I'M BACK! Sorry I didn't post yesterday. School got in the way, so on weekdays I'll be slow on uploading chapters. But I make this one A LOT longer than the others to make up for how the last one was so short. ENJOY!
~Laure's POV~
A lot of things have been happening lately. About a month ago my mom had a bad heart attack and passed away before she made it to the hospital.
I still feel so horrible about it. Ever since I was born, my mom had always wanted me to be perfect. Or at least her version of it. I just can't ever be it.
Her version of a perfect daughter in a small town is the popular, bubbly, school spirited, cheerleader with everyone as her friend. And not to mention, is also top of the school council, gets straight A's, and loves wearing sickeningly bright pastel colors with a smile so sweet that it's creepy.
I got the straight A's part. That's about it though. I'm more or less the kid who sits in the background with wierd rumors going around about her.
Not that some of them ain't true. But I hear the words and whispers of people when I walk by. "She's a witch! It's true!" "No! She's a vampire!" "I saw her in the woods with a fire! And the place smelled like blood and meat! I think she was sacrificin' somethin'!" "She's nothin' but an evil satanic freak!"
Okay, well one, yes I am a witch. Two, yes I'm basicly a vampire.
I like to call myself a Sanguanarian. It basicly means that I need- emphisis on NEED, to drink blood. If I don't, any Sanguanarian can tell you that after enough blood deprivation, our immune system goes to hell, our body will reject any food we put in it, and that would usually be followed by some kind of depression.
(I just sneak away the blood I drain from some frozen meat in the freezer. I've never had human blood before.)
And three, I'm not a satanist; I'm pagan. (and I do have a fire in the woods sometimes. IT'S FUN AND TASTY TO ROAST WEENIES!)
Wait, I'm getting off topic. Where was I... OH YEAH!
So anyway, after my mom passed away, I started to live with my grandparents... that didn't work out so well. They don't like the life style I have to live.
And by "life stlye" I mean that I'm basicly completely nocturnal. There are a lot of reasons I guess. One thing a lot of Sangs have to deal with is an incredible sensitivity to light.
No, we do not desintigrate or burst into flames. This can usually range from slight head aches and nausia to the feeling that our skin IS actually bursting into flames.
I get the second one.
Along with that, whenever I'm seen in town, theres always some new rumor started about me, or someone screams "WITCH!" or "FREAK!" or gets together with thier friends to pelt me with rocks... It's bad. Lets just say that.
So cutting the rambling off there for now, since my grandparents don't like to deal with having to worry about thier electric bill being any higher, they let me choose someone to stay with instead of them without telling a judge.
I chose my friend Mary. She's more or less one of the only other witches in town. She's been my friend since forever. And since she's 56, she doesn't have to ask her perants if it's okay that I stay with her.
She's the only person that knows about me being a sang, so she understands more of why I don't like going outside when it's a bright sunny day. And she thinks it's okay that I go and walk around at night as long as I have a tazer on me at all times and I'm back before 7am.
Things were getting even wierder though when I found out who my dad was. He was apparently in my moms will and I learned that his name is Timothy McGee.
I searched him online and found him. He's a government agent for NCIS, which is this navy version of the FBI.
I found some pictures of him and found his facebook. I didn't message him yet though. It's not like I know what to say really. "Hey, my name's Laure but most people call me Lorie, and I'm your daughter. Nice to meet you!" Not the best way to start a conversation.
After a while some arrangments were made so that I would meet him at the diner Mary works at and we would have breakfast there; my grandma has to come though. Oh! And did I mention that that is TOMORROW!
Tonight started out pretty much the same as the ones before, dispite my nervousness. I woke up at about 6pm (after it got dark), got showered and dressed. I met with Mary in the dining room once my hair and makeup was done.
"Child, you meetin' up with ya'lls daddy or a new boy you tryin' to impress?" she asked in her Luisianan drawl. Did I mention she's from Luisiana? No? Oh well. She is.
"You know I put on too much make-up when I'm nervous." I said taking a seat next to her and resting my head on my hand.
"Yeah I know. 'At's why I made you a glass." And with that she grabbed a small glass of dark, red liquid from the table behind her and set it in front of me.
I couldn't help but smile. Her knowing about my cravings was a good thing, I guess.
At the diner she would always save some blood she'd drain from the meat she had to defrost, and then she would put it little jelly jars and keep it in her freezer for when I'd come and visit with the urge to vent or try to calm down.
It smelled a little different though. A little warmer... and fresher. "This chicken or cow?"
"Taste it first." she urged with the all knowing smile I knew too well.
I hesitated for a moment, taking a quick look at her and back down to the glass. 'She's never steered me wong before.' And with that thought in mind, tilted my head back slightly and sipped from the brim-full glass.
'WOW! This is great! Way better than any I've had before!' Mary could read the look on my face from a mile away. "Neither."
"What?"
"It ain't no chicken or cow 'at came from." Her all-knowing smile still on her face.
"What's it from then?"
"I got a cousin from down south 'at was a Crimson Swan(1) for a while. I started tellin' her 'bout you an' she came down outta no where sayin' 'at she was passin' through. She handed me 3 little jelly jars of blood sayin' to give 'em to ya, an' she went back to her car an drove off."
'This is her cousins blood!'
"So how is it?"
My mind was still in a little shock but I managed to answer her question. "Really good actually."
She smiled a bit wider to that and sat back some. "Good. She was suprised to here that you hadn't had human blood yet. It's hard to find a good donor though."
My mind started to speed up some. 'Well it's good, blood's supposed to be nutritional, and I can't let this go to waste.' I downed about quarter of the glass and poored the rest into a jelly jar, marking an H on the top of the lid so that I'd know to save it for a special occasion.
I felt a lot better now. But I was still hungry for something else (NOT BLOOD). So I pulled out a box of coco pops, and made a bowl. After I was done with that, I rinsed out the bowl and told her I was going for a walk.
"Don't forget your tazer!" she called from the other room.
"I won't!" I walked to my room and grabbed some stuff. My messenger bag, a tower of library books-most I need to return, my jacket, and on my way out I grabbed a V8 from the fridge.
I checked the clock in the kichen; it was only 6:45. Walking out the door, I took the time to breath in the crisp smell of the red and yellow leaves all around me. They hadn't come off the trees yet, but the scent was unmistakable.
Most would say that they could barely smell anything, but being a sang has a few perks to some degree. My sences are a lot sharper than other people and I'm a really fast healer.
I decided that I would go to the park at the end of the street. I wasn't far; I was there in about 2 minutes.
The reason I came here was because ever since I was little I've always loved going on the swings. As I stepped into the new layer of mulch I layed my things by the swing of my choice and got on.
I stayed on there for a while the only lumination being the only working streetlight in the park; it's flickering light attracting moths and bats.
I should probably clarify something. Low lighting like this doesn't bother me. Just things like sunlight on a clear-skied day or more than a few lamps on in one room of a house will bother me.
Anyway, after a while of staring off into space like I usually do when I'm swinging, I smelled something. It was like the smell of the city people that pass through sometimes, but it was there and wouldn't go away.
I pyschically scanned the area for life energy. There was something a few yards behind me that seemed to be something besides a stray animal or a plant.
I stopped the swing for a moment and pulled out the tazer Mary makes me carry on me, making sure to put it in open view, and twirled it around in my fingers.
After a moment I heard footsteps and saw a guy walk down the rubbled out sidewalk. I kept an eye on him for a moment or two, making sure he wasn't going to turn around.
When he didn't, I put the tazer back and remembered that I needed to return the library books I'd finished reading. I tied my jacket around my waist, slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, picked up my books and V8, and headed toward the library in town.
After a few minutes of walking on autopilot I saw that the guy from before was walking in front of me. I just kept going though.
When I saw that he had passed the library and stopped across the street from town square, I took the opportunity to walk up to the door of the library and open the return shaft.
For a moment I felt the mans eyes on me but ignored him and dropped in the 7 books I'd finished reading this week and tucked the other two under my arm.
As I kept walking on the sidewalk I'd been on, I noticed that the man was still standing there... and he wasn't moving from his spot. He was looking at me.
I couldn't see his face from the dark, run-down streetlights from behind him; and even though I could sence with the energy around him that he didn't mean any harm I went to the sidewalk across the street and walked a little faster.
After a few seconds, I felt something rub up against my leg and I stopped to look. When I turned around I saw that it was Sassy, Mary's cat. The only time she's inside is when it snowy or raining so I don't usually see her unless I'm out.
A lot of sangs have a type of psychic ability, and I'm no exception. I can understand what animals and plants are saying. I'll have conversations with animals from all over town all the time.
Dogs usually say "Please give me a treat! Please!" or "Will you scratch behind my ears?," and cats will usually be interested in when and what their next meal is; birds will talk your ear off with just about anything, and plants will almost always tell you ways to make them grow faster.
Sassy would sometimes get into an average conversation with me, and in them she would sound completely human with the way she says things.
"That guy's strange, he just stands there and watches ya." she said to me.
I didn't look over, I just lowered my arm down as an offer of a piggy-back ride she usually asks for when she's too lazy to walk with me.
"Thank you!" she cheered as she climbed up my arm and onto my shoulder. I turned back around and kept walking, still feeling that guys eyes on me.
After I rounded a corner I opened my V8 and took sip. Sassy started to tell me about what things had happened while I was asleep.
It suprised me how much she could see in the day time when she always naps on and off. But I listened.
When it was 5am, I droped Sassy off on a street corner she usually napped on and went back to the park. I sat down on one of the steps for the tiny jungle-gym and pulled out my drawing notebook and pencil-pouch.
When it got cold I put my jacket on to stay warm. I spent I don't know how long sipping on my V8 and drawing pictures; but when I was about done with one of my dad, I took a look up for a second and glanced down the road to where the sun usually rose from around this time of year and saw that it was nearly dawn.
I started to pack up my stuff to go to the diner where me and Mary agreed that I'd go straight to for the breakfast meet up. I put my pecil-pouch away and pulled a picture of my dad out of my jacket pocket and compared it to the drawing.
I felt a strongly emotioned presence a little ways in front of me and glanced up for a milla-second and looked back down at my drawing.
'Wait! What was that!' As my eyes shot up I recognized the face immediatly as my dads! I was in complete astonishment. I set my things aside and uncertainly stood and took a few steps toward him; he took a few paces as well.
But when I was about a yard away from him, I felt a incredable burning feeling on my face. I looked over at the road and saw that the sun was rising. The light stung my eyes and I immediatly turned, grabbed my things, ran past my dad while throwing "see ya at breakfast" over my sholder in a hush tone, threw my hood up, and jumped the neighbors fence at top speed. And trust me that's fast.
I stopped when I got under the awning on Mary's patio. As I looked at the clock I saw that I was running late. In a hurry, I tucked my face deeper into my jacket, pulled out my wrap-around sunglasses, shoved my hands into my pockets and make run for the diner.
WOW! THAT WAS LONG! So tell me if you like the chapters in Laures point of view or if you'd like it better if I just do them all in McGee's. I'll try to post again soon! But if one isn't up tomorrow, BLAME THE EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM!
(1)Crimson Swan: a person that is a blood donor to Sanguanarians.
