(to be read in an emo accent)
Deadward Sullen walked this forest path often. Particularly because he knew it was purely lost from the knowledge of anyone else still breathing. Habitually the strolls were to escape the pining he kept abandoned deep inside the amplifying blackness in his heart. Other times he lusted for the silence because, if there was a god, he knew how much Deadward required refuge from his chatter-some conformist family.
(In British Narrator accent)
You see, Deadward isn't like you or I, he feels the emotions of the dark and, in a way, is a creature of it. Bound by the tales spun by the fearful on chilled nights long ago his kind has been placed gently aside from ours. Maybe, above our own, is a more correct way of putting it. For quite frequently, his kind must feed, and it is not that which has upset the natural balance but the choices of his family not to devour nature's chosen prey.
Deadward's life, however peculiar, is about to take an unanticipated ride through blindness and even stranger times by the arrival of a Miss Annabell Goose to the isolated town of Sporks, Montana.
Deadward awoke and brushed a raven tress of hair across his forehead into position with the rest of his bangs that slid slanted down his face concealing one shocking blurple eye. Still groggy from sleep he tumbled out of bed and landed face down on the floor muttering something about the accursed darkness and being tied to this miserable world. He then proceeded to crawl dejectedly to the bathroom where he just rolled around in the shower water instead of actually bathing. Next he crawled to his dresser which was knocked over on its side and pulled out a black Maxwell Demon tee-shirt and a charcoal colored pair of skinny jeans. He then jetted down stairs toboggan-style as his siblings passed him in his every day routine. He actually stood up when he reached the breakfast table. He declared that the food chain was oppressing him and then fell face down in his cereal which he had bought himself, chiefly because he couldn't eat it anyway, because he was a vegan vampire. His sister Ally and brother Wilbur, among the others were putting on their shoes and gathering their things as their "parents" reminded them of their badminton game scheduled for that weekend. They seemed to pay no attention to poor little Deadward whose morning protests could only be heard through bubbles in the milk.
When it was time to go Deadward pulled his sickly looking pale face out of the cereal bowl and boarded the Sullen mobile that was school-bound. How he hated to even imagine that place. Just thinking about it made him foam angrily at the mouth like a rabid squirrel. His surrounding siblings inched further down the seat slightly disturbed at this sight. All of the angst and awkwardness of being a teenager had cycled inside his mind for over 200 years and he still couldn't get it right! "UGGGGGGGH" Deadward squirmed and twitched at the acquired hate until his parents had to tie him down to the seat with their shoelaces. When the Sullen children reached the school they carefully removed Deadward from the seat and quietly dropped him inside the window of his first period class where he rolled under his desk. "Here early again Deadward" sighed the teacher and dropped a heavy pile of paper work down on his desk with a loud THWAK that reminded Deadward of other thawks he has heard in the past. Deadward stared down the teacher as he chewed through the thick, silver tape that had been placed across his agile mouth until the bell rang. Deadward escaped the last of his bindings but lingered under the desk as the rest of the students filed in. He despised this class with the loathing hate of a thousand flaming puppies.
The second bell rang and the teacher closed the door but a few seconds later there came a frenzied knocking upon it. "Students attention please, said the teacher as he let a short girl in, we will begin today with the introduction of a new student, Miss Annabell Goose, from Minnesota." Hello Annabell" droned the class and the cute high school girl beamed back and replied in a thick Minnesota accent consisting of many rounded vowels. Deadward squirmed on the sullied tile floor. "Well Miss Goose, asserted the teacher, you can take the lovely plot of real estate next to Mr. Sullen since he's the weird kid and nobody else wants to sit next to him. Annabell sauntered over to the desk and the teacher started his lecture. She peered under the desk to see a quite attractive looking boy glaring back at her with one blurple eye twitching relentlessly. Annabell's attention was redirected to the lesson after the gorgeous boy began hissing at her.
Now, you may be wondering why exactly Deadward is acting this way. I'll have you know that this manner of mind-set was not always the case. Deadward used to be quite the frolicsome young man. Just a year ago he was on top of the world. Then something happened to one of the Sullen siblings that Deadward could not fathom; something so horribly ghastly it was it was difficult for him to even think of think of thinking of it. And now, under the greatest discretion I will let you in on what happened……the eldest Sullen sibling.….got a life…and a job…and moved out! (DUN, DUN, DUN)
The teacher began passing out worksheets of kinematics to the students and once again Annabell looked under the desk. "Aren't yoou going too-, ""Just throw them under the desk" stated the teacher as a few pieces of paper landed on the sleek science desk. In protest Deadward writhed around and pulled him self up onto the chair where he sat with his back arched. He clamped his hand over his mouth like he was going to vomit and several times almost did. His mind once again fell into the dark, black abyss of endless shadowed times which are concepts so large they actually have cindered dusty shadows and must feed on the blackest pain of the darkest depths of melancholy, dejection and misery that leaves all hope swept away under the smothering rug of suffocating listlessness where only mortal demons dwell as an inescapable realm of fornication of the mind and the strongest warrior is left crying for sanctuary, which for only a moment it had strayed.
Annabell looked over at beautiful young man and introduced herself; "Heloo there I'm Annabell and I'm from Minnesoota, we get a loot of snoo there." Deadward simply scowled at her and remarked "My soul is more frozen than your pathetic Minnesota snow," then slammed his face down on the desk and did nothing more for the rest of the class period class period.
At lunch Annabell found a group of girls to sit with and several times she caught Deadward's sparkling blurple eye. She soon realized when he fell over onto the floor that he was actually sleeping with his eyes open. None of the others at his table bothered to pick him up. She asked the other girls about him and they replied by telling the story of his family and how he had 5 siblings that attended the school. Annabell peered over to see one of the Sullen siblings drawing a mustache on his own face with a black permanent marker. Her friend explained that they were all adopted and lived way out in the woods," like Yoda did when he was hiding from the Jedi of the dark side." She insisted that she had driven past their house one day on her way the town market and seen them all jumping through the trees like Jedi in training. Then she went on to say that she had seen another local boy turn off his "cloaking device" and turn into Chewbacca. Needless to say after those remarks Annabell stopped listening to this girl in particular and chatted with gaiety to some of the others at her table.
As you will come to see the Sullen clan is quite eccentric indeed! In fact we have a song in the narrator universe to describe them!!! It goes:
Here's the story, of some weird lady, who was on a quest for a vampire husband of her own. She soon found him and they adopted a bunch of other nerds. Here's the story of a vampire named Sullen who was busy avoiding many medical malpractice suites! So he decided to become a vegetarian and then some more stuff happened. And by some point, they had collected 7 children, they knew it wasn't enough to form a cult, but this odd group must somehow form a family And that's how they all became normal except for Deadward.
The end of the day inched nearer and nearer and soon night came and once again swallowed by the sun again and again. A week had passed and Deadward had neglected to show up for his first period class each time. Annabell became distraught with trying to catch up with lessons of the devilish physics lacking a lab partner to aid her. His mysterious aura had enthralled her and just somehow the lack of his presence made him seem even more ….super juicy delicious.
A.N. ummm..yeah...I wrote this cause i was bored.