Post by silent.lullaby on May 25, 2011 18:27:06 GMT -5
To say that change was coming was a vast understatement.
In the nights that came after that wondrous kiss were wonderful as well. Calum would meet me on the front stoop of his building, we would talk of our days, while I leaned against him, his arm around my shoulders. I would stay for a brief time, then we would kiss and I would leave once more. I believe that it was in those moments that I felt most like my old self. Sane, and with out the memories of The Basement.
When I would go home, lay in my coffin alone and fall to sleep I would have horrible dreams. Nightmares that would make me toss and turn. In my sleep I was forced to relive those awful moments, clear as if they were happening all over again. I would awaken gasping and I could practically feel the icy metal around my throat. Sometimes I would wake biting into my pillow after dreaming of biting into Calum’s flesh, his blood singing still in my system. Luckily it started to die out, though then my mind had more dreams of the Basement.
After two more months, Calum and I were closer than ever. I had told Angelique and she kept her mouth shut. No one else in my family knew.
My parents allowed me to return to school. And there is where I saw Scarlet.
And within one second of seeing her my moments in the Basement disappeared. She, the most lovely, rambunctious, rebellious, outgoing person I had ever known sat alone. Eyes with dark circles, shifting, always watching, fearing, twitching as someone would walk near her. She feared with ever cell of her being. She made it a week before her parents pulled her from school again.
The human boys who once spoke to us no longer sat at our table. I tried speaking to Ethan one break and he glared at me and walked off. Marlowe comforted me, she knew I was with Calum, offered that as a feel better kind of thing. Still, I had to wonder, what if he remembered something from Scarlet’s party? What if he remembered me biting him...
And he did.
And in the next month, things didn’t just change... things got really bad.
“Where is my guitar?” Tobias asked me.
“I don’t know.”
“Did Angelique take it?”
“I said I don’t know Toby!” I threw a pillow at him from where I was laying in my coffin. I should have been doing homework, but I was counting down the minutes till I could go and see Calum. Hell I was counting down the seconds.
He stormed out of the room, I heard his footsteps on the stairs and him asking mom if she had seen it. I had been about to tune out my hearing when I heard something shatter. It wasn’t like a glass or a plate... something much bigger. I got out of my coffin in time to hear screaming. I ran, full speed.
I froze.
I felt sick.
Toby stood in the kitchen, a stakes though both of his hearts, blood pouring down his chest as his legs crumpled beneath him. It had been my mother who had screamed. A stake took her in the heart and I jumped from my state of shock and tackled her, the second stake shooting through the broken window and impaling our refrigerator. “Mom?” my voice had broken and had become that of a scared five year old. Dad flew by us, but whoever had been shooting stakes from the back yard had gone after the failed attempt on my mother’s life. “Daddy?” I was in his arms in an instant, and in a second he had me in the basement, he laid me in my coffin.
“Stay here. I mean it Aerabella.” Tears were in his eyes. I had never seen my father cry. Then he was gone. I could hear my mother crying, could hear the gush as my father pulled the stake from one of her hearts. I could hear them both crying. I knew what the stakes in his chest meant. I knew what my parents crying meant. I couldn’t accept it. Tobias... my big brother Toby simply could not be dead. Murdered in our own kitchen. Not pegged in one heart and down for a bit. Hit in both, no recovery. Permanent death.
Despite what my father had told me I stood in what I can only describe as shock. It’s the only explanation for the utter calm I had in those moments. The moments where I walked out of my room. Climbed the stairs. Seen my parents on their knees crying over my dead brother. I spoke softly, “Angelique is out with friends.”
It was unlike a vampire to be snuck up on but both of my parents jumped when they saw me. My mother’s chest still had a hole in it, bleeding, but she didn’t got to the fridge for blood she stood on shaky legs and made her way to me, hugged me, held me, cried on my shoulder and I held her weight.
My head was light, dizzy. I vaguely remember my father picking up Tobias’s body and taking it to the basement. I had never seen a dead vampire before. My mother took me to the basement, my father left to find Angelique not wanting her to be alone after this obvious hunters attack.
I had heard that there were vampire hunters, but I guess like vampires to humans, I thought they were a myth.
We waited, my sister had completely broken down by the time our father returned with her. He had us all in the basement. The coffin closed on Tobias. Father called the council, called the Wolf Elders, told them of what happened, warned them.
I didn’t know it at the time, but my brother had been the first casualty of war. And things were only going to get worse.
In the nights that came after that wondrous kiss were wonderful as well. Calum would meet me on the front stoop of his building, we would talk of our days, while I leaned against him, his arm around my shoulders. I would stay for a brief time, then we would kiss and I would leave once more. I believe that it was in those moments that I felt most like my old self. Sane, and with out the memories of The Basement.
When I would go home, lay in my coffin alone and fall to sleep I would have horrible dreams. Nightmares that would make me toss and turn. In my sleep I was forced to relive those awful moments, clear as if they were happening all over again. I would awaken gasping and I could practically feel the icy metal around my throat. Sometimes I would wake biting into my pillow after dreaming of biting into Calum’s flesh, his blood singing still in my system. Luckily it started to die out, though then my mind had more dreams of the Basement.
After two more months, Calum and I were closer than ever. I had told Angelique and she kept her mouth shut. No one else in my family knew.
My parents allowed me to return to school. And there is where I saw Scarlet.
And within one second of seeing her my moments in the Basement disappeared. She, the most lovely, rambunctious, rebellious, outgoing person I had ever known sat alone. Eyes with dark circles, shifting, always watching, fearing, twitching as someone would walk near her. She feared with ever cell of her being. She made it a week before her parents pulled her from school again.
The human boys who once spoke to us no longer sat at our table. I tried speaking to Ethan one break and he glared at me and walked off. Marlowe comforted me, she knew I was with Calum, offered that as a feel better kind of thing. Still, I had to wonder, what if he remembered something from Scarlet’s party? What if he remembered me biting him...
And he did.
And in the next month, things didn’t just change... things got really bad.
“Where is my guitar?” Tobias asked me.
“I don’t know.”
“Did Angelique take it?”
“I said I don’t know Toby!” I threw a pillow at him from where I was laying in my coffin. I should have been doing homework, but I was counting down the minutes till I could go and see Calum. Hell I was counting down the seconds.
He stormed out of the room, I heard his footsteps on the stairs and him asking mom if she had seen it. I had been about to tune out my hearing when I heard something shatter. It wasn’t like a glass or a plate... something much bigger. I got out of my coffin in time to hear screaming. I ran, full speed.
I froze.
I felt sick.
Toby stood in the kitchen, a stakes though both of his hearts, blood pouring down his chest as his legs crumpled beneath him. It had been my mother who had screamed. A stake took her in the heart and I jumped from my state of shock and tackled her, the second stake shooting through the broken window and impaling our refrigerator. “Mom?” my voice had broken and had become that of a scared five year old. Dad flew by us, but whoever had been shooting stakes from the back yard had gone after the failed attempt on my mother’s life. “Daddy?” I was in his arms in an instant, and in a second he had me in the basement, he laid me in my coffin.
“Stay here. I mean it Aerabella.” Tears were in his eyes. I had never seen my father cry. Then he was gone. I could hear my mother crying, could hear the gush as my father pulled the stake from one of her hearts. I could hear them both crying. I knew what the stakes in his chest meant. I knew what my parents crying meant. I couldn’t accept it. Tobias... my big brother Toby simply could not be dead. Murdered in our own kitchen. Not pegged in one heart and down for a bit. Hit in both, no recovery. Permanent death.
Despite what my father had told me I stood in what I can only describe as shock. It’s the only explanation for the utter calm I had in those moments. The moments where I walked out of my room. Climbed the stairs. Seen my parents on their knees crying over my dead brother. I spoke softly, “Angelique is out with friends.”
It was unlike a vampire to be snuck up on but both of my parents jumped when they saw me. My mother’s chest still had a hole in it, bleeding, but she didn’t got to the fridge for blood she stood on shaky legs and made her way to me, hugged me, held me, cried on my shoulder and I held her weight.
My head was light, dizzy. I vaguely remember my father picking up Tobias’s body and taking it to the basement. I had never seen a dead vampire before. My mother took me to the basement, my father left to find Angelique not wanting her to be alone after this obvious hunters attack.
I had heard that there were vampire hunters, but I guess like vampires to humans, I thought they were a myth.
We waited, my sister had completely broken down by the time our father returned with her. He had us all in the basement. The coffin closed on Tobias. Father called the council, called the Wolf Elders, told them of what happened, warned them.
I didn’t know it at the time, but my brother had been the first casualty of war. And things were only going to get worse.