Finally! I know it's been a while, but I have a job now and I have had classes for the past week too. I hope you like this chapter. PS- Please read my other story: the crow: a second chance. PPS- I got a review abot someone saying wiccans cant bring the dead back. I know that. I am wiccan. My character (keira) is a special kind of witch (of my own invention) that just follows the wiccan laws.
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I closed my book, I needed to get to sleep. My parents didn't care about my strange sleeping habits of staying up all night and sleeping all day. They were glad they didn't have to see me. But I know Aunt Lucy will want to see me. She'll probably drag me out of bed, all the while smiling and insisting it was such a nice day. She's little, but she's also cheerful- and sleeping the day away isnt cheerful and she wont allow it. I guess I would have to see if anyone came to wake me up. I'm not sure weather I'd wake up on my own once the sun came up. I know someone could wake me up though. Oh well, I'd better just go to sleep.
I hid the book under my bed along with my inks and stylus. Just in case Cheerful Lucy came in. I don't want her to find a book full of spells and 'supernatural' experiences, now do I? Well, anyways: SLEEP. I have to remind myself or else I'll just do something else. It isnt natural for me to stay up all day and sleep all night. I'm nocturnal in almost all aspects of myself. I think I'll have to try and pull it off. I pulled off my shirt, careful not to tear it any further. I had the slashes in the fabric just where I wanted them. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants that 'could fit three people in them'. Except for the waist. People ALWAYS assume that is you have baggy pants that they are about to drop down off of you. NOT mine. Mine actually fit. The legs are just very wide. I unbuckled my boots and drug them off. They made a very loud clunk-ing noise when I dropped them on the floor. I took off my sports bra and underwear, also black, and slipped on an oversized Black Sabbath T-Shirt that hung down to mid-thigh.
I switched off the only light that was on (and it was very dim too. I don't need that much light.) and climbed into bed. Now the hard part: getting to sleep. I tossed and turned, apparently there were no comfortable positions to be lain in on this bed at the moment. I tried everything, even meditating and trying to convince myself that I acually was tired. Nothing worked. I wasn't going to get to sleep. I may as well find something to do. I crept out of my room and upstairs. I quickly, silently navigated to the kitchen, which had a phone. Let me guess, you think I'm gonna phone home, right? HA! I'm calling Damon. I quickly dialed his phone number. I knew he'd probably be up. It was only 3:00 am.
"Hello?" a voice answered. I barely reconized it as Damon's.
"Hey, Damon. I miss you." I was whining. I know, I felt really stupid. But it's Damon, he understood perfectly. "These people are weird. And I'm just not cut out for this sleeping at night thing!" I was trying to whisper, but I was so frusterated.
"Shhh… Its okay." He soothed in his deep and rather gravelly voice. He knew how to calm me down, I got like this a lot. "How about you stay up tonight, take a run or something, then come back, stay up all day, and then you can sleep tomorrow night –or is it tonight now? Okay?" He always had to point ot the obvious. Grrr.
"Okay. So,what are you doing?" I said, intending to run up Aunt Lucy's phone bill overnight.
"I see what you're doing. But there is no way to stop your mouth unless I hang up. And you know I'd never do that. The guys are coming over to practice tonight. Hard to practice, though without a singer." He said, making me feel a bit guilty. I sighed.
"How good are your phone speakers?" I asked.
"I see what your getting at. You know I hooked up my speaker right so I can get good quality. You want to sing over the phone, don't you?" I replied with an innocent-sounding 'yea'. If you're wandering why in the world wold someone want to practice their band at 3 in the morning, its because they are like me but they're all purebloods. Not mixes and they don't have anything else to do. And if you're wandering why in the world some one would hook speakers up to a phone that already has a speaker, the answer is that Damon has a thing about moving around a lot when people are talking to him so he got a speaker phone. But he hated that the quality of their voices were so bad so he hooked his own speakers up to it. He's obsessed with sound quality. "Well, the guys are setting up, I'll tell them the plan." I heard a click as he put me on the speaker and I could hear their voices and various noises setting up.
"Hey guys!" I said, and heard an enthusiastic chorous of 'hi's coming back at me. "What song are we gonna start with?" I asked, hoping they would pick 'Pain', which was a new one I wrote.
"Well, since I am getting clear signals from your brain that you want us to do the new song we'll start with that… uh, what's it called again?" He was joking. He better be joking.
"Jason! If you aren't joking, I will come out there and rip your throat out with my teeth, but only after I flay your 'shifter skin with my brand new 6 in. SILVER blade!" He was in hysterics now, I could hear his laughter, along with Damon and Eric's. I giggled, convinced he was joking.
"Okay, guys, let's do 'Pain.'" Eric said. I heard noises as they took their places and Jason began beating a steady rhythm out on his drums and Eric and Damon joined in with their guitars. The music's beat was similar to 'Welcome Home (sanitarium)' by Metallica. I heard the music's cue and I began singing:
"All alone I stand here now
Bereft of all others' love or care
I face the world alone out here
Without a shield or lover's hand
My heart grows weary yet still I roam
Through this land of dead hopes and dreams"
I let the music fill me and all I did was sing- this was how I coped most of the time: I sang.
"All alone I sand here now
This world of horrors killing me
It's all full in my face
I cant stand it much longer, the cruelty of it all"
I felt the music flow through me and felt myself being swept away and devoured by it.
"All alone I stand here now
I try and run away
But I am held here
by the unmerciful hands of fate
I wont be here much longer
My weary body giving in
I Wont look back- No, No I wont."
They finished by having Eric and Damon going into an extremely fast and intricate guitar piece, Jason joining in here and there when he felt like adding the drums. This was gonna be great in out next gig. I just hoped I didn't have to do that over the phone too.
"That was Great, Keir." I heard Eric compliment me. I grinned and replied, with a mock airy tone:
"I know," then on a more serious note I continued, "I finished it on the way over here. I Like the music you guys fixed for it." Just then something alerted me to another presence nearing the room. "I've gotta go. There's someone here." I whispered and hung up. I was completley focused on the presence now. I could hear human footsteps on the wooden floor. They paused just outside the door. I reached out with my mind, trying to get a glimpse of who was there. At first I thought it was Sam ad his friends come to spy on me but They were all so clumsy. This pair of feet were very quiet for a human, very practiced. That's when it hit me. Michael. He was a half vampire once, he probably recalled at least a bit how to walk like a hunter. "Hello Michael." I said as the door began to crack open. As soon as I said his name the steps became more sloppy, more human-like.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asked, a strange brand of curiousity painted on his face. He looked a bit suspicious of me.
"You're not as quiet as you may think you are. After all, you're only human." I paused, then looking pointedly at him said: "You are human again, right?" My eyebrow arched in mock curiousity. Ah, games. So much fun, if only I could have drawn this one out a bit more. He's family though.
"What would you know about it?" He questioned, "Unless…" his voice trailed off while he pondered. I heard a very quiet voice in my mind: 'Don't reveal any secrets.' David. The voice was David's, he was communiating with me. Sounded more like a threat I thought dryly. I looked a Michael intently, studying his face. He finally looked at me and asked: "How do you know?"
"I have my scources." I replied shortly.
"Who were you talking to?" he asked
"Some friends of mine. We had to practice for a gig that I hope to be home for." I was suddenly reminded how hungry I was as a jolt of pain lanced through my body. It was Michael. Having a human bloodbag standing in front of me was remiding me how long it was since I had last fed. I gripped the table so tightly my knuckles were white. I felt my canines grow and my eyes had changed to a golden colour outlined with black. I wont look at Michael. I repeated to my self over and over again. I wont let him see me like this.
"Look at me." He suddenly demanded. Oh, shit. I ignored his request and kept looking at the floor. "Look at me." He repeated, more forcefully this time. As the pain traveled through my body, cramping all my muscles, demanding the precious hemoglobin in human blood. I turned my body away from him, forcing my muscles to work, and before he could blink an eye, I was out the door.