When these pillars get pulled down,
It will be you who wears the crown,
And I'll owe everything to you
How much pain has cracked your soul?
How much love would make you whole?
You're my guiding lightning strike
I can't find the words to say,
But they're overdue,
I've traveled half the world to say,
I belong to you
Disclaimer: Yeah, I stupidly forgot to put this is in earlier *facepalm*. That's what I get for redoing the story. There are references to the series Blue Bloods in this story (read that series -- it's better than Twilight!) which I, pathetically, forgot to credit rightly to Melissa de La Cruz until a reader pointed that out! IM SORRY!
Oh, but this isn't a crossover. The references are totally harmless; I just used names from that story (cause they sounded nice).
that asides, enjoy reading 3
Thursday, June 3rd, 11:09pm
I remember when I was a child. I remember imagining my future, seeing it like it was a reflection in a mirror.
I had always known what to do with my life.
Now, I didn't know what I was doing. Where I was going.
There was blank space in my mirror where my life went awry, where I decided to do something else with my life. But I didn't know how it happened. I couldn't remember. I can't remember anything from the past three years. Vague memories depicted solemn dinners with my father, eating Chinese takeout on Thanksgiving, endless studying, mindless evening with my friends where I had little to contribute to conversation. And before that --before these three years-- I remembered my old dreams.
I wanted to be a graphic artist; newly accepted into Stanford University. I had everything under my belt, nothing fearful to anticipate except for medical school applications. I was excited; spending my next four years in California was the epitome of happiness. The only sad thing in my life: my twin brother, Rehan, was going to stay across the country: he was going to Yale.
I am a Chemistry major with a minor in Latin. For the past three years, I had used every excuse I could to get out of Palo Alto, CA. I had been studying abroad in the UK for my entire junior year. Now, I was doing chemistry research in Cecina, Italy. My social life was limited to my one best friend and her boyfriend. I hadn't seen my brother in three years. He was dead.
So much had changed in the past three years. And what had I done in the past three years? Why was I remembering everything now?
I felt awake like I had never been before in my life. Awake for the first time in three years. But Rehan was still dead. What happened?
I shut my eyes, and drifted to sleep, blocking my thoughts out, as I always have.
Then she attacks me like a Leo,
When my heart is split like Rio,
But, I assure you my debts are real
I can't find the words to say,
When I'm confused,
I've traveled half the world to say,
You are my mu
Thursday, June 3rd, 10:12pm
"Molto grazie, Vittoria," the thickly accented voice of my Italian professor thanked me as I finished labeling the last test tube. Professor Ricci was probably mistaking my long hours of research work with him as avid interest rather than the lack of a social life I really had. I hoped he didn't think I was too enthusiastic about this; the fourteen hours I spent in the lab today were calming, but pleasantly stressful.
"No problem," I replied in fluid Italian. The four years of Italian I had taken in high school were certainly paying off this summer. As I scribbled a few last measurements onto my lab book, my left hand groped the lab computer for the off button. The computer hummed to sleep, and I stuffed my things into my bag: pencil, lab book, graphing calculator.
"Have a safe drive back, Miss Vittoria," Professor Ricci walked over to his own corner of the lab. I felt bad; he had been here since 8 A.M. with me, since undergraduate students couldn't be without unauthorized personnel. My lonely professor probably had more of a life than I did.
"Grazie," I said, nodding back at him as I shut the door of the lab behind me. My feet tapped against the tiled floor of the Universita' Populare's Chemistry Building as I made my way down to the ground floor. The hallways were dark, and I jogged down the stairs. I shouldn't have stayed at the lab this late; it was dark outside, and the nearest parking lot was a five minute walk. College campuses in Italy were about as safe as downtown Roma.
But as I made my way through the winding sidewalks of the university, the pale moon shone on my face, on the trees, on the ground. My head drew upward and I stopped to look up. It was a beautiful night. The chilly wind permeated my sweater, blowing my black hair into my eyes. It was refreshing. I shut my eyes; cold weather and cloudless nights made me nostalgic of summers with my brother in New Jersey. I resumed walking, shaking my head and keeping wary of my surroundings.
Absent minded as I walked, my hand slipped into my bag and my fingers slithered around, searching for the necessary things in paranoia. My iPod was there, my calculator...cell phone? Worried, I quickly ran my hand around my jeans pockets; no cell phone. Was it in my bag? My hand dove in there again, with no results. Damn. Did I forget it in the lab? I doubted Ricci would still be there...
It has to be in my bag, I though worriedly. I ran to a bench on the side of the cobblestoned path. Desperately, I dumbed the contents of my bag onto the bench, sitting down next to it. I was making a hell of a noise, undoubtedly any pedophile in close proximity would know my presence. I had to check fast. I fingered each object as I slipped it back into my bag. My fingers wrapped around a familiar object I had overlooked: my cell phone. I took a breath of relief, and looked up, ready to stand back up and run to my car.
But somebody stood in front of me. My heart stopped; all body systems shut down. The first thought that registered in my head was that he probably thought I was pathetic by the way I gaped. That was the first and only thought, because the next second, he was gone. He was pale, his skin shining in the moonlight, with dark hair. His features were handsome, lean, and muscular: beautiful.
And he was oddly familiar.
Rehan?
My lungs capsized; my heart stood still for that split second of realization. And then he was gone.
I blinked my eyes, and there was nobody there. I was probably hallucinating again; I saw Rehan almost everywhere now. My heart started to return to normal rate, my breathing restarting.Nobody is here. Nobody is here. I told my self repetitively, trying to calm myself down. My legs shaking, I stood up slowly, glancing all around me for any sign of anybody.
And nobody was there.
Perhaps hallucination was a side effect of depression.
(Ah! Rponds ma tendresse,
Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse,
Rponds ma tendresse,
Rponds ma tendresse,
Ah! Verse-moi l'ivresse,
Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse,
Rponds ma tendresse,
Rponds ma tendresse,
Ah! Verse-moi l'ivresse,
I belong,
I belong to you alone)
Thursday, June 3rd, 10:23pm
"I got three," Felix grinned at Demetri. Demetri continued walking over to Felix, looking defeated.
"Two," he said, the corner of his lip twitching down. Felix laughed in victory.
"I wasn't especially thirsty," Demetri said quickly, pursing his lips and looking to the moon. The moonlight glittered on his pale, exposed skin. Felix got up off the bench.
"Is something up?" Felix asked. Demetri shook his head.
"No," Demetri shook his head, swallowing his venom and looked up at the moon. Strange impacts humans had on vampires. Sometimes it seemed as if vampires were dependent on humans, as if humans had the real power over vampires.
Why hadn't he killed the girl and won his bet with Felix? She looked strangely familiar, even though her scent was totally new.
Use,
I can't find the words to say,
But they're overdue,
I've traveled half the world to say,
I belong to you
I Belong To You / Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta Voix by Muse
i know this is confusing. books are generally confusing. wait and see what happens.