~ Hey. This is Jesse's POV. Kind of different perspective, but I like it. Enjoy. ~
My mother was furious with me. When I had gotten in the door I felt like I had killed fifty people. But I hadn't. She made you feel that way though. She stormed over to where I stood. Her energy was hostile and aggressive, so it burned across my skin as her aura touched me. I knew why she was angry. Ever since I was five, I have been guarded as if I were the next baby Jesus or something. I had to be accounted for at all times. Today I hadn't been. My bad.
"Where were you? Why are you are missing your knife? You insolent girl, why wouldn't you call me if you were going somewhere? I told you to, or are you going deaf?" I looked at the ground. She made me feel like a piece of dirt. That was her job I guess. It must be on her daily agenda. I can see it now. 'Well let's see, I haven't insulted Jesse rudely today. Let me go do that or it will ruin my whole schedule.'
"No I am not going deaf, it is called selective hearing. At least I didn't die. Or get changed into one of the bloodsucking fiends." I was not exactly peachy keen, so my temper flared. I didn't feel like arguing, though. Adianna came through the front door and spotted us going at it. I bet our auras shouted 'back off!', but she approached anyway. She is such a brave, brave girl.
"Stop arguing. You-" Adianna broke off. She walked over and said, "You should really get Hasana or Caryn to look at that." Her eyes were on my wrist. I didn't feel like getting it looked at. Plus, finding out that a family member has been changed, another family member actually, isn't exactly the best news to tell a healer. They don't have the same training as us Vidas or the Aruns have. They are touchy-feely people, the Smoke witches. We Vidas are hard as rocks. And as cold as ice. They will probably start howling in pain or blubbering in sorrow. Who knows? They always do something strange, either way.
"What needs to be looked at?" I looked up and saw Caryn and Hasana coming through the front door. Caryn had made the comment. Great. Outside it was overcast and windy. Nice day. Not. I really didn't want to talk about my embarassing defeat.
"Her wrist. Check her ribs too," Adianna said in a calm voice. Adianna was really too much. Really. She cared sooooooooooooo much. Lucky me.
"What happened?" Caryn said, a hint of concern in her voice. My mother glared at me, but invited them to sit down. I knew she would make me tell the whole story. My defeat included. Damn her. As I was about to enter our living room, my mother grabbed my arm. I felt my powers being strapped down. I tried to struggle, but it made me feel like I was having my skull bashed in with a hammer.
She whispered, "It will do you good to live as prey for a while. You deserve to suffer." How supportive and loving. But I guess, I really didn't expect her to be. I mean, how many things had she killed in her lifetime? More than I can count. I felt kind of light-headed. Though I had experienced this power binding before, it still made you feel dizzy and not quite there. Probably the equivalent of being hooked on drugs or alcohol for a human. Though I wouldn't know.
When I had told them the WHOLE story. Caryn looked sad, but she wasn't crying. Hasana cried. A lot. But, I can't really blame her. I wouldn't want my kids to be vampires either.
That's when Caryn decided to look at my wrist. And my ribs. She healed my ribs, a wound my magic would have healed easily. But considering the fact I have no powers presently, it doesn't really matter. She was about to heal my wrist but my mother told her to 'just put a cast on it.' How considerate of her.
Later, when I was playing extremely loud heavy metal rock music in my room, Caryn knocked on my door. I let her in. I went back to reading my book. Class assignment. It wasn't bad. Wasn't that great either. Caryn went over and turned off my music.
"Hey, I was listening to that." She simply rolled her eyes.
"Are you sure it was Anna? I mean, no doubts at all?" I really wanted to deny it, but why tell the poor healer a lie. She had been through enough. Her sister had been missing for two years, and now we had found her. As a vampire.
"I'm sure, at first I thought she was human, but I could feel the vampiric aura. I-" Caryn was crying by that point, so I stopped talking. I guess I could've just said that I was sure. Me and my big mouth. I was almost as uncompassionate as my mother. Wait, I take that back. No one could be as cold as her. An iceberg. I think I am the equivalent of an icicle, at least compared to her, the human glacier.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"It's not your fault. I just, can't.....take it all in, you know. It's hard-" she looked at the floor and continued, "You must think I am so stupid for crying like this, like a baby."
I squeezed her shoulder, trying to show my comfort. "No, of course not. You and I were trained differently. Just because I was trained to be a cold heartless monster, doesn't mean you can't be a fully empathy-filled, caring person." She smiled softly. I hoped that I was comforting her.
She looked at the clock. It was about one in the morning. She said,"You should really get some sleep. Sorry if I bothered you." She left. I pulled on my pajamas, with a little more pain than expected, and went to sleep. Well, actually, I tossed and turned all night/morning. I was uncomfortable and incomplete. I finally dozed of at four. It was a rude awakening at five-fifteen. One hour of sleep. Geez. I was just going to turn over and go back to sleep. But Adianna came in and dragged me out of my bed. I took a shower, an extremely long one since I fell asleep once or twice, and went downstairs. Clean and fresh(not).
As I sat eating my toast, Adianna asked me if my lover would carry my books.
"If I let him, he would carry me. He's not my lover, just a friend." She rolled her eyes and said,"Sure."
I ran to my bus stop and waited. When I finally got on the bus, I found myself an empty seat. My bus stopped again. And he told me to scoot over. The he I am referring to is Colin Matthews. A Triste, no less, that takes a special interest in me. I can't even count how many times he's asked me on a date. I usually just roll my eyes. He takes no offense though and ends up stalking me anyway. Not stalking. Following, the way an obedient dog follows its master.
"Rough night," Colin asked, his eyebrows arched.
"You have no idea." And with that I told him the whole story.
~Told you I would make longer chapters. If anyone's confused, Chaos had the run in with Jesse. Anyway, please review it.~
My mother was furious with me. When I had gotten in the door I felt like I had killed fifty people. But I hadn't. She made you feel that way though. She stormed over to where I stood. Her energy was hostile and aggressive, so it burned across my skin as her aura touched me. I knew why she was angry. Ever since I was five, I have been guarded as if I were the next baby Jesus or something. I had to be accounted for at all times. Today I hadn't been. My bad.
"Where were you? Why are you are missing your knife? You insolent girl, why wouldn't you call me if you were going somewhere? I told you to, or are you going deaf?" I looked at the ground. She made me feel like a piece of dirt. That was her job I guess. It must be on her daily agenda. I can see it now. 'Well let's see, I haven't insulted Jesse rudely today. Let me go do that or it will ruin my whole schedule.'
"No I am not going deaf, it is called selective hearing. At least I didn't die. Or get changed into one of the bloodsucking fiends." I was not exactly peachy keen, so my temper flared. I didn't feel like arguing, though. Adianna came through the front door and spotted us going at it. I bet our auras shouted 'back off!', but she approached anyway. She is such a brave, brave girl.
"Stop arguing. You-" Adianna broke off. She walked over and said, "You should really get Hasana or Caryn to look at that." Her eyes were on my wrist. I didn't feel like getting it looked at. Plus, finding out that a family member has been changed, another family member actually, isn't exactly the best news to tell a healer. They don't have the same training as us Vidas or the Aruns have. They are touchy-feely people, the Smoke witches. We Vidas are hard as rocks. And as cold as ice. They will probably start howling in pain or blubbering in sorrow. Who knows? They always do something strange, either way.
"What needs to be looked at?" I looked up and saw Caryn and Hasana coming through the front door. Caryn had made the comment. Great. Outside it was overcast and windy. Nice day. Not. I really didn't want to talk about my embarassing defeat.
"Her wrist. Check her ribs too," Adianna said in a calm voice. Adianna was really too much. Really. She cared sooooooooooooo much. Lucky me.
"What happened?" Caryn said, a hint of concern in her voice. My mother glared at me, but invited them to sit down. I knew she would make me tell the whole story. My defeat included. Damn her. As I was about to enter our living room, my mother grabbed my arm. I felt my powers being strapped down. I tried to struggle, but it made me feel like I was having my skull bashed in with a hammer.
She whispered, "It will do you good to live as prey for a while. You deserve to suffer." How supportive and loving. But I guess, I really didn't expect her to be. I mean, how many things had she killed in her lifetime? More than I can count. I felt kind of light-headed. Though I had experienced this power binding before, it still made you feel dizzy and not quite there. Probably the equivalent of being hooked on drugs or alcohol for a human. Though I wouldn't know.
When I had told them the WHOLE story. Caryn looked sad, but she wasn't crying. Hasana cried. A lot. But, I can't really blame her. I wouldn't want my kids to be vampires either.
That's when Caryn decided to look at my wrist. And my ribs. She healed my ribs, a wound my magic would have healed easily. But considering the fact I have no powers presently, it doesn't really matter. She was about to heal my wrist but my mother told her to 'just put a cast on it.' How considerate of her.
Later, when I was playing extremely loud heavy metal rock music in my room, Caryn knocked on my door. I let her in. I went back to reading my book. Class assignment. It wasn't bad. Wasn't that great either. Caryn went over and turned off my music.
"Hey, I was listening to that." She simply rolled her eyes.
"Are you sure it was Anna? I mean, no doubts at all?" I really wanted to deny it, but why tell the poor healer a lie. She had been through enough. Her sister had been missing for two years, and now we had found her. As a vampire.
"I'm sure, at first I thought she was human, but I could feel the vampiric aura. I-" Caryn was crying by that point, so I stopped talking. I guess I could've just said that I was sure. Me and my big mouth. I was almost as uncompassionate as my mother. Wait, I take that back. No one could be as cold as her. An iceberg. I think I am the equivalent of an icicle, at least compared to her, the human glacier.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"It's not your fault. I just, can't.....take it all in, you know. It's hard-" she looked at the floor and continued, "You must think I am so stupid for crying like this, like a baby."
I squeezed her shoulder, trying to show my comfort. "No, of course not. You and I were trained differently. Just because I was trained to be a cold heartless monster, doesn't mean you can't be a fully empathy-filled, caring person." She smiled softly. I hoped that I was comforting her.
She looked at the clock. It was about one in the morning. She said,"You should really get some sleep. Sorry if I bothered you." She left. I pulled on my pajamas, with a little more pain than expected, and went to sleep. Well, actually, I tossed and turned all night/morning. I was uncomfortable and incomplete. I finally dozed of at four. It was a rude awakening at five-fifteen. One hour of sleep. Geez. I was just going to turn over and go back to sleep. But Adianna came in and dragged me out of my bed. I took a shower, an extremely long one since I fell asleep once or twice, and went downstairs. Clean and fresh(not).
As I sat eating my toast, Adianna asked me if my lover would carry my books.
"If I let him, he would carry me. He's not my lover, just a friend." She rolled her eyes and said,"Sure."
I ran to my bus stop and waited. When I finally got on the bus, I found myself an empty seat. My bus stopped again. And he told me to scoot over. The he I am referring to is Colin Matthews. A Triste, no less, that takes a special interest in me. I can't even count how many times he's asked me on a date. I usually just roll my eyes. He takes no offense though and ends up stalking me anyway. Not stalking. Following, the way an obedient dog follows its master.
"Rough night," Colin asked, his eyebrows arched.
"You have no idea." And with that I told him the whole story.
~Told you I would make longer chapters. If anyone's confused, Chaos had the run in with Jesse. Anyway, please review it.~
