All Chapters of Contract Marriage with the Vampire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

At last it's Friday. I have managed to escape running into 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' or any of his friends, because I have had to sacrifice all of my spare periods and after school free time for history, biology and art catch-up. I really would not recommend switching schools half way through your senior year. It is now my last period at school, and I am really not bothering to listen to the scientific things my chemistry teacher is valiantly telling us about. All she does is talk, talk, talk and look down on you as if you are a peasant. The problem with being so spectacularly bored is that with nothing else to preoccupy your mind, other, toxic ones can start to take over... like 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' eyes. How is it even possible for eyes to be so blue?I am pulled rather hastily out of my thoughts when an alarm starts blaring rather noisily throughout the school, and town. The alarm sounds like the horn of a juggernaut; clamouring, Unceasing. It is crippling my thoughts and

Holy sheesh kebab. This is not a mansion. This is a freaking palace! If I were in some kind of cartoon program right now, love hearts and golden stars would be springing out of my eyes. The palace is an old country mansion that looks to have been extended over the centuries. It has two sides around a central quadrangle and what looks to be over one hundred rooms. It must take a small army of maids to upkeep such a large abode, and I bet most of the rooms are never used. The palace must be a status symbol, as it sets the Lycans above the peasant wolves and humans, a personification for their very being; separate, regal, superior and untouchable.The sculptures in front of the palace look as though masters of the craft had made them long ago. They are set on pedestals amid the water of the fountains and the perfectly manicured hedges that look like different animals. The walls are a white stone that glistens in the fading sun and the roof is grey slate. An open porch at the front holds

Work, work, work, and no play is no fun. It is finally the Easter break, and nothing much has happened with Alex apart from the occasional teasing. There have not been any sightings of rogues since that horrible day, but I know better than to get complacent. They will come back. Alex has been too caught up in servicing Jacinda's every whim and wish to worry about little old me. Not that I want him too of course. If he has not been with Jacinda then he has been helping Brad and I with Tammy, very valiantly I must say. My guess is that he is doing it for some sort of personal gain; he cannot be doing it just to be kind. Anyway, when I have not been helping Tammy adjust to her new way of life, I have been studying and doing coursework, as finals are 'just around the corner', as all of my teachers keep reminding me. Blah, blah, blah. I just want to sleep, is that too much to ask?Finally, it is Saturday again, and I have a full nine days until school starts again. That is a sizeable amoun

The weather today feels like a wispy kiss of summer, without the baking heat of the fiery July and Autumn months. The blossom on the trees looks like cake frosting in delicious creams and pinks, and the petals burst out from lower down the branches, leaving the tips still in a tight bud. After the denuded trees of winter, their new and splendid clothes are a joy to see. The lazy wind pushes against the clipped grass like a child blowing a dandelion seed on its way. Above the white wisps trail and the early spring sun brings a welcoming warmth that coats me as good as caramel over a harvest apple.For a Monday, I am feeling quite good about the world. I think it's probably to do with the fine weather, and the fact that I have my sister and niece and nephew with me, keeping me busy. I love Maria and Marco so, so much. There is something of the summertime in the twins, as if they reflect the warmth of one another, passing it like a beach-ball if the other feels sadness. Perhaps that's wh

Today is the Mondayest Monday that ever Mondayed. It started with me waking up late, consequently having to skip breakfast and throw on yesterdays outfit, and only when I reached school did I realise I left my English project that I spent the entirety of Tuesday and Wednesday completing at home. It is safe to say I am in a pissy mood. I am also highly annoyed because I am very confused with my feelings about a certain stupid blue-eyed boy. Last Thursday he drove me to Celestrina's house, where I stayed until Saturday, and I was acutely aware of his presence. Every grind of his teeth, shift of his arms, lick of his lips... and his scent. Damn son. It should be made into a candle; it is that good. And then on Saturday, Vincent picked me up, causing Celestrina's jaw to drop, and Alex was sitting on the steps of his house with an adorable scowl on his face, snapping at us both asking what we were laughing about when we pulled up. It seemed to me like he was acting mightily jealous. On Sat