Diary Of A Vampeen Part 19

I heard my dad begin to gasp. Before he exhaled entirely my body was maneuvered, situated in front of him observing his vital signs.

"What's wrong?!" I yelled in fear still scrutinizing his color, the pumping of blood pulsed within the vital vein in his neck. But he didn't say anything, his mouth hung ajar as his eyes stared in astonishment at me. "Mom, what's wrong?!"

"Nothing sweetie. You're dad, as all of us are, is surprised by your appearance. You're still Lexi, beautiful before, but, well, gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe you now. You're far better than we imagined, breathtaking," she answered with the same glossy-eyed look as my father.

I turned to Kellan who was standing at the foot of my bed with his parents. His eyes appeared the same. The emerald green of his eyes were mesmerizing with my enhanced vision. They hold varying striations of a gra.s.sy green, emerald green, light brown, and lines of gold with a few specks of blue surprisingly mixed in. The outer rim of color is a muted hazel instead of the black or brown I a.s.sumed. They gave the impression of having a shiny clear coating over them that is reflecting a mirror image of my crystal chandelier overhead.

I became lost in his eyes. Their beauty exceeded any human visions I'd happened in my life. No rainbow, no ocean sunset, no field of colorful daisies compared to what I saw in him now.

Nothing compared to the way I felt. Energy I had a supply beyond necessary performance levels. I was ready to run across the entire nation without shedding a single bead of sweat. The scent that encompa.s.sed my room was of flowers, cologne and a lingering morsel of my shampoo. Occasionally I would catch a dusty draft from the A/C vent.

The sounds of nature, life and the living surrounded me. From the neighbor's occasional snore to the other neighbor's backyard water fountain, I heard the near and distanced items distinctly. And my eyes, everything was so bright. I felt like I peered through a frosted gla.s.s for sixteen years.

I looked at everyone around me observing the tiny details I missed with my human eyes. Even 20/20 is flawed greatly in comparison. As I was watching each of them, they were equally concentrated on me. I must be drastically different physically; why else would they silently gawk over me...

As if I said it aloud my aunt interjected, "Let's stop gawking at Lexi and give her some s.p.a.ce. Open your gift and then we'll give you some time alone."

I smiled and lifted the cardboard box with a smooth white overlay. I pushed the tissue paper aside to reveal a navy blue velour Juicy Couture crystal embellished jacket. "It's gorgeous Aunt Claire," I gasped holding up the hooded masterpiece. "And small," I noted aloud.

"There are matching pants and a white tank to wear beneath," she advised with a smile emulating mine.

"I love it! Thank you so much! I know you must have spent a fortune!" I exclaimed. Without thinking first I was on my feet hugging her.

"Umm, Lexi... sweetie," my mother called.

"Yea Mom?"

"Your pants," she stated pointing at the sunken material sliding effortlessly past my hips.

"Sorry! Umm... I guess I need that minute now," I bit my bottom lip as I spoke the line. How awkward! I'd only been up for seven minutes and I'd mooned everyone twice.

"Make sure you look in the mirror!" my aunt smirked exiting the room with a smug look plastered on her.

"Love you sweetie," my mom kissed my forehead at the same time as my dad before leaving hand in hand with him.

"You're perfect Lexi," Beth complimented giving me a gentle hug on her way out. Al pa.s.sed by and winked prior to following his wife.

"Thanks," I replied.

I turned back to Kellan. He was still in the same spot, his face locked in the exact expression he'd held minutes ago. His lips, full and pout, were shaping a small exasperated 'o.' His features were perfect even with my detailed magnification. His pores were sized evenly; his skin had not one blemish, until I noticed one small faint freckle on his left cheek approximately two millimeters from the bridge of his nose. His dimple indented ever so slightly setting in a light honey complexion amidst the light tan of him.

"Kellan," I spoke, unsure of what to say or how to react in this moment.

I heard my family downstairs. My dad was speechless over my looks, my aunt gushing about me inheriting her figure, and Al saying to look out for Kellan to make a move. I needed to look in a mirror with all this fuss.

I closed the door, holding my pants up in case and came to stand beside him. "Kellan?" He just stared at me with a dumbfounded gaze. "Do I look that bad?" I asked wrinkling my forehead as doubt seeped in.

"No," he whispered. He quietly swallowed, almost in a gulping, nervous way.

I heard whispered steps up the stairs and a bag rustling along the way getting closer. I opened my door just as my mother handed me a Victoria Secret bag. I peered in to see cute panties and a bra.

"You're a lifesaver; I didn't even remember those." She just smiled coyly and zipped downstairs in less than three seconds.

I turned back to Kellan, still statuesque in the position I left him. "Girl stuff," I announced holding up the bag to show him. He did nothing to acknowledge my gesture though.

Feeling frustrated, I grab the box from my bed and walked towards the bathroom just as Kellan snapped out of his trance. "Lexi."

For the first time I felt the carpet fibers twisted beneath by socks as I rotated back to him. "Yea?"

"I felt it," he stated. "I felt it, I felt you; ... your soul, the energy. Intense concentrated force," he stumbled to blend his thoughts into cohesive words and sentences.

"I know," I whispered. "I heard you."

"I've never felt something, anything so powerful in my life. It's as if creation manifested the earth between our souls," he explained.

"I know," I said softly as our eyes locked on each other. Looking in, I saw beyond his exterior to, as cliche as it sounds, to my destiny; to a love so intense I couldn't look away. It radiated, permeated our energy fields.

Kellan closed the gap between us in one swift movement, never breaking concentration. He extended his hand in slow motion towards my cheek, all visible in my peripheral vision. The second our skin touched, the graze of his inner hand along my cheek down to my jaw released a tingling, magnetic sensation drawing me to lean into him. Chills ran down my spine as my heart skipped a few beats; a smile lifted my heart to a novel experience I'd never known or imagined. His teeth glistened a pure white as his skin took on the subtle honey glow I noticed in his dimple moments ago.

His fingertips reaching my temples were a cool relief amidst the chatter I heard downstairs. I zoned into him, closed off the distractions. Lost in his eyes of wonder, I finally stated, "I felt it too."

"I know," he replied.

"Wait," I shook my head breaking the intensity of the moment. "How?"

"When we connected, we shared thoughts. I heard you calling for me to tell you I felt it," he explained.

"O.M.G!" I noted in my best Mel impression.

"Oh my gravy?" he grinned.

I broke into laughter. "Way to ruin the moment."

"I think you already did when you brought Mel into it," he chuckled in a smooth tone.

"True."

"Change clothes here, I want to be with you when you look in the mirror."

"Promise not to peek?"

"I'm a gentleman, but not a fool."

"Just say you promise," I laughed smacking his arm playfully. He didn't even flinch. Even with a hulk gene I couldn't hurt him.

"Just change!" he smiled, dimple showcased as he turned his back on me.

My old clothes slid off me with little effort. I ran my hands along my thighs. "They're so thin," I commented sliding my new size small cheeky panties on.

I held out the pants my aunt bought me observing their measurements. They were so tiny compared to what I was wearing yesterday. How was this possible? It's mind-blowing. Yesterday I was barely fitting in XL clothes and today I was wearing small undies and medium pants.

I removed my blanket of a shirt and bra replacing them quickly with my new items. "Ok. You can look," I told Kellan.

"Much better," he beamed looking me up and down. "You ready to see how utterly gorgeous you are?" he asked.

"I'm a little nervous actually," I confessed, fidgeting with my hands.

"Lexi, trust me when I say no other woman is as beautiful as you."

"That's a lot to live up to," I noted, my voice quivering lightly.

"Come on, close your eyes," Kellan said taking my hand and leading me into the bathroom. His hand was still cool to the touch, yet not as cold as I remembered before. I heard the flicker of the bathroom light switch and felt the heat that radiated the room the instant the bulb filled with electricity.

"You ready?" he asked.

I inhaled a deep breathe, released slowly and said, "I am."

"Open your eyes." I could hear the suspense in his voice; he's antic.i.p.ating my reaction.

I lifted my lids slowly, unsure of what I would see reflecting back, praying it's nothing short of my dreams.

I gasped, my hands flew over my mouth cupping the "Oh!" that escaped. Was this really me? Was I that pretty person staring back? It couldn't be. This girl belonged in a magazine, in a fairytale story, not in my bathroom. "Is this really me?"

"Told you," Kellan whispered from behind my ear though his eyes were observing my every move reflected in the mirror.

Standing in the mirror was a curvy, yet thin woman with brown shining eyes, full lips with a rosy hue, and long dark brown hair with new golden highlights when the light reflected certain strands. Her skin was light but clear, not one spot, not one mole or freckle was visible.

My beauty... I couldn't believe it was mine... It's unfathomable. I lifted my shirt to reveal a smooth, flat stomach. Though my hips were clearly there, wide in form protruding to create a perfectly balanced hourgla.s.s, not one stretch mark wrinkled my skin.

I twirled around, peering over my shoulder in the mirror to see no love handles, and, though it's bigger than my mom or aunt's, I was happy to see an instantly recognizable round booty the kind that fills out jeans but doesn't leave a huge pucker at the waist. It's not J.Lo but certainly not Jessica Simpson.

I spun back around and held out my arms. No wave! There were no fat slabs on my triceps. And my b.o.o.bs! They're fully shaped voluptuous and perky yet not overwhelming. They were proportionate to my figure, maybe slightly smaller by my keen-eyed calculations.

I glanced back up to my face, to my enhanced features. My eyebrows were arched and primped according to the exact map of my brow bone. My lashes were thick, long and naturally curled to frame my big, bright eyes that seemed awake yet dark and exotic returning my reflection. I turned sideways to see the little b.u.mp I once had from breaking my nose at five was gone. A flawless profile mirrored back at me. Gone are the days of a double chin. My skin was pulled, taught along my soft, yet strong jaw-line.

Leaning into the mirror, I saw the exact outline of my lips was straight, not one jagged edge or feathered color think built-in lip liner without the ha.s.sle. I ran my index finger along my softly, filled lips. The color lightened as I touched them, but returned the moment I pulled away.

I finally pulled back and looked at Kellan through the mirror. I saw him watching my every move as I examined my new self. Wait! I leaned back into the mirror and smiled. Pearly white teeth all perfectly aligned were revealed. I clamped up and down a few times smacking my enamel. I pushed my tongue against my cuspids, but nothing happened.

I turned to Kellan and asked the ultimate question, "Where are my fangs?"

He burst into laughter. "You really are charming."

I projected my bottom lip in a pout. "Well I don't know."

Still laughing he replied, "I guess so."

Feeling a bit annoyed now, I decided to force the information out of him. "Kellan, if you don't stop laughing and tell me where my fangs are I'm going to tackle you. I'm just as strong now, remember?"

That only made him laugh harder. "You're being silly Lexi."

"Ugh!" I groaned racing out of the bathroom and down the stairs in six seconds flat. Apparently I was still slow. As I reached the bottom, Kellan was grinning smugly up at me.

"Kellan, why didn't you tell her?" Beth scolded from the couch.

"Mom," he stated seriously, "Did you hear her?"

Beth just glared at Kellan. She gave him what I call the 'mother's look of death.' The moment you get this glare, do as she commands or be prepared to suffer the consequences.

He sighed and chuckled to himself once more before explaining. "You don't really have fangs that appear or disappear. Your teeth are sharp against foreign objects even as a human with enough force. Your perfect health has cemented your enamel and your increased strength is what allows you to pierce your victim effortlessly."

"Oh," I said, feeling foolish in my mythical beliefs.

"It's ok sweetie, you didn't know," my mother advised.

"I didn't know either," my dad added.

"Thanks dad. Umm, I know you want me to stay close, but can I go for a walk in the neighborhood? I need some fresh air." I was ready to explore my environment with my enhancements; scrutinize what I'd always overlooked, smell what I'd never encountered, hear what once was muted and, most of all, feel the exhilaration of driving a convertible by simply sprinting.

"I would prefer you not sweetie. It's still very dangerous for you."

"What if I go with her?" Kellan offered.

My mother looked around at every adult in the room obtaining approval with a quick nod before agreeing.

"Let's go!" I squealed grabbing Kellan's hand and running towards the door.

"Lexi," he called pulling back on my arm.

"Yea?" I asked puzzled over his hesitation.

"Umm... shoes..." he smirked looking down at my socks.

"Oh. Right."

"You're a very amusing vampeen," he laughed. His entire face glowed, eyes sparkled, and for a brief second, I felt his energy project the love and laughter of a child. I guess he really was entertained by me.

"Yea, yea," I mocked and sped up to my room for my shoes. Those were the only things that still fit me.

Chapter 17.