Well, I decided to write Zoey's on her real birthday (which is tomorrow, by the way) so here's another one, this time about Erin and Dallas. By the way, I always forget this but If I owned these characters, it would make my life. Unfortunately, I don't.
Erin
Predictably, after Dallas bit me that one time, after arguing with Shaylin and Erik, he hadn't taken into account that , since he was a vampyre and I was a fledgling, we could actually wind up imprinted. I wondered how Zoey and Stevie Rae could even put up with it. You get barrages of random emotions that aren't yours, a random 'he's calling to you' that interrupts everything, and absolutely no privacy, because there's this weird thing that makes him able to see me at any point, and basically ghost-stalk me.
Granted, Zoey had loved Heath, and Stevie Rae loves Rephaim, so I'm sure they were just thrilled about all these irritating little side effects. Maybe that's what we were missing. There was no way Dallas loved me. I could sense his emotions, so this, I knew.
"Were you even listening?" He demanded angrily. Ugh.
"No, I wasn't." I snapped tensely, fed up with the face that all he seemed to care about was sex.
"I was asking you what you have planned for the week." He stated
Other than Christmas? I thought "Well, I was thinking the two of us could do something on Christmas. Plus, you are going to love your gift."
Annoyance. "Vampyres don't celebrate that incessant holiday." He snapped, with a pompous tone
That pissed me off "well, it's important to me. It's our first Christmas as a couple." I replied stubbornly
Derision. "Well, that's great, Mermaid" he used his irritating pet name for me "But I'm not celebrating, and you can't force me."
Okay, now I was a little more angry "Like you don't force me to do things." I replied venomously "Like I ever get a say in anything." I added bitterly
Irritation. "I don't get what your issue is, I said no, no means no. Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated to you?"
It's not complicated, Christmas is about spending time with people you love, not that you know what that means. I wanted to say. Instead I responded with "Like you'd take me seriously if I were the one saying no. Like no means anything to you." I didn't like the hurt tone of voice I was using.
Starting to get angry. "If I were the one saying yes, you can bet your hot little ass that it would be better than some human holiday."
Thank you Mr. Superiority Complex. I thought bitterly "Can you just give me this?" I begged
Frustration. He rolled his eyes "That's how it always starts, isn't it? Then next thing you know I have no rights left."
You mean like me? I questioned mentally. It would seem I've lost my individuality again… god knows I didn't intend to be another twin role. "Yeah, because you're so the type to quietly surrender to anything." I snapped "You know what? I'm going to go find something better to do on Christmas, you'd just ruin it."
Angry. Indignant. There goes the damn imprint again. What I wouldn't give to break the damned thing, right now. Then came the question of what to do for Christmas. My family avoided me like the plague. My friends didn't care about me, not that I blamed them. And Dallas was Dallas, it wasn't like I mattered to him. Dallas's phone rang. He answered in quickly. Nervousness and irritation.
"Hello? I thought you weren't going to call unless" He paused. Fear.
"How? I had her here the whole time. They said they were." He paused again "I'm not the psychic one! How the hell could I have known?" Fear, anxiety, resentment.
"Well, I had water here with me." He insisted, there was another pause as the other person spoke "Well, shit. I had to choose the replaceable one, didn't I?" frustration, resentment.
Replaceable!? I was not replaceable!? What the hell was he talking about. As far as I knew, I was Water here. The circle couldn't have done anything without me, unless Zoey tried to be two elements simultaneously.
"She isn't telling me shit and she's all hung up on Christmas. What the hell happened on your end?" he demanded uncertainty, fear.
"I hear Zoey talking about a mirror or something. She didn't say much except that it freaked her—and you- out before Stevie Rae got pissed." He responded. Fear, uncertainty.
"How in the hell can -okay, shutting up." He replied "I don't even want to know." Anger, fear.
She yelled at him loud enough I could hear it. "Dallas! How is it that you find a way to screw up the simplest of tasks and then ask the least pertinent of questions! It's none of your business what I saw." The voice was Neferet. Dallas wasn't even here because he liked me, not even because he found me attractive. He was her informant. I was just a source of information. He felt fear.
I summoned water from the fountain nearby that we'd met at, and had it travel over here in a ball. Dallas had turned around, so it was perfect. In the nice, minus twenty degrees Celsius weather, watching that ball of water go splat over his lying head, shorting out his phone. Utter shock and anger.
"What the fuck!?" He demanded
I smirked "Karma's a bitch. By the way, it's over. I have no place in this insanity." I ran off before he could retaliate with electricity. I ran into Nyx's Temple, which looked so quaint, covered in snow.
"Nyx, I'm so sorry. I screwed up completely and I wasn't there when I needed to be. Can you forgive me?" I whispered
Anger. Anger. Anger, anger, anger. I felt from Dallas
"Can you please break this thing? For Christmas, or something. As a miracle?" But nothing happened. The sense of Dallas' anger engulfed me like a flame, like an inferno. I never felt as alone as I did that night. The twenty third of December, two days until the supposed 'most wonderful time of the year' and I was sitting in Nyx's temple, crying over a guy who had never loved me, an imprint that might very well destroy me, and a holiday that I used to think was about miracles.
I think this is where the disillusioned comes in… Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, I guess, to stay politically correct. KShade out.
