Exactly a week ago, in the middle of my mage class, I was told that the world was going to end. And that I was the one who had to save it. I just laughed. And I mean laughed, I ended up hyperventilating, nearly rolling in my seat. Shit, if I knew that Mr Hamilton (my mage teacher) wasn't joking, I would've looked less of an idiot. But, I was a lot more naïve a week ago. Now, I suppose I've matured a bit, I've started to prepare myself for the end. But I want to spend it with my mum, not traipsing off and leaving her while I supposedly 'save the world'. Feels selfish. Actually not saving the world seems selfish. I don't know, it's all too confusing. All I know that is if I want to have a future in this world, I have to save it.
When I'd finally stopped laughing, and had wiped the tears from my face, Mr Hamilton told me he was being serious, and he was so sincere in his words, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn't joking. He told me that it was prophesised that in the year when the 7th Vampyr King dies, all of life would be wiped off the face of the earth. Total apocalypse. Everything living would die, and the things that walked upon the earth that were not of the sun, would perish after a month in a state of starvation. Meaning they die of lack of blood. Yay for them. At least we go quickly. Mr Hamilton finished his little information lecture, but didn't tell me how I am the source of the cure to all of this. Little shit wanted me to suffer in silence, and worry my ass off wondering how I can save man and Vampyr kind alike. But, turns out he wasn't, he just didn't know himself. He told me to wait at the fountain at Piccadilly Circus at 2am in one week for this 'Gaspard' to show up. He said that if I didn't then the world would end. Tricky decision. Die with dignity in a month? Or die saving the world and maybe even staying alive and becoming a hero?
So here I am, waiting in the rain at Piccadilly Circus, waiting for this guy to show up. Apparently he's going to tell me what it is I'm supposed to do to save the world. Mr Hamilton didn't tell me anything except that I had to wait here, and 'wait to be approached'. Whatever that means. I'm completely soaked, and actually deciding to go home and let the world end. I don't care now; I'll probably die out here, all alone, and vulnerable, with nothing but my hairspray to protect me. I'm shivering now, and it's 2:10. The little wanker isn't going to show. I knew it. This was all a ruse to get me alone so I could be turned. Well, if that's the case, I'm going home.
"Alice?"
Oh. My. God. He is cute. I mean seriously the cutest guy you will ever see. Shaggy blonde hair that covers one eye, dimples, skinny jeans and Doc Martins. Yummy. And knows who I am. Oh, it must be Gaspard. Answer, quickly!
"Yeah, and you must be Gaspard" luckily my voice stayed neutral, thank you whoever is up there in those hateful heavens. For once you let me do something right.
"Yes, I am Gaspard. You're soaking, why didn't you bring a coat or something?" his eyes flicker over me, taking in what must be a sight of tangled wet hair, and … shit, wet t-shirt. My life is over. I'm blushing now. Lucky me. Cute guy and I blush. Well, I have a good reason to. The guy can probably see my bra right now, actually it is quite dark, and maybe I'm too covered in shadow?
"Well, it wasn't raining when I left, and I don't really care if I get wet. I like the rain. It refreshes me." I think I'll try a coy smile. Nope, comes off as a smirk, now I'm really going to look unattractive.
"Same for me, but I think you've had a bit too much rain. We can't have our saviour dying before the world is supposed to." He's walking towards me and I'm shivering like a lunatic. Didn't actually realise how cold I am until he mentioned it. Now I'm too cold, and the rain isn't helping one little bit. In fact I think I may die. But, wait. I now have his coat round my shoulders. "Here, this should keep you warm."
"Err, thanks," now I sound pathetic. Great.
"Maybe we should go somewhere covered? My flat isn't far from here, just round the corner. You know, the road leading to Chinatown? There's blankets and clothes if you want to borrow something dry." Wow, he really cuts to the chase. But I suppose if we have to talk, we might as well do it out of the rain. So I find myself nodding, and my hair is now flapping like seaweed.
Walking with Gaspard is like walking with someone really fast. I'm so out of breath it's a wonder I have any left. But I mean I have to keep up with him, he's my only protection, and I really want to know how I'm going to save the world. So I gotta keep up. God my feet hurt, stupid converses, I swear my feet are going to fall off in a minute if don't stop walking.
"Just here, sorry I was so fast. It's just I don't like being out so late."
Finally, he has actually stopped. It's so nice not to be moving, but I suppose this is only till he can get the door opened, which he has now done. Very quickly I must say. His hand gestures to the door so that I can now go through.
"Thanks," smiling as I'm going past. He's smiling too, and… bugger. He's got fangs.