Girl talk
I left you on a considerably happy ending, did I not? Sadly it does not stay on a high note. But all things must come down; it's the law of gravity, and life. So do not hand me pity on a plate, for me to eat up. I don't want that. I want you to understand. So understand.
I had bought a new apartment. Never been used, huge, great view. Everything I needed. Two bedrooms, a massive bathroom (had a Jacuzzi bathtub), a beautiful kitchen (all new appliances) and a living room. Vixie had given me around 20 million dollars, saying it was only a quarter of her "earth" money. I had decided to stay in New York. It was full of life, where I could just sit and waste mine. As I told you before I loved the busy streets, the parks, subways, and alleys. Everything. So I stayed there I did. Sometimes I'd stalk people, laughing at the stupid things they'd do, such as talk to themselves, walking across busy streets without looking where they were going (one guy I was watching actually got hit by a cab) and stealing money from poor blind people. All this made me all the more sad. I could never be stupid without getting killed. It just wasn't fair.
One day I met a young lady. She looked around 16, maybe 17. Short brown hair, dull brown eyes, and not a blemish on her face. I decided to follow her, she interested me in a weird, wacky way. She wore a black coat, with fur around her neck. Along with that she had on a hat, and black gloves. All in all it looked like she was going to a funeral. I followed her for awhile for awhile, until we came to an alley. She stood before me and took out a lighter. Usually I wouldn't have been worried but.something wasn't right. She moved it down to her dress, and that's when I made myself visible to her. She looked up, a look of confusion on her face. I continued to stand there, not moving, blinking, or breathing. She walked right up to me and glared into my eyes. I don't know how long I stood there before she asked, quietly "What would you like, madam?" Such a beautiful accent. I broke our gaze. " Come stay with me in my apartment, it's built for a queen, and I hate staying there alone" I was lying. I loved it by myself. The quiet, the peacefulness, the freedom, everything.
She thought about it for a moment before nodding. She turned and walked towards the apartment. The moment I knew she was a vamp. It wasn't the action that did it, it was just the familiarity between her and all of the other vamps I'd met before. I caught my breath and followed, silently. She led me to my own apartment complex.. weird. Gave me the shivers. I smiled at her and led her in.
She gasped at the sight of the inside. Suddenly she wasn't a vamp, she was a human. Her emotions were real, not fake, making her more human than vamp. She told me she loved it, and jumped around, like a little schoolgirl. I was pleased. She liked it more than I did and I had already lived there for around 6 months.
I asked her where her stuff was. She looked at the ground. "I burned it". I knew I had a blank look on my face, but it wouldn't go away. Burned her stuff. The words echoed through my brain, begging for an explanation to the act. I shook my head, and gave an embarrassed laugh. "Right, lets go on a shopping spree then." She grinned before heading out the door, more human.. human.
We went on that shopping spree. Turns out she loves fashion, music, and paintings. How she loves paintings. Sometimes she would sit there, on the couch, watching the paintings she had put up on my walls (she did all the interior decorating) as if they had a meaning. They were like her.god or something. Quite funny. We would sit around, watching TV, reading magazines or books (she LOVED fantasy), playing Nintendo (one of my favourite pastimes) or shopping. She was my best girlfriend I'd ever have. Yes she was a vamp, but so was dark. I mean as long as they don't eat you your ok.. right?
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I left you on a considerably happy ending, did I not? Sadly it does not stay on a high note. But all things must come down; it's the law of gravity, and life. So do not hand me pity on a plate, for me to eat up. I don't want that. I want you to understand. So understand.
I had bought a new apartment. Never been used, huge, great view. Everything I needed. Two bedrooms, a massive bathroom (had a Jacuzzi bathtub), a beautiful kitchen (all new appliances) and a living room. Vixie had given me around 20 million dollars, saying it was only a quarter of her "earth" money. I had decided to stay in New York. It was full of life, where I could just sit and waste mine. As I told you before I loved the busy streets, the parks, subways, and alleys. Everything. So I stayed there I did. Sometimes I'd stalk people, laughing at the stupid things they'd do, such as talk to themselves, walking across busy streets without looking where they were going (one guy I was watching actually got hit by a cab) and stealing money from poor blind people. All this made me all the more sad. I could never be stupid without getting killed. It just wasn't fair.
One day I met a young lady. She looked around 16, maybe 17. Short brown hair, dull brown eyes, and not a blemish on her face. I decided to follow her, she interested me in a weird, wacky way. She wore a black coat, with fur around her neck. Along with that she had on a hat, and black gloves. All in all it looked like she was going to a funeral. I followed her for awhile for awhile, until we came to an alley. She stood before me and took out a lighter. Usually I wouldn't have been worried but.something wasn't right. She moved it down to her dress, and that's when I made myself visible to her. She looked up, a look of confusion on her face. I continued to stand there, not moving, blinking, or breathing. She walked right up to me and glared into my eyes. I don't know how long I stood there before she asked, quietly "What would you like, madam?" Such a beautiful accent. I broke our gaze. " Come stay with me in my apartment, it's built for a queen, and I hate staying there alone" I was lying. I loved it by myself. The quiet, the peacefulness, the freedom, everything.
She thought about it for a moment before nodding. She turned and walked towards the apartment. The moment I knew she was a vamp. It wasn't the action that did it, it was just the familiarity between her and all of the other vamps I'd met before. I caught my breath and followed, silently. She led me to my own apartment complex.. weird. Gave me the shivers. I smiled at her and led her in.
She gasped at the sight of the inside. Suddenly she wasn't a vamp, she was a human. Her emotions were real, not fake, making her more human than vamp. She told me she loved it, and jumped around, like a little schoolgirl. I was pleased. She liked it more than I did and I had already lived there for around 6 months.
I asked her where her stuff was. She looked at the ground. "I burned it". I knew I had a blank look on my face, but it wouldn't go away. Burned her stuff. The words echoed through my brain, begging for an explanation to the act. I shook my head, and gave an embarrassed laugh. "Right, lets go on a shopping spree then." She grinned before heading out the door, more human.. human.
We went on that shopping spree. Turns out she loves fashion, music, and paintings. How she loves paintings. Sometimes she would sit there, on the couch, watching the paintings she had put up on my walls (she did all the interior decorating) as if they had a meaning. They were like her.god or something. Quite funny. We would sit around, watching TV, reading magazines or books (she LOVED fantasy), playing Nintendo (one of my favourite pastimes) or shopping. She was my best girlfriend I'd ever have. Yes she was a vamp, but so was dark. I mean as long as they don't eat you your ok.. right?
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