AN -
. - geez, i swear you're physic, how'd you know? i haven't written it yet, but the small redhead will come in again :)
when i look in your eyes - nice name! i'll try to write more.. yeah i'm getting bored of the twilight stories with different characters, and thank you :)
mystic-ocean-lily - thank you :) yes i agree finn can suck it up.. still gotta figure out a way he should go.. or not? what do you think?
xmoonlitx
Everything that I do, reminds me of you - Avril Lavigne
(Jamie's point of view)
8 weeks after the incident, my cast was finally off. It needed the two extra weeks because of the extra damage the chain chair had done to my arm.
I flexed my arm only to have a strong jolt of pain run through. I winced and rested my arm on my lap as if it still had a cast on. Del, the girl who begged to be turned, had ripped off my cast, with no machine, no knife, just ripped off. I was starting to thinking about the advantages of being a vampire. Inhumane speed, strength. Over exaggerated senses, mind reading, healing saliva, rock hard bodies, immortal, all amazingly beautiful.
Disadvantages?
Murderers.
I think that was enough to overrule the whole advantages section. I'd rather be a dull, ugly, fat, human, than a stunning, smart, strong vampire who killed mercilessly. I think it's true what they said in books. Vampires have no souls, they have no heart. They are the undead, so why the heck don't they go back to hell?
Del sometimes came in to talk to me when Finn had to go to 'meetings'. She liked me because she wanted to talk to a human. Something she had once been.
It wasn't that I didn't think she had a soul, but it was slowly fading, slowly. She would talk about her human life, how perfect it was. Perfect family, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend, whom she killed right after she was turned because she was in need of human blood. She said it wasn't her fault. It was that or she died too, because apparently if you don't get blood right after you're turned, your body starts to die. It was selfish, but I didn't say anything.
She wasn't all that good at mind reading yet, at least not mine. All the vampire 'advantages' were still new to her. Sometimes she'd hug me a little too tight, or jump a little too high.
Del was definitely prettier, not that she wasn't before, but her eyes turned a silvery black color, clashing with her orange hair that swayed below her shoulders. Originally her eyes were a soft brown color, apparently. She would've looked like an adorable puppy with brown eyes.
"Oh shit," she muttered and stood up, looking at the wall as if she could see through it. "I think Damien's calling me again."
Damien, being her roommate, sort of. Every vampire in this society had a partner, or a roommate. They hoped that Del and Damien would eventually accept each other and become partners, but it wasn't looking good. They were complete opposites. Vampires are neat, but in different ways, and apparently Damien doesn't like Del's way, and Del doesn't like his. They always rearranged their furniture, and constantly fought. Sometimes I would hear from 4 rooms down. It didn't sound pretty.
"Go," I urged her, seizing my chance, "I'll stay here."
"Promise?" she asked, looking me in the eyes to attempt mind reading.
Promise.
She smiled satisfactorily and left.
I had nothing to bring. I didn't exactly plan anything, I was just going to leave. It was better than being here. With all the vampires, waiting for my death, I wished they would already kill me.
Val's mark throbbed. It usually did at the time of the day, I didn't know why. Finn's just constantly pulsed, I was used to it. Maybe it was because of their presence, but why would Val's throb once a day. He was never here, ever.
Anger filled me, every time I thought about him, and then remorse, for trusting him. Hate, because of his existence, but then sorrow, loss took over. That little part of me that had feelings for him, missed him, yearned for him. I hated myself for it. I didn't want to think of the unworthy traitor.
I wished they had doors, so I could just simply peek out the door, but no, instead I had to make a big entrance through the wall. Maybe if I could hear through the wall, but no, only vampires could hear through the wall. It was normally empty anyway, except for that one time. I decided to take the risk and confidently walked towards the door.
Sweet success it was. No vampires were in sight, but I had no idea where I was. I took a few cautious steps to my right, almost expecting vampires to jump out from the walls and suck the living soul out of me.
The room I was in was at the corner of the fork. That was the only way I could remember where I was, because there were no fricking doors. Not even a number to indicate which room it was.
I went down the right of the fork and immediately I heard Del's screeching voice screaming at Damien.
"Well, I'm sorry I like some color! Why do you always have to be so goth? YOU ANNOY ME SO MUCH DAMIEN!" she screamed. "WHY CAN'T I JUST HAVE ONE THING I WANT IN HERE?"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET OVER YOURSELF AND GET RID OF IT?"
"NO DAMIEN! FUCK YOU!"
I almost sighed in relief that I wasn't alone in the never ending corridor. There was no end, literally, none that I could see anyway. It was just white. I was starting to freak out already. What the exit was somewhere along the wall? I couldn't risk just walking into another room with vampires and get eaten.
The more I thought about it as I stood out Del's room, the more appealing it sounded, except I was not about to step into Del's room. She would kill me.
I ventured further down the corridor and decided to stop after I couldn't hear Del anymore. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst. The worst case scenario is I walk into the meeting Finn is supposed to me and Gerard is there, every vampire is there, ready to kill me. I shook the thought away.
With shaking legs, I walked straight to the wall and closed my eyes, stupidly. I waited for someone to gasp, or laugh, or any movement after the wall closed behind me, but there was none.
I opened my eyes timidly to find an empty room. I almost laughed out of relief, but there was no time for that, but I didn't get why it was empty. Where were the vampires that lived here at?
The room was identical to mine, but there was a cupboard, probably for clothes, and a mirror. An average vampire's room, I guessed, but it didn't help me one bit. I need an exit, maybe even a window that a human was capable to break. Anything.
I walked out, realizing it wasn't going to help me, but there was someone in the corridor. My heart stopped and immediately jumped back into the room before the wall closed, but he had already seen me.
"Jamie!"
That voice. I froze, but the wall had shut behind me. I ran back out and into his arms.
"Val," I gasped, and breathed in his honeycomb chocolate scent. "Oh Val."
"Jamie, what are you doing here?" he pulled me away to look at me. His eyes weren't the bright pool blue anymore. It was just an average baby blue. He hadn't drunk anymore blood since me.
"I, I w-was going to, r-run," I blubbered, not realizing that I was crying. Tears of relief came streaming out and I pulled him back in, but then I realized what I was doing and pushed him away. "Bastard!"
"What?" he exclaimed, alarmed at the sudden mood change and stumbled back.
"You left!" I accused and wiped my tears away furiously.
"Jamie," he sighed and he seemed to smile the slightest. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't going to cut it!" I yelled, forgetting that we were in serious danger of other vampires coming out at the noise. "You left me with Finn! Out of all people! You- you-" I ran out of things to say.
"There was nothing I could do!" he protested, not so loudly and held my struggling arms firmly, but not enough to hurt. "Stop, I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't g-" I paused, remembering that I'd already said that.
Val chuckled and let go of my right arm, examining how much bigger it'd gotten. "I am truly sorry."
"It's okay," I muttered before I could stop myself.
"Really?" he whispered and looked up at me.
I reached out to touch the cross on his cheek that Gerard had made. He stared at me, unmoving, waiting for an answer.
"No!" I snatched my hand back and looked away, flushed. Why did he have to be so damn hot?
I think he heard my thoughts because he chuckled and stroked my cheek. His touch sent shivers through my body and I lifted my hand to hold his, not wanting it to leave my face. I grimaced at my action and pulled away completely from him and his seducible lips.
"Jamie," he murmured in his husky, irresistable voice, "please forgive me."
I wanted tell him that he was already forgiven, but I wouldn't let those words come out of my mouth. I looked away before he could read my mind, but I had a feeling he already got a partial of my thoughts.
Suddenly he was so close, I was looking at his chin. He lifted my head up and kissed me, passionately. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his silky black hair.
"Isn't anyone going to see?" I whispered between ragged breaths.
"Everyone's in the red hall," he told me.
I stopped cold.
"Red hall?" I growled, flashbacks of 2 months ago flashing through my mind. "Why aren't you there?"
He looked down guiltily and dropped his hands away from me, "Do you really think I could go after last time? Ever again?"
"You would really stop drinking blood because of me?" I asked in astonishment, flattered.
"Yeah, well- wait!" he looked up in surprise. "What?"
"Why would you stop?" I changed my tone back to hatred.
"How could I go back?" he asked and lifted his hand to my cheek. I didn't pulled away, but instead, took a step forward, subconsciously. "After your reaction last time, I just couldn't. I see you whenever I think about blood."
I looked down at his mark and fingered it lightly. "It pulses once a day, in the afternoon."
"I come around your room, once a day, in the afternoon," he whispered and pressed his lips gently on mine.
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maybe i overdid it? please review, :)