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Present
Godric
I woke up again to the sound of Isabel and Stan arguing. Stan was talking about how the vampires should gang up on the Fellowship of the Sun and Isabel was telling him how idiotic he was being. I laughed silently to myself. Typical Isabel and opppsites living under the same roof. I walked to my dresser. There lay Evette's picture. Her long golden curly hair hung off her shoulders in ringlets. Her green eyes like emeralds piercing into my soul. I could still remember her laugh. I miss her so much. She was the only one that ever made me feel. I never got to attend her funeral since it was daylight when it occured. I put the picture so that it was facing down. Evette had been gone for would never return to me.
I walked out of my room, my mood soured by the memory of Evette, to complete the duties of shrieff of Area 9.
Juliet
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome To The Annual Piano Competition, where young adults compete for the Julliard scholarship."
Everyone clapped as I started to freak out. A flashback of my last minute warm up reminded me how unready I was for this.
"I'll be right back Mom, I just have to go to the bathroom."
My mother looked at me frantically. I was about to be called onto the stage. "Are you sure you need to do that right at this very moment?"
Ha, mother always the caring one. "Yes. I desperately do."
"Well, alright, but be quick!"
I rushed to my dressing room, grabbed a tiny black box and went into the bathroom stall. I opened the box and took out the often used razor. I breathed in deeply and pressed it to my wrist, facing vertical. I waited another moment and dug the razor a little deeper. Red started to seep out of the cut. Red. A color used to show danger, a do not cross sign. I was tired of rules and piano practice, and having to be perfect. I pushed the razor down harder. More blood rushed to the surface. I was starting to feel dizzy. I laid on the bathroom floor. So cold. Some blood started to get on the floor. I heard the bathroom door open.
"Juliet Monroe?"
"I'm here..." I started to relpy as I slowly drifted off to a better place.
2 days later
Godric
I had decided to go to the church one particular evening to see who this Jesus person was that the Fellowship of the Sun was always raving about. I went to a private church obviously. When I got inside, I saw an open casket. I glanced at the message board and saw that this was the wake of some girl named Juliet Monroe. I guess the humans attended earlier. I walked to the casket and peeked inside.
Juliet looked like a clone of Evette. It was like reliving the past. I imagine that this would be what Evette would have looked like in her casket. Lifeless, but still beautiful. I touched Juliet's cheek. It was cold, kind of like feeling my own skin. My finger grazed her lip. It was soft and tempting. I checked my surroundings to make sure no one was around. No on but me and Juliet. I leaned down, my nose gently hitting hers while I placed my cold, dead lips against hers. A red tear escaped my eyes as a bright flash went off.