Duncan's POV: Damn, has time moved fast ! It seems like only yesterday it was October. Courtney now was perfectly fine; She saw me sitting on her bed next to her when she awoke, she kicked me where a girl shouldn't kick if they want that (xD A/N sorry I just HAD to put that in !), and she threatened to kick my ass if I didn't leave, and let's just say, I wasn't in the mood to make sure I couldn't be a father in the future.

Since the drug problem, Courtney seems a lot shyer around me and a lot tougher around other people. I got back at Heather for what she did by drinking all of her blood in her sleep and now she being in the ICU, and selling all of her clothes and makeup on eBay just in case she recovers. It's lame, I know, but I didn't feel like doing anything that night.

I sat in a thick, strong branch in a tree in the front of my lawn, and I flicked through my touch-screen cell phone with black-painted nails. LOL, I never got over how good I looked emo. Suddenly, I stopped browsing through my phone and laughed. I found a picture of drunken Courtney dancing in her small gold Beyonce dress. I must've taken a picture of her at the party ! Haha, and DAMN does she look good....

Man, I'd like to bang that....

WHAT THE FRENCH, TOAST ?!?!

Nothing!

Dude, you are so fucked up.

So? She's sexy.

Why don't you shut up before I shove that sexy up your motherfucking ass?

'Cause you can't. You're arguing with yourself.

I sighed and suddenly my cell phone rang. I reclined back against the tree trunk and flipped my phone open. "Hot, sexy emo guy speaking, may I ask who this is?"

There was a giggle on the other line. "Merry Christmas, Duncan."

"Princess, I believe later you have to come over here. You owe me something under the mistletoe." I smirked.

Courtney giggled again. "In your dreams. And who do you expect to fall for your "hot emo guy" narcissism?"

"You." I joshed.

She snorted. "Duncan, you've got to be kidding."

"Ha, I am."

Suddenly, there was a shriek from the other line and I realized Courtney and her sister Mitzi the freak, were screeching at something.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWW, god damn, what the fuck? You got Katie and Sadie over there?"

Courtney giggled. "No, it's the music Mitzi's playing." Her voice sounded a bit distant and monotonous, and I realized she put me on speaker. There was a bunch of shuffling, and I heard Courtney sing to the music while dancing her ass off.

Don't stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up
To-night, I'ma fight till we see the sunlight
Tik tok on the clock, but the party don't stop, no
Whoa-oh oh-oh oh-ohh
Whoa-oh oh-oh oh-ohh

Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here

I bobbed my head to the music, laughing a bit at how weird she was.

"Courtney, did you take your medication this morning?" I asked jokingly.

"NOPE!" She laughed. I actually wondered a bit if she could possibly be drunk.

"Court, do you wanna go for a walk?"

The music stopped and I heard a button beep and I noted she took me off speaker. "Sure."

I widened my eyes a bit. Was she tipped?

"Have you had anything to drink today?"

"Yea, orange juice and a pepsi."

"Ok then...Should I come pick you up?"

"Sure."

I didn't know what game she was playing but I hung up and sighed, slipping off the tree and onto solid ground. I ran a hand through my jet black hair and climbed aboard my motorcycle. With one last glance toward my empty house, I sped off.

I couldn't concentrate on the road, as a matter of fact. It's a wonder how I didn't get into an accident. I love Court to death, but I couldn't tell her that. I'm an emo vampire. A vampire doesn't belong all over an uptight rich girl. It's not compatibility, it's not right. But maybe it's fate...SHUT UP! Who knows, maybe it is.

I finally got to Courtney's house, and to my amazement, Mitzi was standing right at the door staring at me as I parked by the curb. She shouted something indistinct to somewhere deep in the house, and my jaw dropped. Courtney walked out the door, in her small little gold dress, only this time she had cut and hemmed the bottom so it was shorter. She had cut the straps off, and she looked sexier than ever.

My eyes bulged a bit, and I could've sworn my jaw fell to the pavement.

"Duncan..." Courtney cooed and traced my jawline with her fingers. She advanced below my jaw, and thrust it upward so my mouth was closed. She giggled. "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies."

I shook my head in disbelief and Courtney slung her legs by mine as she sat behind me. She slid a helmet on and wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her head on my back.

"You sure you're not on drugs?"

She laughed. "I'm sure, Duncan. I'm just tired of ignoring my heart. You know... for a hot sexy emo boy."

I felt one of her hands loosen from its grip on my waist and make its way in into my shirt, softly rubbing my chest. I nodded out of my trance, and drove off.

I took a back road, hoping to confuse Courtney on where we were going. But I knew she didn't care; her hands were now down to the top of my groin, and I obviously didn't mind. She moaned softly, and nuzzled her head further into my back.

I planned on going to a small pond down in the middle of a clearing that really nobody knew about. But me, of course.

When we got there, I removed my helmet and helped Courtney off my motorcycle. She slid her helmet next to mine on the seat of the 286 Harvey, and she stood in front of me, fixing her hair with her hands seductively.

Courtney's POV: I planned on making this so much fun. I really WAS tired of ignoring my heart, but I just wanted to watch Duncan squirm over me flirting erotically with him.

Duncan was staring at me wild-eyed. "Are you on any medication I should know about or are you trying to seduce me?"

I giggled and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. "Nope, I just love being with you. Especially alone." I moved closer, and now our bodies were only about eight inches apart.

"Niiiiiiice." Duncan smiled sweetly and placed his hands on my hips.

"Look, about the picture and the biting your mom thing, I-" He fell uncomfortable, and I pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him.

"It's ok, I forgive you." I smiled. "I understand urges and instinctive moves. It's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"You sure you're not cold in that? It's December."

"I'm fine." I lied, but he could tell I was freezing by the goosebumps on my arms. I sat down on the ground, and he wrapped his warm leather jacket around me. He was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, darkwash flare jeans, and gray-and-black converse. If I know him, he doesn't give a crap about weather. But as he pulled me into his lap and I curled against his ripped chest, I felt nothing but body warmth, indicating he was perfectly fine in the cold.

He looked up at the sky and I sat in his arms. It was an awkward silence, until I piped up.

"Duncan, even if this was completely on accident, would you ever bite me?" I asked, embarassed. He looked down at me with a "WTF" look.

"What the fuck?" He asked. OF COURSE. "No. I love you. Even if my instincts wanted to, I'd do the best I could to push them away."

"Awwww." I pulled the jacket around my legs. "Thanks."

And... another awkward question, but this time not from my throat.

"Courtney... have you ever kissed anyone?" Duncan didn't dare look at me, I could see his cheeks very red against his ghostly pale skin.

I knew he wanted to kiss me, and the truth is, I wanted to, too.

"No."

He looked down at me. "Do you want to?"

I laughed. "I knew you were gonna ask that."

"Do you?" He looked into my eyes. I instantly just fell in deep love. I wanted to see what was going on in his mouth. (A/N AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA sorry, again, I just HAD to put that in ! XD)

I slowly leaned up, and soon, my lips latched onto his soft ones. Of course I've kissed Duncan before, but it was never a real kiss. It was always my brain wanting it but never me. This time, it was all me.

He put his warm hand softly onto my thigh. My mind burned, my body was on fire. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization, and I heard him moan a bit. Or was that me? Idk, it could've been both of us. Haha.

My being was no longer cold, I was dancing on Cloud Nine. I wanted to be with him, and I am. I wanted to kiss him, and I did. He probably has had lots of practice in his past years with other girls, since he was an amazing kisser. I knew I must've sucked, because it was my first. But it was definately my best.

Soon, I felt his tongue enter my mouth, and I dug my French-tipped nails into his back, enjoying what I was feeling. I answered back to his request, and too soon, we broke apart for sweet air. I was out of breath, but it was definately well worth it.

"Courtney..." Duncan lookes glazed-over.

"Yea?"

"Did you..."

I giggled. "No, I didn't feel any fangs."

"OK, good."

I pulled him into a hug, and about fifteen minutes later, we were back on his motorcycle on the way home.

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Duncan's POV: Later that night, I sat in my room after dinner, writing and playing songs on my acoustic guitar. So far I've learned Love Remains The Same by Gavin Rossdale, Naturally by Selena Gomez, and Stay by Sugarland.

I got bored after a while, and I walked outside into the snow. I trudged my body down the sidewalk to Courtney's house, seeing if I could get my present under the mistletoe yet.

I got to her house - but there were no cars in the driveway. I figured her parents would be at work or our for dinner, but I examined the inside of her large white house anyway.

It was tensely quiet, and every step I took echoed. There were no plates on the table, but there was Courtney's mom's handbag on the table. Her mom always keeps her money in that bag, and her father's wallet was even next to the bag.

They must've had work.

But where were Courtney and Mitzi?

Well, Mitzi usually hangs out with her friends on special occasions, and Courtney is usually preparing for them. But the entire house was already strewn with red and green poinsettias and tinsel, so where was she?

I stepped up the staircase, and made my way down the hall. I heard a soft hum, like the hum I heard back in October. It was coming from Courtney's room.

I pressed my ear against her door quietly, then carefully turned the knob and peered in.

Courtney, in a long pink nightgown, sat at the window staring out into the snow, singing.

I'm wishing on a star
And trying to believe
That even though it's far
He'll find me Christmas Eve
I guess that Santa's busy
'Cause he's never come around
I think of him, when Christmas comes to town

Her soft voice cooed intriguingly throughout my mind, and I advanced further in the room, so by now I was a foot from the door. She still hadn't heard me, but I sure startled her when I sang after her.

The best time of the year
When everyone comes home
With all this Christmas cheer
It's hard to be alone
Putting up the Christmas tree
With friends who come around
It's so much fun, when Christmas comes to town

She stood there, frozen, eyes bulging, staring at me. I slowly advanced closer to her, inch by inch.

Presents for the children, wrapped in red and green

She finally found the courage to speak up.

All the things I've heard about, but never really seen

It went back and forth, back and forth, a duet.

No one will be sleeping on, the night of Christmas Eve
Hoping Santa's on his way

When Santa's sleighbells ring

Courtney started to cry a bit, as a soft smile creeped across her lips.

I listen all around
The herald angels sing
I never hear a sound

We were about a foot and a half apart, and I took her hands in mine.

And all the dreams of children
Once lost will all be found
That's all I want, when Christmas comes to town

I entwined my hands behind her waist and pulled her closer to me, pressing our bodies against each other. I kept my hands on her hips and she caressed the back of my neck with her soft hands.

That's all I want, when Christmas comes...
To town

She smiled after we sang the last line, and I has a devilish grin.

"Courtney?"

"Yea?" She was lovestruck.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, and pulled away, pointing to a lock of mistletoe hanging from her ceiling.

"You might want to tell Santa not to bring Mrs. Claus in here, because I'm sleeping over."