*I had to clean it up alittle. (Sorry to all of you who read it before my
editing, you really had trouble, I'm guessing.) That's what I get for
writing at 1:00 in the morning. Hope you guys like the ending, hope it's
not too hard to understand what's going on…
Some years later, Aubrey found himself in a park watching the human children laughing and playing with one another. He didn't really know why he was there, but he didn't leave either. It had been only the span of 9 years after he changed Alexander. Nine years to a vampire are similar to nine months to a human. But still, many things can happen in nine months.
Risika had left after six years, which no more surprised him then it did any other vampire. She had said that she needed more adventure and lust than he could give, so she left off to India. India was where Siete claimed his land, and so Aubrey assumed that they must have crossed paths by the time that she had been there. He did miss her every once in awhile, when he drank from an addict, that is.
Alexander had remarkably still kept contact with him. He would stop by when he found time and sometimes even bring Harley along with him. SingleEarth had been good to him, he now owned a few of them around the US and fell hopelessly for Nissa. Where there was one, you would usually find the other nearby. Harley, where to begin with her. She now fashions blonde curls with brown streaks, but changes it every couple of months or so. She tries so desperately to change herself so that no one can see the resemblance between her and Risika. Last he heard, she was fucking Nikolas, but like her hair, that would probably change as well.
Aubrey was suddenly torn away from his trail of thoughts when a little girl on the playground started to stare at him. He would have ignored it, but once he looked at the little girl, he couldn't look away. She was thinner then the other children playing, but not sickly though. She had dark brown wavy hair that was noticeable to probably turn black when she grew up. And her eyes, they were so emerald green, she made he paralyzed with just a flash of them. But the thing that made him chill to the bone was her aura. Her aura was so dark that Risika's human aura seemed like nothing at all.
The girl started to walk toward him. She sat down on the bench next to him and looked up at him giggling. "You look like a witch," she said with a smile.
"A witch, huh? That's one I haven't heard."
"So are ya?"
"I'm much more powerful then a witch," Aubrey said, trying to censor what came out of his mouth, so as to not frighten the child or possibly scar her for life.
"Cool!" she said with pure enjoyment. "What kinds of things can you do?"
Aubrey started to grin, the little girl had no idea what she was getting herself into. "Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"Yes, but you're not a stranger."
"Really, what am I?"
"You're my friend."
He stopped grinning. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're like me, you don't have any friends either. So, I'll make you a deal, you can be my friend and I'll be your friend."
"I don't want a friend."
Most kids would get the hatred in his tone and get scared away, but this little girl wasn't in the least bit. She just sat there by him.
"Michela! Michela! Oh honey, you had me so worried!" A woman in what seemed like her early twenties came rushing by. She was short, stubby-like, with tanish hair, and weight issues. Really, she looked nothing like her daughter.
"What did you call her?" Aubrey demanded.
"Michela, her name. I know it's an interesting name, but the adoption agency told me that the parent wanted the adopter not to change it, so I didn't. Beautiful though, huh? She's so beautiful I can't imagine why anyone would give her away."
"Yeah, she sure is beautiful," Aubrey said with his eyes focused on Michela. The mother picked the girl up and put her on her hip.
"Well, thank you for finding her I guess, bye," and the woman was gone, telling her daughter not to talk to any more strangers. Aubrey could do nothing but stare at the little girl till her body faded in the distance and there was nothing to be seen.
Aubrey couldn't help but think back to Alexander. About Alexander's magic.
Then he remembered back to the time when he and Jessica were laying in each other's arms after wild lovemaking and Jessica had said that she wanted to change her name. "Every vampire ever changed their name after they were made. Why can't I change mine?" she had asked. "Maybe I'll change it to something exotic or sexy or evil. How about Michela?"
Some years later, Aubrey found himself in a park watching the human children laughing and playing with one another. He didn't really know why he was there, but he didn't leave either. It had been only the span of 9 years after he changed Alexander. Nine years to a vampire are similar to nine months to a human. But still, many things can happen in nine months.
Risika had left after six years, which no more surprised him then it did any other vampire. She had said that she needed more adventure and lust than he could give, so she left off to India. India was where Siete claimed his land, and so Aubrey assumed that they must have crossed paths by the time that she had been there. He did miss her every once in awhile, when he drank from an addict, that is.
Alexander had remarkably still kept contact with him. He would stop by when he found time and sometimes even bring Harley along with him. SingleEarth had been good to him, he now owned a few of them around the US and fell hopelessly for Nissa. Where there was one, you would usually find the other nearby. Harley, where to begin with her. She now fashions blonde curls with brown streaks, but changes it every couple of months or so. She tries so desperately to change herself so that no one can see the resemblance between her and Risika. Last he heard, she was fucking Nikolas, but like her hair, that would probably change as well.
Aubrey was suddenly torn away from his trail of thoughts when a little girl on the playground started to stare at him. He would have ignored it, but once he looked at the little girl, he couldn't look away. She was thinner then the other children playing, but not sickly though. She had dark brown wavy hair that was noticeable to probably turn black when she grew up. And her eyes, they were so emerald green, she made he paralyzed with just a flash of them. But the thing that made him chill to the bone was her aura. Her aura was so dark that Risika's human aura seemed like nothing at all.
The girl started to walk toward him. She sat down on the bench next to him and looked up at him giggling. "You look like a witch," she said with a smile.
"A witch, huh? That's one I haven't heard."
"So are ya?"
"I'm much more powerful then a witch," Aubrey said, trying to censor what came out of his mouth, so as to not frighten the child or possibly scar her for life.
"Cool!" she said with pure enjoyment. "What kinds of things can you do?"
Aubrey started to grin, the little girl had no idea what she was getting herself into. "Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"Yes, but you're not a stranger."
"Really, what am I?"
"You're my friend."
He stopped grinning. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're like me, you don't have any friends either. So, I'll make you a deal, you can be my friend and I'll be your friend."
"I don't want a friend."
Most kids would get the hatred in his tone and get scared away, but this little girl wasn't in the least bit. She just sat there by him.
"Michela! Michela! Oh honey, you had me so worried!" A woman in what seemed like her early twenties came rushing by. She was short, stubby-like, with tanish hair, and weight issues. Really, she looked nothing like her daughter.
"What did you call her?" Aubrey demanded.
"Michela, her name. I know it's an interesting name, but the adoption agency told me that the parent wanted the adopter not to change it, so I didn't. Beautiful though, huh? She's so beautiful I can't imagine why anyone would give her away."
"Yeah, she sure is beautiful," Aubrey said with his eyes focused on Michela. The mother picked the girl up and put her on her hip.
"Well, thank you for finding her I guess, bye," and the woman was gone, telling her daughter not to talk to any more strangers. Aubrey could do nothing but stare at the little girl till her body faded in the distance and there was nothing to be seen.
Aubrey couldn't help but think back to Alexander. About Alexander's magic.
Then he remembered back to the time when he and Jessica were laying in each other's arms after wild lovemaking and Jessica had said that she wanted to change her name. "Every vampire ever changed their name after they were made. Why can't I change mine?" she had asked. "Maybe I'll change it to something exotic or sexy or evil. How about Michela?"