My fingers rap against the door of the car. I'm excited, I haven't seen Victoria in a while; though I doubt my enthusiasm will be replicated. But I'm estatic none the less. It's heavy work, working in the background, especially keeping secrets from my brother, but alls well that ends well. I emerge, meeting Garnett at the door, a bored expression on his face as he stared into the white oblivion. He doesn't socialize much with the vampires around. Well he is of a much higher class. Talk about being snobbish. His eyes meet mine, and he nods acknowledging my presence as he straightens. "Do you need company?" I sigh. He treats me like a child. With a wave of a hand, I brush him off. "It's just a courtesy call Garnett, there's no danger here." "If you say so" He says going back stoic. "You never talk to me when my brother is around"Garnett folds his hands across his chest staring past me. "He's scary" A giddy throatful of laughter escapes me. "Indeed he is. Do you miss home Ga
"See, now I've got you. Can't run away from me again"There's a child's laughter that's echoing from a distance while the woman continues to speak. Everything around me is cloudy, only the atmosphere feels mildly familiar. There are plants at my feet and grass blades tickle my underfoot. A garden? Maybe. My eyes are hazy, everything is completely obscured by the thick fog that surrounds me, still I walk on. I'm not sure of my destination, only following the chants of voices before me."Something is....something is different about this place" the woman says. Her voice is soft, melodic and warm.My feet keeps moving faster, hastening trying to get closer to them. I grab the hem of the dress continuing, making it to where I barely see the silhouettes of two individuals. A woman definitely, the one I heard and in her hand is a child."Yuuki"Her voice is filled with panic and anxiety, also as if I could tell how worried she i
My ears pick up light steps travelling towards my room hesitantly while I sleep. Or attempt to at this point. I'm tired mentally with all the work I've done and between Belle and my brother, my room is the only solace for peace. Otherwise I'd go stalking mad with her constant bickering. The curtains of my room are drawnblocking out the sunlight, apart from the lava lamp that blows on the bedside table the room is covered in darkness. The door pushed open moments later, the overwhelming fragrance of roses wavinginto the
"Did you really think we'll let you marry him him?" Oh please Belle I raised you better than this. See what you've done Eric! "I stopped short descending the stairs.
The chime of the store bell went off as I stepped inside, meeting the curious gazes of humans. Some stared indiscriminately while others averted their gazed hurrying from my way. As if I was dying from thirst and would most likely drain them. Only they weren't appealing as snacks, or any course of meal for that matter. I only had a craving for one blood and that was Yuuki's. Everything else was cheap gold. Completely useless. Making my way through the isle, I sought the books that Belle had read to me a few times. With nothing to do until Luke was back, because I hadn't bothered going through the piles of letters that lay in my study. I thought maybe reading would diminish the time. Though I knew my brother would have a field day with this. Sleeping was my next option but I wasn't ready yet. I grabbed four books with worn covers, and frail pages. There was always something soothing about old books. They told of experience, treasure, heart. Or maybe they just felt ancient in my hands
Everything was obsidian black. The same it had been for as long as I could remember. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing that hinted at the time of day. Time had no portion here. It was just black and cold. Always cold. I couldn’t tell if I was fat or skinny. Not that your size mattered, when you couldn’t even make out the outline of yourself, or view the fingers you held up. But I did tell myself that I was beautiful, to put some ease to my mumbling mind. Why was I here, in this condemned place? I hadn’t a clue. I didn’t know if my parents were trying to get rid of me, hoping I’d just finally die at some point. I barely remember their faces anymore. There were no visitors. Nothing, well, except for the scurry of a rat every now and again. It didn’t have to be a rat. Could have been something much worse, but I was still alive, so I guess not. Today was quiet, I noticed. There were no receding footsteps of anyone to or fro from here. I pushed my weakened body against the freez
I woke up with my arms hurting like hell, while my head drummed, I attempted to get up, heaving my body, realizing I was unable to move. Then for the first time in hours, I felt unbearable pain. My screams and wails pierced the ash-covered devastation, as everything registered. I fought to sit up as every movement hurt like a bitch, in an attempt to get a better view of my injuries. I sobbed, unable to comfort myself, realizing the large debris had collapsed atop the bottom half of my body. I pushed, desperate to remove it, pain shooting at my back as I twisted forcing me to scream again. I couldn’t feel my feet, that wasn’t a good sign, it wasn’t any sign. Again, I pushed, and heaved, attempting to lift it, the pain becoming even more unbearable. But I needed to leave. Those people could come back to check for anything, and I didn’t want to be here if they did. Using the remainder of my strength, I pushed back grimacing at my pain, until thankfully it fell backward releasing me. I c
I twisted hearing a commotion in my sleep, constant footsteps and people shouting to each other. Sitting up my eyes darted around trying to understand what the haste was about, and why everyone was practically scrambling over each other to get to somewhere. People even jumping over me. Pushing up on one foot, I peek from my position behind one of the drums, only to gasp in horror at the men that were busy shoving at the abandoned belongings; while the others checked the fireplace. A hand slipped over my mouth out of nowhere pulling me down forcefully and I kicked at the drum unwilling to be captured. This would not be my day. Not after everything. “Quiet down, idiot!” Hissed Thomas. “It's just me. ” He covered us in some dark material, and we watched as one of the vitamin difficient men ambled over to where I’d previously created the racket, poking at everything. The men were dressed in the same black suit that the others at the estate had worn but they were just the meaner. The sa
The chime of the store bell went off as I stepped inside, meeting the curious gazes of humans. Some stared indiscriminately while others averted their gazed hurrying from my way. As if I was dying from thirst and would most likely drain them. Only they weren't appealing as snacks, or any course of meal for that matter. I only had a craving for one blood and that was Yuuki's. Everything else was cheap gold. Completely useless. Making my way through the isle, I sought the books that Belle had read to me a few times. With nothing to do until Luke was back, because I hadn't bothered going through the piles of letters that lay in my study. I thought maybe reading would diminish the time. Though I knew my brother would have a field day with this. Sleeping was my next option but I wasn't ready yet. I grabbed four books with worn covers, and frail pages. There was always something soothing about old books. They told of experience, treasure, heart. Or maybe they just felt ancient in my hands
"Did you really think we'll let you marry him him?" Oh please Belle I raised you better than this. See what you've done Eric! "I stopped short descending the stairs.
My ears pick up light steps travelling towards my room hesitantly while I sleep. Or attempt to at this point. I'm tired mentally with all the work I've done and between Belle and my brother, my room is the only solace for peace. Otherwise I'd go stalking mad with her constant bickering. The curtains of my room are drawnblocking out the sunlight, apart from the lava lamp that blows on the bedside table the room is covered in darkness. The door pushed open moments later, the overwhelming fragrance of roses wavinginto the
"See, now I've got you. Can't run away from me again"There's a child's laughter that's echoing from a distance while the woman continues to speak. Everything around me is cloudy, only the atmosphere feels mildly familiar. There are plants at my feet and grass blades tickle my underfoot. A garden? Maybe. My eyes are hazy, everything is completely obscured by the thick fog that surrounds me, still I walk on. I'm not sure of my destination, only following the chants of voices before me."Something is....something is different about this place" the woman says. Her voice is soft, melodic and warm.My feet keeps moving faster, hastening trying to get closer to them. I grab the hem of the dress continuing, making it to where I barely see the silhouettes of two individuals. A woman definitely, the one I heard and in her hand is a child."Yuuki"Her voice is filled with panic and anxiety, also as if I could tell how worried she i
My fingers rap against the door of the car. I'm excited, I haven't seen Victoria in a while; though I doubt my enthusiasm will be replicated. But I'm estatic none the less. It's heavy work, working in the background, especially keeping secrets from my brother, but alls well that ends well. I emerge, meeting Garnett at the door, a bored expression on his face as he stared into the white oblivion. He doesn't socialize much with the vampires around. Well he is of a much higher class. Talk about being snobbish. His eyes meet mine, and he nods acknowledging my presence as he straightens. "Do you need company?" I sigh. He treats me like a child. With a wave of a hand, I brush him off. "It's just a courtesy call Garnett, there's no danger here." "If you say so" He says going back stoic. "You never talk to me when my brother is around"Garnett folds his hands across his chest staring past me. "He's scary" A giddy throatful of laughter escapes me. "Indeed he is. Do you miss home Ga
Every day is the same. Outside is covered in white, and a chilling wind tumbles through the window before storming into the room. It's daytime out apart from the blue skies, or what should have been blue skies that are hidden behind ashen clouds, there's nothing else that speaks to the day. The moment is wintry and foreboding, truly daunting to any type of fun you'd think of having. Then again, my type of fun is being resigned to a wall-by-wall cage. My life doesn't seem to get better than this. I'm always trapped, despite where ever I go. I know I'm not to think this way, I'm here because Thomas is attempting to keep me safe. But am I really? Once Aiden comes back and finds me gone, what then? He'll tear the world apart. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. I don't even know what my thoughts are anymore. One minute I'm sure that being away from him is the best thing, the next, I'm terrified of him never finding me. I should hate him. A murderer and monster. A cruel bastard tha
I'm silent, too repulsed to open my mouth as vomit lingers just outside my throat. I was not sure what to expect from this meeting, but I sure as well was not expecting the attendees to be drinking vampire blood. Especially not my father! What the hell was happening here? And why were they comrades with a damn vampire? The same creatures that we were already desperate to get away from! Was this some reverse psychology bullshit? How funding different were we from the bloodsuckers if we were drinking blood too? Another wave of repulsive hits as I realized something. There were no human donors around, but that didn't mean that they didn't have them locked away somewhere from prying eyes. My stomach churns once more just thinking of it. Was this really human blood? "It's quite refreshing, you know," The Vampire says breaking through my mind haze. "Just look around. Aren't they enjoying it?" I continue to stare. I might have looked apprehensive but I was scared and mortified as
"What! You're still here?" My father barked coming up the staircase. I haven't seen this man in a few days, but the rumors spreading among the auxiliary workers certainly weren't false. He's angry and miserable. His chaotic madness spreading like poisonous miasma. My father was scary when he wanted to be, or when the pressures of our Government got to levels he could no longer contain. But this, the monster of what he was, now standing before me was horrifyingly barbaric. I didn't recognize him at all. His eyes were red, blood vessels coursing thickly through his hands, while the vein at his neck throbbed dramatically. For a fraction of a second, I'm happy my mother and little brother were dead. They would be heart broken seeing him like this. My hands slide into my pockets effortlessly as I pause watching him. "Yes sadly, " I answer. "But see, since my visit had nothing to do with you I didn't think it mattered. I have a life too you know. "My father teeth clenches in annoyance
I spent the latter part of the morning, perusing the small diary I found encased in the Chaney family book.I've been doing my best to find out more about my mate. Anything that will connected the missing data to explain her existence- or lack of. The book contains an annoying vast majority of dates, questions and history alluding to what the owner has done and have been, but very little about Yuuki herself. It seemed geared towards aquainting the child with the previous owner than to state the relationship between them. Other than the first mention of Yuuki's name and her words alluding to be the mother, there were very other few instances, which were very far between of the child ever again. I couldn't compare the Chancey book with the diary either, having found it completely worthless to seek information there. Other than the lingering question of why both women birth dates were similar, there was nothing else to connect them. That is until the book fell from my hand momentarily o