I woke up when I heard a rustling noise in my room. I got up and turned on the light. There was nothing there, of course, I was just still adjusting to the new house. My window was open earlier than it had been earlier though. I closed the window and looked out one more time. My mystery man was no longer there.
I curled up under my covers again and closed my eyes. But then I heard another noise. This one was a thump followed by various things falling out of my closet. I shot up and stared across the room towards my closet. My eyes couldn't see a thing through the blanket of darkness, but I could sense the presence of something, or somebody. I walked across the room, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, with my arms reached out in front of me, as I fumbled to find the light switch. I turned on my closet light, no one was there, despite what my gut and the adrenaline rushing through my body were telling me.
But as I turned my light off, I saw something move near the window. It was a hand. There was a hand coming in from outside, closing my window. The thing that got me most was that my room was on the 6th floor of the building.
Nearly in tears from fear and shock, I ran over to the window and looked down, only to find a man with light brown hair and a leather jacket climbing down the building. My mystery man had returned.
I opened the window, which caught his attention, causing him to stop and look at me with piercing green eyes.
"I suppose I have to come up there now and explain myself or you're going to become extremely paranoid and drive yourself mentally insane, right?"
As he said it, he was chuckling, as if he thought that the whole situation was funny, when I was about half a second away from calling the police. But I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous he looked in the moonlight. Completely unsure of what was going on, I nodded my head and the second I did, he started climbing. I stepped back, giving him room to step in the room, like he had done it 100 times before.
"Before introduce myself, we have to get one thing straight, okay? I didn't steal anything and I didn't plan on hurting you, understand? I actually planned on waking you up and talking with you about something, but I chickened out."
All I could do was nod. I was in complete shock. There was a stranger in my room, that snuck into my window, and he wasn't here to hurt me or steal anything.
"My name is Nikolai. Sit down for this next part. You're looking a little pale already. I don't want you to pass out. You're in danger, nothing I can't protect you from, but still in danger. I just thought you had a right to know. Please stop crying. I've never really thought of myself as a sensitive guy so I really don't know how to comfort you."
"How am I in danger? Why do you even care? Does this have something to do with the accident and my family?" I really trusted this man. I don't even know why. I just felt like he had the answers to all of my questions.
"Whoa. Um, I don't know anything about your family or any accident. I don't really know anything about you. I don't really know how to tell you about the danger you're in or why I care without telling you too much, so I guess I'm going to have to. If I tell you, do you promise not to scream and/or tell anyone?"
"Yes. Well, I think so. I don't really have anyone that I would tell. And why would I want to tell anyone if I know that it's going to make you angry and you're the only person that I know of that can protect me from this 'danger'?"
"Good point. Well, and this is the part you can't scream for, I'm a vampire. Don't scream. Don't cry. Listen. That's all that I'm asking you, Sarah. Do you understand?"
My heart was beating so fast and I was having trouble controlling my tears. A vampire? They'd always just been fairytales. But something about him made me trust him anyway. "Yes, but how do you know my name?"
"I'm getting there. We can play 20 questions when I'm done explaining everything to you, okay? Okay. Which would you like me to explain first, the danger or how I know your name and why I care that you're in danger? Actually, I'm just going to explain the name part first."
"All vampires are born with a soul mate, someone to spend the rest of their lives with. Now, my father always told me that I would feel something the first time I saw my soul mate, but I always imagined it would be nice, like love at first sight. Then, from then on, I would always feel her emotions. I didn't know he meant literally. The first day I saw you, I felt an aching pain in my chest. It felt like someone had just stabbed me and tears were starting to well up in my eyes. I think I felt what you were feeling, but I can't imagine why anyone would feel like that."
"Well, after you find your soul mate, you're supposed to go to the king. Our king, King Kravchenko, supposedly talks to God, although I'm not sure I believe it, so he knows the names of your soul mate. You have to go confirm that you've found her though."
"So, I went to him to tell him that I thought I'd found my soul mate. He told me that I was correct and how strange it is that my soul mate is a human, especially a desirable one, which I'll explain in a minute. So he told me your name so that I could find you again. Do you understand so far?"
"I think so. So I'm your soul mate? And that's why you care that I'm in danger?"
"Yes and yes. Sarah, imagine this. You're 264 years old and you finally find your soul mate after being alone for over 200 years, then finding out her life is in serious danger. Imagine what would've happened if I didn't find you when I did. You would've died and I would've been alone forever."
"But getting to the danger part. I looked up your address in the school paperwork and when I was on my way over to see where it was and everything, I ended up somewhere that I shouldn't have been and found out something that I shouldn't have."
"In our vampire society, we feed off of 3 different kinds of people. There are some vamps that just feed off of regular humans. Some, feed off of other vampires. Then, there are les desirables. Les desirables are only meant for the king. Their blood is supposed to be the very best and their scent is supposed to be unimaginably sweet. Feeding off of one if you're not in the royal family is punishable by death. I've never a desirable one, until today. There are only about 20 of them in the city."
"Anyway, while I was on my way over to your house, my brother called me. He invited me to a meeting. He said that about 20 or 30 vamps were going to be there and that Xander had a great idea. Xander is the scum of our society. If there's any vampire that you absolutely want to stay away from, it's him. A few years ago, he drank his wife's blood until she died. He's a cold and heartless person."
"I keep getting sidetracked. So, I decided to go to the meeting for a little while because if I didn't I never would've heard the end of it from Sebastian. At the meeting there were about 60 vampires. Xander stood up on a table and started preaching about how it's not fair that the royal family is getting all of the good blood. He proposed that they kill all of the desirables so that the king will starve and Xander can take power."
"I've been outside your house sitting on that bench across the street ever since."
Monday, March 30, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Part 2
My first impression was that the apartment smelled like tea, tea and flowers. The apartment was very tidy, but there were plants everywhere, making the place seem cluttered.
Then, a woman walked out from the kitchen, or at least it looked like the kitchen from the glance I got before the swinging door swung shut.
She was tall, definitely taller than me, which doesn't really say much because I'm exactly 5 feet and I haven't grown an inch since 7th grade. She had red hair that was pulled into a bun, which she tried to cover with a bandana. She was thin too, very thin. It was one of her best features and she wore a tight black shirt to show it off.
She reached out and grabbed my hand very firmly, which I hadn't expected because, frankly, she looked fragile. "My name is Joanne, but you can call me Faith, everyone does."
Not only was she beautiful, but when she spoke it sounded like she was singing. Not really singing, but her voice just flowed, making me forget that I was alone in a room with a stranger. "You must be Sarah, obviously. Here, let me show you your room. I've been putting it together since Mrs. Hopchkiss called me yesterday. Sorry to be in such a hurry. When I get a minute I would love to sit down with you and learn every single detail about your life. I just wasn't expecting you yet and my book club is here."
As she was talking, she led me down a hallway that was painted the same lavender color that had been in almost all of the rooms at my grandmother's house.
My room was at the end of the hallway. It was painted a pale blue color. The whole room looked like it had been designed by a little girl, but I could manage.
I dropped my bag on my bed and reached into my coat pocket for my cell phone. I had turned it off when we left Connecticut. I turned it on and dropped it on my bed, waiting for the calls to start streaming in.
I plopped down next to it on the bed and layed back, rolling over to look out the floor-to-ceiling window to the left of my bed. I got up, ignoring the screaming coming from my cell phone, and cracked the window open. The room was stuffy and it didn't help that Grissettown was hot and humid, even in the middle of March. I grabbed Roosevelt from my bag and sat next to the window, hugging Roosevelt close.
I had the perfect view from my window. It looked down on a main road that's directly next to a beach. There were little beach shops and arcades all along the road and hundreds of people coming in and out of them. I'd never lived this close to water before, or this close to people, and definitely not so many of them.
I sat there and just watched people for about two hours. Faith had come in and asked if I wanted to join her for dinner several times, but each time I politely turned her down. After a while, I noticed a man. He'd been sitting on the bench right across the street from my window. He was reading a book, a very think book, like it had the answer to the universe. He was holding it about an inch from his face and he had incredible creases on his forehead. He had light brown hair and a beard, well, a beard in training. He looked like he could be about twenty. He also looked like your Average Joe, but the thing that struck me the most about him was that he was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans and it didn't look like he was sweating at all.
Then, a woman walked out from the kitchen, or at least it looked like the kitchen from the glance I got before the swinging door swung shut.
She was tall, definitely taller than me, which doesn't really say much because I'm exactly 5 feet and I haven't grown an inch since 7th grade. She had red hair that was pulled into a bun, which she tried to cover with a bandana. She was thin too, very thin. It was one of her best features and she wore a tight black shirt to show it off.
She reached out and grabbed my hand very firmly, which I hadn't expected because, frankly, she looked fragile. "My name is Joanne, but you can call me Faith, everyone does."
Not only was she beautiful, but when she spoke it sounded like she was singing. Not really singing, but her voice just flowed, making me forget that I was alone in a room with a stranger. "You must be Sarah, obviously. Here, let me show you your room. I've been putting it together since Mrs. Hopchkiss called me yesterday. Sorry to be in such a hurry. When I get a minute I would love to sit down with you and learn every single detail about your life. I just wasn't expecting you yet and my book club is here."
As she was talking, she led me down a hallway that was painted the same lavender color that had been in almost all of the rooms at my grandmother's house.
My room was at the end of the hallway. It was painted a pale blue color. The whole room looked like it had been designed by a little girl, but I could manage.
I dropped my bag on my bed and reached into my coat pocket for my cell phone. I had turned it off when we left Connecticut. I turned it on and dropped it on my bed, waiting for the calls to start streaming in.
I plopped down next to it on the bed and layed back, rolling over to look out the floor-to-ceiling window to the left of my bed. I got up, ignoring the screaming coming from my cell phone, and cracked the window open. The room was stuffy and it didn't help that Grissettown was hot and humid, even in the middle of March. I grabbed Roosevelt from my bag and sat next to the window, hugging Roosevelt close.
I had the perfect view from my window. It looked down on a main road that's directly next to a beach. There were little beach shops and arcades all along the road and hundreds of people coming in and out of them. I'd never lived this close to water before, or this close to people, and definitely not so many of them.
I sat there and just watched people for about two hours. Faith had come in and asked if I wanted to join her for dinner several times, but each time I politely turned her down. After a while, I noticed a man. He'd been sitting on the bench right across the street from my window. He was reading a book, a very think book, like it had the answer to the universe. He was holding it about an inch from his face and he had incredible creases on his forehead. He had light brown hair and a beard, well, a beard in training. He looked like he could be about twenty. He also looked like your Average Joe, but the thing that struck me the most about him was that he was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans and it didn't look like he was sweating at all.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Part 1
I could feel my stomach growling and my heart flopping around like a fish out of water. Prom isn't normal, not for me at least. I've always been a tomboy, well, not a tomboy, but not really a girl. I'm the girl that sits in the back of the classroom that wears jeans and an over-sized hoodie every day. The one with worn down tennis shoes and no sense of style.
Since my family moved to this sleepy Connecticut town 4 years ago, I've only made two friends, Katrina and Ben. Katrina was born in Georgia and you really can tell. She is more than obsessed with Kenny Chesney and she wears her favorite cowboy boots every day. Not that I'm saying that everyone in the south listens to country music and dresses like a cowboy, because I've been down there and the majority of them don't. Ben is a totally different story. Ben has lived here his whole life. He was loved by everyone (friends, family, teachers, etc...) until he realized he was gay. Then he joined me and Katrina and we became the "Misfit Trio." Nobody paid attention to us or talked to us.
That was all before Corey came along. Corey is rich and popular. Girls flock around him. It's pathetic, but it adds to his "look" and it boosts his self-confidence. But to their dismay, Corey picked me, baggy-sweatshirted, mopey, misfit me. And just last month, I had agreed to go to prom with him, stupid me (did I mention stupid before?).
So now, I'm standing here, purse in hand, waiting for Corey. He's been so excited about prom. I really expect him to go completely overboard with it.
Then, a wave of screaming came from my handbag. My phone was ringing. Ben had changed my ringtone to a metal song as a joke. He had no idea that I would be listening to non-stop metal months later.
"Sarah?! Thank God you're alive! I saw the crash on TV and thought that maybe you were hurt." It was my aunt, my terribly drunk aunt.
"A detective called me. She's on her way over to the house right now. She was looking for you, but I told her I had no idea where you were. She said you weren't in the car, but I had no idea what to think! I guess a woman from child services is which her, Mrs. H--something. I told her that you could live with me, but she said my record is bad and everyone is still a suspect. Oh God, you probably have no idea what I'm rambling about. Turn on channel 4, sweetie. And don't forget that I love you."
The doorbell ring interrupted all of the disturbing thoughts I had going through my head. I ran to the door and opened it, it was Corey. Without any kind of greeting, I turned and ran towards the living room. I was almost in a full sprint, which was unfortunate for my beautiful new dress that I just bought the other day with Ben, who was going through what Katrina and I liked to call "a fashion diva phase", so I figured he would be the perfect shopping buddy. The dress ripped, big time, making it look like one of those dresses that girls always used to wear to their middle school dances, short and slutty.
The second I clicked on the TV my heart stopped beating, it felt like it at least. Corey came around the corner, obviously confused by my sudden disappearance. The words blaring out from the TV were a complete shock. It said, "Miller family killed in car collision, guns may have been involved, no suspects at this time."
My parents and brother had left about 20 minutes ago to celebrate my brother's college acceptance letter. He got into Yale on a basketball scholarship on the same night as my junior prom. My parents were so proud of both of me and Matthew tonight. My mother still had tears in her eyes as they were walking out the door.
Now I would never see them again. My heart sank into my stomach. Corey reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back onto the couch with him. He pulled me close for a giant hug, the kind that makes it nearly impossible to breathe. The doorbell rang again. Corey let go and got up to answer it. I could hear him shout, "who is it," even though it was beyond obvious who it was from the flashing lights on the walls.
He let them in, I knew because I could hear high heels clicking down the hallway. A woman came into the room with long red hair, she looked so beautiful, yet smart at the same time.
"Hello, Sarah. My name is Detective Armstrong. You can call me Olivia. This is Officer Williams." She said, while pointing to a very young and handsome police officer that had just walked in behind Corey. He was young, maybe just a few years older than me, but he looked aged.
I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not them. I quickly became paranoid and although I had answered all of their questions, I'd regretted it. It all went by fairly quickly and before I knew it, Olivia was explaining my new life to me.
I'm going to live in Grissettown, North Carolina with a woman named Faith. Apparently, Williamsburg is a city that's right on the water. Mrs. Hopchkiss, the woman from child services was sitting outside in her car, waiting for me. Olivia told me to go upstairs and pack a bag.
I packed all of my clothes, some pictures, and my stuffed bear that Corey had named Roosevelt, as in Teddy Roosevelt. It was cheesy, but adorable.
I opened my door as quietly as possible and bolted down the stairs, opening the front door as quickly as possible. It wasn't necessary, but it helped. I didn't want to say goodbye to Corey. I didn't want to hear him say he would call me every day and love me forever, because chances are he would stop calling in a month or two, and stop caring in about a week.
I walked towards the only car in the driveway that wasn't a police car. I put my bags in the trunk that was already popped and climbed into the front seat. Mrs. Hopchkiss didn't say anything when I got in. She didn't need to, her eyes said everything that everyone had been trying to say before, she was sorry.
I sat back, relaxed, and closed my eyes. Only 50,000 miles until I reach my destination, might as well sit back and take a nap. I really needed to calm down and put all of this beside me before I reached Williamsburg. All I need right now is a new beginning.
Since my family moved to this sleepy Connecticut town 4 years ago, I've only made two friends, Katrina and Ben. Katrina was born in Georgia and you really can tell. She is more than obsessed with Kenny Chesney and she wears her favorite cowboy boots every day. Not that I'm saying that everyone in the south listens to country music and dresses like a cowboy, because I've been down there and the majority of them don't. Ben is a totally different story. Ben has lived here his whole life. He was loved by everyone (friends, family, teachers, etc...) until he realized he was gay. Then he joined me and Katrina and we became the "Misfit Trio." Nobody paid attention to us or talked to us.
That was all before Corey came along. Corey is rich and popular. Girls flock around him. It's pathetic, but it adds to his "look" and it boosts his self-confidence. But to their dismay, Corey picked me, baggy-sweatshirted, mopey, misfit me. And just last month, I had agreed to go to prom with him, stupid me (did I mention stupid before?).
So now, I'm standing here, purse in hand, waiting for Corey. He's been so excited about prom. I really expect him to go completely overboard with it.
Then, a wave of screaming came from my handbag. My phone was ringing. Ben had changed my ringtone to a metal song as a joke. He had no idea that I would be listening to non-stop metal months later.
"Sarah?! Thank God you're alive! I saw the crash on TV and thought that maybe you were hurt." It was my aunt, my terribly drunk aunt.
"A detective called me. She's on her way over to the house right now. She was looking for you, but I told her I had no idea where you were. She said you weren't in the car, but I had no idea what to think! I guess a woman from child services is which her, Mrs. H--something. I told her that you could live with me, but she said my record is bad and everyone is still a suspect. Oh God, you probably have no idea what I'm rambling about. Turn on channel 4, sweetie. And don't forget that I love you."
The doorbell ring interrupted all of the disturbing thoughts I had going through my head. I ran to the door and opened it, it was Corey. Without any kind of greeting, I turned and ran towards the living room. I was almost in a full sprint, which was unfortunate for my beautiful new dress that I just bought the other day with Ben, who was going through what Katrina and I liked to call "a fashion diva phase", so I figured he would be the perfect shopping buddy. The dress ripped, big time, making it look like one of those dresses that girls always used to wear to their middle school dances, short and slutty.
The second I clicked on the TV my heart stopped beating, it felt like it at least. Corey came around the corner, obviously confused by my sudden disappearance. The words blaring out from the TV were a complete shock. It said, "Miller family killed in car collision, guns may have been involved, no suspects at this time."
My parents and brother had left about 20 minutes ago to celebrate my brother's college acceptance letter. He got into Yale on a basketball scholarship on the same night as my junior prom. My parents were so proud of both of me and Matthew tonight. My mother still had tears in her eyes as they were walking out the door.
Now I would never see them again. My heart sank into my stomach. Corey reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back onto the couch with him. He pulled me close for a giant hug, the kind that makes it nearly impossible to breathe. The doorbell rang again. Corey let go and got up to answer it. I could hear him shout, "who is it," even though it was beyond obvious who it was from the flashing lights on the walls.
He let them in, I knew because I could hear high heels clicking down the hallway. A woman came into the room with long red hair, she looked so beautiful, yet smart at the same time.
"Hello, Sarah. My name is Detective Armstrong. You can call me Olivia. This is Officer Williams." She said, while pointing to a very young and handsome police officer that had just walked in behind Corey. He was young, maybe just a few years older than me, but he looked aged.
I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not them. I quickly became paranoid and although I had answered all of their questions, I'd regretted it. It all went by fairly quickly and before I knew it, Olivia was explaining my new life to me.
I'm going to live in Grissettown, North Carolina with a woman named Faith. Apparently, Williamsburg is a city that's right on the water. Mrs. Hopchkiss, the woman from child services was sitting outside in her car, waiting for me. Olivia told me to go upstairs and pack a bag.
I packed all of my clothes, some pictures, and my stuffed bear that Corey had named Roosevelt, as in Teddy Roosevelt. It was cheesy, but adorable.
I opened my door as quietly as possible and bolted down the stairs, opening the front door as quickly as possible. It wasn't necessary, but it helped. I didn't want to say goodbye to Corey. I didn't want to hear him say he would call me every day and love me forever, because chances are he would stop calling in a month or two, and stop caring in about a week.
I walked towards the only car in the driveway that wasn't a police car. I put my bags in the trunk that was already popped and climbed into the front seat. Mrs. Hopchkiss didn't say anything when I got in. She didn't need to, her eyes said everything that everyone had been trying to say before, she was sorry.
I sat back, relaxed, and closed my eyes. Only 50,000 miles until I reach my destination, might as well sit back and take a nap. I really needed to calm down and put all of this beside me before I reached Williamsburg. All I need right now is a new beginning.
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