath, & closed her eyes, before snapping them back open & turning to face the human wandering in her direction. he was still rather far away, but jamie knew that scent anywhere. cigarettes, alcohol & the sharp tang of lemon she'd never been able to place, & then overriding all that was the blood. the rarest blood around, & also the one jaimeson had taken a liking to. why did it have to be aiden? why couldn't it have been someone else? she faced the opposite direction as he moved closer, hoping to whatever god there was that she wouldn't be recognised. something inside her was screaming at her to move, but there was another part that was rooting her to her seat, making it impossible to move even the smallest muscle. he was her friend. her friend! she hadn't seen him in over .. in three months. she missed everyone more than she realised, even if she had claimed that everyone pissed her off & she couldn't stand their company for longer than ten minutes. she held her breath as he sat down on a bench a little way away from her, & chanced another glance out of the corner of her eye. he hadn't changed, except for that scowl. the one she'd caused. she almost felt bad.

almost.

but jaimeson didn't care about anyone. ever.

somehow, without even thinking about it, she found herself at the opposite end of aiden's bench, staring straight ahead at the lake & the boats & the parents with their children, & tentatively drew in a breath, fighting the urge to bite him with every part of her body. "can i have one?" she murmured, taking care to stay statue-like, hands curled into fists in her lap. she didn't turn her head, she didn't move. she did nothing.

aiden. 1197 words. outfit. credit to me. ughhh it fails.

[AIDEN JAMES ROBINSON.]

CAUSE I ALWAYS STAY TOO LONG. LONG ENOUGH FOR SOMETHING

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what was the point? there wasn't a point anymore. jamie was gone, his friends were all over the place, his mother was unbearable and his stupid sister was still working for the vampires. larissa was forced to work for the vampire mafia – doing what, he had no idea, what the fuck they needed with a little human worker was beyond him. surely anything they wanted, they would get themselves, on principle. what could they want that she could get them? maybe they just bit her and drank her blood, maybe that was what they wanted? larissa never said whenever aiden asked, she just whacked him and told him to piss off and mind his own business. usually, he just wouldn’t ask, but it bothered him that this was his fault. it was his fault they wanted her, it was his debt to pay. but the vampires had asked for the eldest daughter, for reasons aiden didn’t know, not that aiden would stand for that. as soon as he found out where the fuck this mafia actually was, he was going to go and he was going to tell them they could piss right off if they thought they could abuse his sister. it should be him. he should be the one they want. not that he wanted to work for the vampires, but rather him than larissa. he was the one that was sick, not her.

and what was it she mentioned about them taking people? not recently, but a long while ago, larissa had mentioned that the vampire mafia took people and kept them for a while, drinking their blood, until they killed them. there were plenty of unexplainable disappearances around london to know that vampires were good at taking people and not leaving any trace behind; there were no leads, no traces on jamie either. aiden couldn’t help but wonder .. but no, god no. he could barely deal with the thought of her kidnapped, dead. but the thought of her killed by a vampire? the thought of them playing with her, almost killing her, taking her blood .. it didn’t bear thinking about. so aiden didn’t think about it. she was dead and that was it. dead and gone and nobody – definitely not a vampire – could do anything about it. hopefully. aiden shook his head, angry at himself for thinking about it. she was gone. that was that. he couldn’t do anything about it. he couldn’t have stopped it, he couldn’t bring her back. it was time to get over her and move on.

so why the fuck couldn’t he?

because she meant something. no. that wasn’t it. aiden shushed his own head, mentally slapping himself. jaime was a friend. a good friend, but still a friend. and a friend dying was a sad thing. but it couldn’t be helped. everyone had a time to go. and when it was time, then it was time and you died and everyone else moved on. but aiden didn’t really believe that. his time had come and gone – he should have died three years ago when the leukaemia came back, even more aggressive than the time before. but he didn’t; fluke, miracle, luck, fate .. whichever you believed in, allowed aiden to almost cheat death from something he hadn’t let himself believe in before then. vampires. they cheated death. they had died, but they were still there. what if jaime wasn’t dead? what if .. what if she was a vampire? no. she wouldn’t be. no offence to jamie, but what vampire would turn her? no one wanted her around for eternity. come on. sure, she was a pretty face .. but she was flighty, she had bad habits that she refused to shake, she was loud and irritating and would always do the exact opposite of whatever anyone told her. and god, maybe that was why aiden loved her. because she just didn’t care. but no vampire would turn her. jamie would be stupid enough to back chat any vampire that came near her, surely they would kill her.

and it didn’t matter anyway, because jamie wasn’t with the vampires. she was dead. gone. aiden was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the girl sitting on the far end of the bench. she seemed to edge away from him when he sat down. fine by him. he didn’t want to talk to anyone. but she did talk. “can i have one?” aiden complained in his head, but didn’t say anything out loud. the girl was quiet enough, and if he gave her one then maybe she’d shut the fuck up and wouldn’t bother him. “knock yourself out, kid.” he said, pulling a cigarette out of the packet and handing it over, barely looking at the girl. he didn’t want to seem too friendly, he didn’t want her to think she could talk to him. but then something in his head clicked; that voice, the hair. his head snapped round faster than he’d have thought possible, hurting his neck, but he didn’t move. his eyes fixed on the girl and the scowl disappeared from his face to be replaced by a grin. “well fuck me all over. what’ve you been playing at, jaim?” there was no doubt it was her. no one else looked like that. no one else wore alex’s shirt, for that matter.

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she took the cigarette that was offered, placing it between her lips & pulling the lighter out of his other hand. she lit up, trying not to flinch at the sight of the flame, & placed the lighter on the seat beside her, inhaling deeply. it took her mind off the smell of aiden's blood. the smell of the cigarette was masking aiden's scent ( somewhat ) & for that, jamie was grateful. she didn't want to hurt aiden, not one bit. she didn't want to bite him. he was one of her friends. one of the few people who didn't quite send her around the bend with irritation & one of the few she could actually stand for longer than a few minutes. maybe it was his laid back attitude, or the fact that he was like her & couldn't really care less about anything, but there was something about him that jamie was drawn to, like a moth to a flame. back when she'd been .. human, he'd been the person she'd spent the most time with, bar alex. he was also the one she flirted with the most. alex was too dense to understand that jaimeson's snarky comments were heavily laced with innuendo, & apparently oblivious to aiden's equally sexually charged come backs. she tapped the ash onto the ground, instinctually moving her feet away from the hot object. it wasn't that she couldn't heal if she were hurt; it was more the fact that intense heat freaked her out these days - possibly something to do with the whole 'undead' thing she had going on.

she was pushing her luck, sitting here, next to aiden, hoping that he wouldn't notice her. it was quite obvious who she was. jamie had a certain air to her that just screamed jaimeson. it was the way she talked, the way she sat in her seat, the was her clothes seemed to be in between falling off & clinging on. jamie did it all effortlessly, because she was just being jamie. what if he figured out it was her? what if he noticed the shirt she was wearing? what if he recognised it? it was alex's, one of the only things she had left of his, considering she wasn't allowed to go home to get the rest of her things. it still smelled like him, even after three months of being kept in a dark, damp basement. she'd worn this all the time back when she was human. it was going to be obvious that she was .. her. aiden would recognise her if he just looked hard enough. jamie didn't want to be recognised. she needed to leave. she needed to get away before he said anything else. talking would give her away. just sitting there would give her away. the way she held herself just screamed jamie & that was the problem. she thought she'd wanted to be back around her friends. she thought that she'd wanted to be around them again. she'd wanted to go back to her old life. except now, it was only just sinking in how much she couldn't go back to that. she couldn't just slot back into her old place like she used to. she was dead now. she couldn't go out in the sun any more. spending the day getting drunk in the park was out of the question. taking a road trip to the beach to sunbathe was never going to happen again. nothing was the same. everyone would have to go on without her, despite how much she didn't want them to.

she knew he'd recognised her by the speed of his double take. she could hear his bones click in his neck, heard his heartbeat speed up just that little bit. he'd found jamie. he'd found his friend. of course he'd be excited, of course he'd be thrilled. jamie would have been offended had he reacted nonchalantly, if he'd acted like he didn't care. for all she claimed that she didn't want to be cared about, she really did. she was a girl; the only thing a girl ever really wanted in life was to have someone worry about her & look after her. she kept facing forwards, staring out across the lake in front of her. she was waiting for him to speak, waiting to hear his voice. she took another drag on her cigarette, fighting to ignore his oh-so-tempting scent. the downside to being a vampire was definitely the constant craving for blood. jamie found it completely disgusting yet delicious at exactly the same time. jamie didn't understand anything anymore, especially how her head worked. it was like all the things she'd hated before, she now loved, & the things she loved, she hated. jamie'd always been like that though. she'd always done the opposite of what people expected her to. for example, her mother had expected her to grow up into a responsible young woman, someone who would get married & settle down & would have children. jamie would never have done that. never. she'd always made a point of staying as far away from children as possible, & settling down with someone had never been on her agenda. alex had only been temporary; even he knew that.

“well fuck me all over. what’ve you been playing at, jaim?”

she let out a breath heavily, tapping the ash once again to the ground. this was bound to happen eventually. maybe she should just .. admit it. say it right out. like ripping off a plaster. no skirting around it. just come out with it & say it. how hard was it to admit that she was a vampire? & not only did she have to admit that, there were a multitude of other things that had changed about jamie. she didn't think the same way anymore, she wasn't the same jamie he used to know & flirt with. she'd have to tell him everything that had happened. everything, including beth & aleks & that time she slept with stephen .. & then that other time she slept with stephen .. & then again at that .. that .. blood orgy, that was the only way to describe it. just do it. just tell him. tell him that you've reverted back to your old self. tell him that you're a bitch & you fucked other people behind alex's back. tell him you want-

"i can smell your blood."

aiden. 1053 words. outfit. credit to me. ughhh i'm sorry. i didn't mean to write this much. it's jaim. she has a lot to say. :c

[AIDEN JAMES ROBINSON.]

CAUSE I ALWAYS STAY TOO LONG. LONG ENOUGH FOR SOMETHING

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aiden never planned ahead. losing jamie had shaken him up pretty bad. when he was younger, he had his entire life planned out. he was going to get a good job and find a girl and settle down and have children and die an old man with a huge family and lots of love. then he got sick. that changed his entire outlook on life. he lived for the moment, lived for each day. and that was about as far ahead as he planned. he’d left college with basic passes, had no ambition to go to university, and was pretty much living now how he expected to live the rest of his life. drunk, disorientated, pretty unable to function. typically, surviving a life threatening disease by some strange miracle causes people to re-evaluate their life and come out thinking positive and decide they want to do good things like work in africa and save lives and shit, because that’s what happened to them, their lives were saved. but not aiden. no, not aiden. he turned his life into the opposite direction. it had gone from being on the right track to falling off the track completely and crashing in a heap downhill. and jamie had just pushed him further down, further off course. not that he would tell anyone that; he didn’t want to lose alex, his best friend. especially not now, because as much as aiden wouldn’t show it, he needed the people he was close to. he needed alex, and he had needed jamie when she’d been around. he needed all of them. but he’d never admit it, not even to himself.

but jamie was here. she was back. aiden wondered for a second why she was sitting alone on a bench in the park rather than going to see her family or throwing herself at alex, but he didn’t question it. secretly, he’d rather she was with him. he was the first to find her, as far as he was aware, and he was glad of it. alex might be his best friend but that didn’t stop him loving jamie. there was just some sparkle about her .. she was too much for alex. aiden thought it a lot, but he would never say it. jamie and alex just weren’t right together. sure, they were cute and whatever. but alex was too .. nice. it didn’t work. aiden hadn’t ever understood why jamie had picked alex over him, but he didn’t let it bother him. not on the outside, anyway. on the inside, he was glad that he’d found her first. he’d got there before alex. that was something he could tell himself, at least. he had a thousand things to ask jamie, but none would make it out of his mouth, and he didn’t want to talk in case he just vomited a jumble of words. taking a drag on his cigarette gave him a second to try and find the words to say, but he didn’t need to talk; she spoke first. i can smell your blood.

aiden frowned. he looked at jamie, properly looked at her. she looked .. different. and then suddenly, it clicked. the pieces in his mind jumped and he put two and two together, and this time, he didn’t get five. he got vampire.

“what the fuck happened jaim? you’re .. you’re a vampire. a fucking leech. don’t try and tell me you’re not. what happened? don’t give me any shit,” aiden didn’t usually stumble on words, but he knew vampires. his sister worked for them, for fuck sake. he knew they were bastards. he knew what they could do to people. what they had probably done to jamie. he didn’t want to think about it. how could she just sit there calmly and practically announce to aiden she was a vampire? he moved as close to the edge of the bench as he could manage, never taking his eyes off jamie, the scowl firmly back on his face. “don’t fucking think about it. don’t touch me. does alex know?” he wasn’t going to be anyone’s meal. especially not jamie’s. a vampire he didn’t know wouldn’t be as bad as his best friend. he wasn’t about to let jamie bit him. not a chance in hell. he took a drag on his cigarette, flicking the ash on the ground. no, not a chance in hell.

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[JAIMESON KAYA COLTON.]

she couldn't help but laugh at aiden's reaction to her words. the probing, searching gaze he now pinned on her was now tinged with an accusation. with a realisation. was this how everyone was going to act? her mum, her step-dad, ami? alex, her friends, random people in the street? everyone now had a legitimate reason to be scared of her, &, for some reason, jaimeson found this hilarious. she did. she'd been a violent person as a human; fighting anyone who offered, often walking away victorious, but now, she was unbeatable. now she couldn't lose. she closed her eyes and leant her head back, facing the sky, cigarette dangling half-forgotten in her right hand. she couldn't stop herself. she couldn't. she was surprised it had taken him so long to pick up on what she'd meant. his sister worked for the mafia; jamie'd seen her around. she'd never said anything to her - she'd just stared, & stayed silent. that was the only way she knew how to annoy the vampires; silence. if you were silent, you could defy them. she calmed down, pulling the cigarette to her lips yet again & flicked the stub away, blowing out the smoke through her nose ( a skill she'd always been ridiculously proud of ).

“what the fuck happened jaim? you’re .. you’re a vampire. a fucking leech. don’t try and tell me you’re not. what happened? don’t give me any shit,”

she looked at aiden out of the corner of her eye, watching his expression, trying to determine how much she could tell him & how much she'd have to keep a secret. she couldn't tell him everything. she shouldn't even be here. any minute now, beth, or even stephen, would find her & would take her back to the apartment building; they'd probably bring aiden too, & once they realised that he meant something to jamie, they'd probably make him her meal. not .. that jamie would mind. the scent of his blood was driving her crazy; it was taking every ounce of her willpower to stay where she was & not to sink her fangs into his neck. she'd just have much rathered it had been someone else. someone she didn't know. someone who wouldn't be missed. someone whom she could just kill & be done with. but she couldn't do that with aiden. she couldn't. he was her friend. he was more than just her friend. he was something unspoken. something different. there'd always been something more than just friendship between the two but neither had acted upon it - something which was very out of character for jamie. when she wanted something - or someone - she usually reached out & grabbed it. it didn't matter what. perfect example; she'd wanted alex, she'd taken him. she just hadn't banked on him making it a somewhat permanent thing.

she took a breath ( & immediately curled her hands into fists ) & turned to face aiden, staring at him with - now black - eyes. "i was .. kidnapped. they took me. kept me for two months then killed me. i'm not even a month old." she murmured, eyes running over every inch of his face, memorising every detail. she didn't know when she'd be able to see him again. she wanted to make sure she wouldn't forget him. "i just admitted what i was; why would i be denying it?" she raised an eyebrow. she never usually spoke this much, or maybe it was the three months of barely speaking at all that had lowered how much she spoke to people. for three months, she'd been locked in a basement on her own. even the sanest person in the world would forget how they used to communicate with others. her eyes had wandered; were now travelling down his chest slowly, focusing on his plain, simple shirt. that was how things were with aiden. how they should be. simple. jamie? jamie was just complicated. she made things difficult. that was how it had always been. she wouldn't change for anyone. not even for her captors. being difficult just annoyed them, & jaimeson was always looking for new ways to annoy the vampires. her eyes snapped back up to his as he moved, scooching several inches towards his left to put as much space between the two of them as possible. she didn't like him scowling.

“don’t fucking think about it. don’t touch me. does alex know?”

she raised an eyebrow, & fought to control the smirk that was threatening to break free. this was aiden. freaking him out shouldn't be allowed. but she wanted to, so badly. she wasn't sure she could keep still a moment longer. the smirk won, & plastered itself across jamie's face. her fangs, thankfully, remained hidden. then, she moved, so fast that he wouldn't realise it. she moved so that she was behind him, & whispered into his ear. "aiden, what could you do to stop me?" she smirked, fangs snapping out in an instant. she never got to do this; stalking live humans. though she wouldn't call this stalking. freaking out, maybe.

aiden. 846 words. outfit. credit to me. ahahahahaa.