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        The morning's mist fogs up my window with its dim cloud light peeking through the dark curtains. Nothing but birds chirping, and leaves rustling with the outside breeze was heard, aside from the occasional laughter of teenagers making their way to school. I had the pleasure of listening to such bliss every morning for years and years. And with each shout from the youngsters outside, or the ear piercing squawk from the rooster across the street, all I could say for it all is...It really kills my fucking vibe.

        It's not like I don't enjoy the birds in the morning, but a bloody rooster? Even without my intense hearing, I can still hear the damn bastard over the heavy metal rock blaring through my earbuds. Don't even get me started on those teenage assholes. I mean, I myself am a teenage asshole (sort of), but at least I wait to tell "Britney" about "Cindy's" snog session with "Mr. Hot-Stuff" from next door. Come on people, it's seven in the fucking morning, yeah?! I may not be able to sleep like a normal human being, but show some respect for the ones who can! Christ!

         Anyways, I'm getting off topic. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is- "Ryan James Pierce! Get ya lazy ass down here now!" - Yeah, that would be me...Ryan Pierce, local shithead of the UK.

         A loud band on my bedroom door makes me grumble and cover my head with a pillow in dread. "Ryan! You did not earn the right to sleep in this morning!" The voice from behind the door shouted.

        The person behind it then began fumbling with the doorknob. This time I only prayed that he realized it's unlocked instead of bursting through it like last week. I stay laying in bed with that thought while staring at the back of my eyelids. There I would contemplate if I should kill myself now before my hangover does, or if I should let my idiot brother do the job for me. Decisions, decisions. I ponder at thoughts like these every morning.

        That of course if the life that I call mine. A cynical-asshole-teenage-vampire. Number one slacker and bloodsucker of the year. (A little harsh, yeah? But it's true!)

        The knocking on my door only grows louder. Not a second later does my bulldozer of a brother come crashing through. Wood chips fly from the now broken door frame. My head peeks out from under the pillow, checking the damage.

       "Huh...Perhaps I did lock it..." I mutter beneath my breath.

       "Oi! Lazy ass!" My brother pointed at me, after stumbling forward. "Get up before next year and take out the trash, yeah? Your puke is all over the shit, and I've been tellin' ya to clean it since Tuesday!" He shouts at me.

      "Is it not Tuesday today?" I grumble sleepily, and pull the blanket over my head to block out the yelling.

        Sadly, he yanks the covers off completely and continues to yell as I'm left there to shiver from the cold.

        "It's Friday, Ryan!" He hollers. "Get ya crap together and take out the bloody trash! And while you're at it, throw ya-self out as well!"

       "Piss off!" I say, tossing an empty can at him.

        He of course dodges, and shakes his head.

        "Whatever, princess. Get up and clean this mess up too. I told ya about lockin' ya door. Now ya can't wank in private anymore," he chuckled.

        "Oh fuck off, Jeremy!" I shout back, throwing my pillow at his head. "Eat my vomit, ya big hairy twat!"

        Did I mention I'm a bit of a potty mouth? Right. That's just one of the many charming aspects about me. Ryan J. Pierce, total jackass meets prince charming.

        "Get up and wash ya mouth out with soap! You have five minutes to finish these chores or I'll feed you to the wolves, got it?" Jeremy demanded.

       "Whatever, Jeremy" I grumble, turning over to my side, away from him.

        Then with a sudden gust of wind, my curtains were pulled open, allowing the light from the outside to shine down directly in my face. I groaned, blocking the rays with my hand. My brother snickered, blurring back to the doorway.

       "Five minutes, little brother. And quit callin' me Jeremy, it's Jay," he reminded before disappearing down the hall. Not of course before I had the chance to flip him off. I can still hear his laughter from down stairs.

       "Fucker," I mumbled as I shifted in my bed to sit up.

        With a stretch and a deep yawn, I dragged myself out of bed reluctantly. Then, making my way to the bathroom, I stripped from my boxer shorts and tank top before stepping into the shower. The cold water gave me a shock as it suddenly came raining down over my head. Gradually it got warmer, but that didn't stop me from screaming like a bitch until it did so. (At least I'm awake now, right?)

        After my shower, I step out onto the freezing arctic of my bathroom floor, and shuffled back to my room with warm, fuzzy carpets. There, with a towel wrapped around my waist, after drying the rest of my body off, I head to my closet to pick out my outfit for the day.

       A simple pair of torn black skinny jeans, (which really were just like any other normal trousers without the word "skinny" in it to my twig ass), tucked loosely into my usual shoe of choice (black Doc Martens platform boots). For a shirt, my choice was a classic Guns 'N' Roses top, (that was cut into somewhat of a crop-top). And because it was sleeveless, and my mighty noodle biceps would put all bodybuilders to shame, over it was a simple red flannel, followed by my signature black leather jacket. For accessories was a plain black choker around my neck, another necklace with a cross (because Jesus loves me), some rings and a couple of bracelets. (Basic white grunge chicks are "quaking" at my get ready with me).

       I finish up getting ready by smudging on a perfect, light layer of black liner around my piercing green-blue eyes. Then proceed to blowdry and brush my soft, silky dark brown hair.

      "Damn, Ryan Pierce...You are one handsome devil," I smirk at my reflection in the mirror (which, yes, I can see myself in, thank you).

       After blowing myself a quick kiss, I head off downstairs where I am greeted with a blinding sight. There sitting on the couch, was my brother sucking faces with my best friend.

        "Awe, disgustin'!" I fake gag as I shield my precious eyes.

        Quickly the two pulled away from each other. Skyler looks to me and giggles, as Jay rolls his eyes and flips me off. I also flip him one right back and snicker.

        "You take out the trash yet?" He asked, to which I replied with a chirpy, song-like tone.

        "No," I grin and toss a puke, covered rag at his head.

        "Fucker!" He shouted as Skyler screamed.

        "Ryan! Gross!" She cried.

        I laughed and hurried out the door to throw the trash. My laughter died down slowly as I noticed the usual crazy cat lady across the street, staring at me. She, like any other crazy elderly person in my town, had her suspicions about my little secret. I made eye contact with her and smiled.

       "Good mornin' Mrs. Hallsing, quite a lovely day to be human, yeah?" I greeted with a sarcastically polite wave.

        The old woman continued to scowl as she stroked her cat.

        "New neighbors are moving in. Nice family it seems. Married couple with their four kids.  Three girls and a boy. Handsome young man...One might instantly notice if he, or any of them were to go missing..." She said as her eyes silently warned me to leave them be.

        I smirked, knowing what she had meant in mentioning the "handsome young man". But to my current awareness of what goes on in town, there was no new family moving in. In fact, neither house beside my own had any for sale sign up in the last month. No had there been moving vans anywhere near my house, not even now.

        I chuckled at the crazy old hag.

        "Yeah, I'm sure there is. Bet he's a real "snack" for sure." I grinned, using today's modern slang to my witty advantage.

        "Be warned, this one might not be all that he seems either," she spoke.

        To that I raised a brow, but rolled my eyes as she continued to pet her cat and meow to it quietly. "Crazy bitch," I shook my head, and turned to head back inside. But not before I took one last glance at the vacant lot beside me, then back to the lady who had went back to giving me the stink eye. I shrugged my shoulders, getting chills from her creepiness and went back inside, where I finished my morning chores. What a fuckin' bore. Though it didn't take me long to do so, the minutes seemed to add up as Jay continued to nag me about something else. That I when I would ignore his scolding and head out for a walk in town for some fresh air, and possibly some fresh meat. But little to my knowledge of things such as "fate" or "destiny", I would be met with a life-changing encounter when I returned, that would leave me questioning the difference between my immortal laws, and the difference between wrong and right.   

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There are no words for how much fun I had revisiting this story. I fell in love with this character all over again, and the feeling of nostalgia is amazing. I've been holding onto this little piece for quite some time, but after some consideration, decided to go ahead and share it with you all. I wrote this story back in 2013, there I was only about 13 or 14? Needless to say I was a gay little emo boy who was seriously into vampires. Now at 19, and looking back at this story I think...Damn...This is some hardcore edge lord shit...Like hardcore. Haha! Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoyed this little chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it and revisiting the mind of the glorious, loud-mouth Ryan Pierce. I'm not sure if or when I'll be putting out more chapters to the reboot, considering I still have Sickest Addictions to finish and shit ton of other deadlines to follow through with, but I will keep this as a little side project for fun. Thank you all so much for your love and support. Feel free to drop a comment on your thoughts or message me questions. I love hearing from you guys. Thanks and I'll see you soon. - Mr. White

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