I'll Be There
Summary: Rudolph knew that he wouldn't remember Tony after the change; that wouldn't stop him living it up with his only friend. He would give him the world, for that was all he could do.
I smiled at Tony. "You've got the stone... Thank you, my friend." I grinned, my fangs poking into my lip. A simple human gesture.
Tony shot me a bright smile; he could light up the sky. I was hesitant, at first, to lower my barriers and let this boy in, but I'm glad I that this boy, a mere mortal, could have so much trust in me... Nobody has trusted me for years. I don't even think my mother does. I'm around three hundred and sixty four years old; I've met murderers, rapists, even Jack the Ripper. I've killed. I'm not stupid. I know my limits. I know what I can and can't do. And I'm scared. I'm scared that leaving this boy behind will affect me in my human life.
Tony squeezed my cold hand gently. The wind was sliding through his blond hair. "You okay, dude?" he asked softly, bright blue eyes peering into mine. I rested my forehead against his and smirked. We were hovering above the sky.
"I'm fine. Just..." I sighed. "Just give me a few moments?"
Tony smiled innocently. His red mouth was stretched over his white, white teeth. He had a large gap at the front where he had lost a tooth.
I felt like shooting off... and so I did, I zoomed off in the black abyss. Yanking him by his arm, he started screaming, utterly enthralled. I flew him high into the night sky, then dove down so he could brush his hands against the wet grass.
I flew him all over Scotland; at least, that's how he perceived it.
I was laughing, truly happy for the first time since I was turned.
"Puppy Power!" he screamed as the clan came into view. I smiled and waved. Anna was grinning and pointing. Gregory was glaring but he had a happy smirk on his face. Father was... proud. He seemed over joyed, giddy. Mother was smiling at me, warmth radiating from her cold body. The clan was in uproar. I noticed a few people missing, but I honesty couldn't care less in that one moment.
I was happy.
We landed gently, Tony letting go of my hand and running to Father. He held out the stone in his hand, stubby fingers curling over the precious gem. I followed him, staring in awe at the comet.
"I believe you've been looking for this." Tony smiled.
"Thank you, my friend." Father smiled. It came out as more of a grimace, and Tony hid behind me. "It's the time of the ceremony!" Father yelled, holding the stone in-line with the comet.
"Get in line, everyone." my mother spoke softly, proudly ruffling mine and Tony's hair.
"Tony?" Tony's mother shouted, getting out of the large car. Dottie, I think her name was.
"Mom!" he shouted, running up to her and throwing his arms around her waist. I turned away from the all too cute sight, staring at my father. He was reciting the words; the oh-so dreadful words that would mean the end of this curse. They were good, but also very bad.
They'd mean we'd be forced to forget everything. Our heads would be full of artificial human knowledge, so we wouldn't seem strange when we finally lived amongst the humans.
A large blimp got in the way of the ray. I gasped and let out a shout. Rookery, with his neon cross, was blaring it into our eyes.
It hurt. It hurt oh-so much. It was like jumping into freezing water from a fifty foot-high boat. It felt like a million knives stabbing your body; you couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak... you'd be at the mercy of the water. And it would mean your inevitable death.
Rookery kicked the stone out of fathers hands, laughing hysterically. He pointed it at the comet, "Time to get rid of those nasty leeches once and for all," he sang.
"Hey! That's my blimp!" Tony's dad shouted. He ran forward, ripping off his apron. He raised a clenched fist and smacked him across the face. He walked away, shaking his hand. His eyes shone with pain.
His mother strode up, Rookery spluttering and clutching his face. He held the cross up to her and she spoke, rather confidently "I don't think so."
Hearing those words, I smirked. It was just like when I had terrorized the McAshton boys.
She slapped Rookery, then punched him in his stomach. He was choking on his blood, stumbling too close to the edge of the rocky cliffs. Tony's dad pushed him off, Rookery screaming all the way. I heard a large thump, then a blood-curdling squelch! Tony shuddered near his car. I watched him, ignoring the stone.
My eyes shot towards the stone. I should have never took my eyes off of it.
The stone was twisting, tumbling in the air. I could never catch it; no one was watching it so suddenly drawing attention would to it would do nothing, they'd blame me for not catching it.
It was falling oh-so close to where Tony was standing.
"Tony!" I screamed. His head snapped up and he looked around for a split second before his cerulean eyes settled on mine. Gesturing wildly at the falling jewel, I shouted, "Catch it!"
He caught it in a graceful leap. The clan turned, almost has one, to stare at him. He held it to the comet. A beam of light connected them. "Tony, you know what we want! Wish it!" I yelled, turning around in a panic.
He closed his eyes tight, mouth moving.
The beam got stronger, oh-so stronger. I panicked. A smile curled at my lips.
A thick smoke started curling around us. I smiled once more.
Even if I can't remember Tony, I thought, I'll always remember the thrill, the excitement. Maybe not what it was from, but I'll know the feelings.
I was disappearing now; I was forgetting. I turned my head around and smiled at him. I'll never forget you, I mouthed. I'll always be there. If you ever need me, just whistle.
Tears had sprung to Tony's amazing bright blue eyes as the thick smoke billowed around me, and as he ran to give me one last hug, I'd disappeared...
and woke up to a damp, yellow roof gleaming down at me, my chest heaving.