Reliving the past of tomorrow
Again I left you hanging. Not something I meant to do, really. I guess sometimes life just turns you away from what you think is important. And on that note I will tell you the next chapter in my story.
After the attack I went home to my apartment. I slept all the next day, and the next night. In those two days I never saw Saphire once. And when I did she just glared at me and walked past.
After three days I was as fully healed as I could be. I had quite a few scars, especially on my wrists and neck.
It didn't bother me that Saphire was pissed. I was to busy fighting my own inner demon, I didn't have time to try and figure out what was wrong with her.
Now when I look back I wish I had.
For about a week we just ignored each other, until one day she just snapped. I was in the kitchen making my favourite thing to drink.green tea. When she came up behind me and bit deep into neck. I felt the electric pain I had felt so many times before, run up my spine. I gave a small moan, before pleading with her to stop, this wasn't the way to end our friendship.
She ignored me. She continued to drink the blood. Finally she let me drop to the ground.
Black. I saw black.everywhere. I felt pain, not only from the wound but also from the thought of being killed by your closest girlfriend. This was all too much to bear.
And then I felt her pealing away my clothing. What the hell was wrong with her? Had she gone insane?
I felt her lift me with ease, and then walked into another room before dropping me, softly in the new Jacuzzi bathtub, and filling it up. She then took my left wrist, and drank from that as well. I was confused, and tired, and quite ready to die. I could smell the blood, and feel it.all around me. Disgusting. She let that wrist drop before grabbing the right one and going through the same procedure.
Finally she ended and stood there, watching over me. Why I don't know. She did not leave the room, but continued to weep quietly.
And then suddenly she looked up, and guess whom she saw?
Dark.
And I felt like laughing. Sick really. How I felt at that moment. I felt happy and sad and angry and.all mixed up. Not funny. Not funny at all. And yet somehow I felt like laughing.
Maybe my emotion chip was screwed up, or maybe it was just that this was the end. Of what exactly I still don't know. I just know that I felt like laughing.
I tried to concentrate on the drama that was about to happen but it was hard. Little blurry spots kept coming into view. I knew Saphire was playing games with him.pretending to be innocent. Bullshit. This was all bullshit!
He was leaning over. She was close, to close to him. "Say something" I commanded myself. Cry, scream, do something. And yet I couldn't. Helplessness came over me, once again.
She bared her teeth before biting into his skin.
That was the moment I realized.. I loved Dark. Not like a brother but more like.a lover. He had saved me so many times and I had never had even the slightest urge to hold him and kiss him, and love him. But now.I did.
It had to be my emotion chip. Had to. I couldn't love my best friend.. could I?
I had to concentrate. What was Dark doing? Obviously, he had thrown her off of him, and was now interrogating her. While I sat there, dying. Amazingly the only thing I felt was embarrassment for being stark naked. That's me, about to die and thinking about being naked.
Stupidity. Meanwhile those to were having a verbal battle. I didn't hear any of it. I heard my heart through my ears. It was slow, tired, and ready to wither away. I prayed for it to continue pumping My Blood.
Dark finally walked over and picked me up. If I had enough blood to spare I would've blushed but seeing as I didn't I just sat there, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Saphire was still trying to make Dark see the error of his ways. To kill me and get over me. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. What if she did persuade him to kill me? I would be dead before a minute passed. His fangs were so close to my neck.. just an inch away.
We left the house, and into the cold. I felt the wind against my skin. Freezing. I shivered, letting him know I was cold. Not like it helped. He was so caught up in the discussion with Saphire he didn't even realize me. I continued to pray, that my heart would still beat.
And it did. He turned around, and then mumbled something, which I couldn't understand, before teleporting to his castle.
It was cold here as well. Colder here then outside. I slowly lifted my swollen eyelids. Looking around at the castle. I saw Maria ((Dark's friend)) sitting in a chair. She was pregnant. Lucky her.
She walked over and did one of her healing spells. Like before I felt the blood inside me fill with nutrients to power my lungs and heart. And then I felt the puncture wounds on my neck and wrist heal instantly, the whole time I was gaining strength.
Suddenly I had the urge to sit up. And I did. And although I felt quite naked, and cold, I also felt compelling love to my hero. Dark. Again I shook my head. What was wrong with this stupid chip?! It was screwing my mind into knots.
He hugged me. It sent a weird ecstasy up my back. Ok this was going to far! What was wrong with me? I pulled away. I could tell he was confused, and instead of explaining I heard myself say " Dark I have to talk to you about something very important, to me." He nodded, before asking "Is this bad news?" I laughed unexpectedly. " Not that I know of." He continued to nod, still as confused as before.
I sighed. Why was I saying this? And what compelled me to spill these..secrets?
"Dark, I love you. More than brother and sister love. I love you in a.lover.. type way." I stared at him, blushing furiously. This was way harder than I had expected. Expected?! When had I expected this? In my sub- conscious?
His mouth dropped. Already warning bells were ringing in my head. Dark, the vampire as composed as God himself was gaping. Not good. Time, he needed time.
I tried to explain to him what I meant, the whole time him standing there looking at me like I was a illusion.
Finally I gave up, and told him that when he wanted to find me, he would. And the we would talk about this..
-----------( Continued in next chapter
Again I left you hanging. Not something I meant to do, really. I guess sometimes life just turns you away from what you think is important. And on that note I will tell you the next chapter in my story.
After the attack I went home to my apartment. I slept all the next day, and the next night. In those two days I never saw Saphire once. And when I did she just glared at me and walked past.
After three days I was as fully healed as I could be. I had quite a few scars, especially on my wrists and neck.
It didn't bother me that Saphire was pissed. I was to busy fighting my own inner demon, I didn't have time to try and figure out what was wrong with her.
Now when I look back I wish I had.
For about a week we just ignored each other, until one day she just snapped. I was in the kitchen making my favourite thing to drink.green tea. When she came up behind me and bit deep into neck. I felt the electric pain I had felt so many times before, run up my spine. I gave a small moan, before pleading with her to stop, this wasn't the way to end our friendship.
She ignored me. She continued to drink the blood. Finally she let me drop to the ground.
Black. I saw black.everywhere. I felt pain, not only from the wound but also from the thought of being killed by your closest girlfriend. This was all too much to bear.
And then I felt her pealing away my clothing. What the hell was wrong with her? Had she gone insane?
I felt her lift me with ease, and then walked into another room before dropping me, softly in the new Jacuzzi bathtub, and filling it up. She then took my left wrist, and drank from that as well. I was confused, and tired, and quite ready to die. I could smell the blood, and feel it.all around me. Disgusting. She let that wrist drop before grabbing the right one and going through the same procedure.
Finally she ended and stood there, watching over me. Why I don't know. She did not leave the room, but continued to weep quietly.
And then suddenly she looked up, and guess whom she saw?
Dark.
And I felt like laughing. Sick really. How I felt at that moment. I felt happy and sad and angry and.all mixed up. Not funny. Not funny at all. And yet somehow I felt like laughing.
Maybe my emotion chip was screwed up, or maybe it was just that this was the end. Of what exactly I still don't know. I just know that I felt like laughing.
I tried to concentrate on the drama that was about to happen but it was hard. Little blurry spots kept coming into view. I knew Saphire was playing games with him.pretending to be innocent. Bullshit. This was all bullshit!
He was leaning over. She was close, to close to him. "Say something" I commanded myself. Cry, scream, do something. And yet I couldn't. Helplessness came over me, once again.
She bared her teeth before biting into his skin.
That was the moment I realized.. I loved Dark. Not like a brother but more like.a lover. He had saved me so many times and I had never had even the slightest urge to hold him and kiss him, and love him. But now.I did.
It had to be my emotion chip. Had to. I couldn't love my best friend.. could I?
I had to concentrate. What was Dark doing? Obviously, he had thrown her off of him, and was now interrogating her. While I sat there, dying. Amazingly the only thing I felt was embarrassment for being stark naked. That's me, about to die and thinking about being naked.
Stupidity. Meanwhile those to were having a verbal battle. I didn't hear any of it. I heard my heart through my ears. It was slow, tired, and ready to wither away. I prayed for it to continue pumping My Blood.
Dark finally walked over and picked me up. If I had enough blood to spare I would've blushed but seeing as I didn't I just sat there, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Saphire was still trying to make Dark see the error of his ways. To kill me and get over me. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. What if she did persuade him to kill me? I would be dead before a minute passed. His fangs were so close to my neck.. just an inch away.
We left the house, and into the cold. I felt the wind against my skin. Freezing. I shivered, letting him know I was cold. Not like it helped. He was so caught up in the discussion with Saphire he didn't even realize me. I continued to pray, that my heart would still beat.
And it did. He turned around, and then mumbled something, which I couldn't understand, before teleporting to his castle.
It was cold here as well. Colder here then outside. I slowly lifted my swollen eyelids. Looking around at the castle. I saw Maria ((Dark's friend)) sitting in a chair. She was pregnant. Lucky her.
She walked over and did one of her healing spells. Like before I felt the blood inside me fill with nutrients to power my lungs and heart. And then I felt the puncture wounds on my neck and wrist heal instantly, the whole time I was gaining strength.
Suddenly I had the urge to sit up. And I did. And although I felt quite naked, and cold, I also felt compelling love to my hero. Dark. Again I shook my head. What was wrong with this stupid chip?! It was screwing my mind into knots.
He hugged me. It sent a weird ecstasy up my back. Ok this was going to far! What was wrong with me? I pulled away. I could tell he was confused, and instead of explaining I heard myself say " Dark I have to talk to you about something very important, to me." He nodded, before asking "Is this bad news?" I laughed unexpectedly. " Not that I know of." He continued to nod, still as confused as before.
I sighed. Why was I saying this? And what compelled me to spill these..secrets?
"Dark, I love you. More than brother and sister love. I love you in a.lover.. type way." I stared at him, blushing furiously. This was way harder than I had expected. Expected?! When had I expected this? In my sub- conscious?
His mouth dropped. Already warning bells were ringing in my head. Dark, the vampire as composed as God himself was gaping. Not good. Time, he needed time.
I tried to explain to him what I meant, the whole time him standing there looking at me like I was a illusion.
Finally I gave up, and told him that when he wanted to find me, he would. And the we would talk about this..
-----------( Continued in next chapter