Author's Note: It's 3 am, and I'm listening to the Sarah McLachlan album "Bloom" so of course I feel like writing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah… I don't own anything but original characters in this story, and the computer I'm typing on.
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Part 2: Feels Foreign
It was the beginning of May of the second year of Amelia's life. Indeed she had survived the long, harsh European winter. The soft chirping of birds and a light breeze against trees is heard inside the room, its small occupant trying to sleep. Tiny, pale hands grip a pillow over her head to block out the noise the birds are making. It was times like these she hated- the inviting world of the humans and their sun beckoned her, yet she was confined to the darkness like a rat.
Moving back and forth in bed, frustrated from not being able to sleep due to the noise, Amelia rises from bed. Small feet making little sound on the cool stone floors, linen nightdress barely gracing the floor as she makes her way to the chamber door, careful as not to disturb her nurse.
"It's not even noon and you're still awake." The nurse whispers, waking up from falling asleep in a nearby chaise. The nurse's blonde hair falls into pieces in her face, a light blue, faded dress on top of many petticoats and with small leather boots is what she had fallen asleep in last night. Her otherwise green eyes are bloodshot from Amelia's other restless nights,
"I never went to sleep." Amelia pouts, still anxious to find her mother and sleep with her today.
"Be that as it may, your mother asked me to make sure you stay in your room today." The nurse walks to the door to turn a small lock that is a foot out of Amelia's reach. "You want me to tell you a story again? Would that help?"
"No- probably not. But spearing those birds might, they will not shut their mouths." Amelia's direct tone and voice was not surprising to the nurse, Amelia being such a direct child, often sounding harsh and critical of everything around her, often to the point of annoyance.
"You're a girl, Amelia, speak like one for once. Demure, delicate, mysterious. It is better to-"
" 'it is better to say nothing and know all then to say all and have them know it.' Stupid phrase." She mutters, staring at her feet.
"Get to bed, Amelia. Your cynicism is not amusing me to the least bit. And the solstice is tonight. Don't forget." The nurse begins to walk small Amelia back to her one person, four poster bed. Hopping in, and pulling the many dark red, down comforters above her head in a futile attempt to block out the noise.
"How can I? You and everyone else keeps reminding me." Amelia faces downward as she hears her nurse approaching her bed.
"They only want you to be happy." The nurse sits on the edge of her bed and strokes the lumpy covers as Amelia faces her back towards the nurse under the covers.
"No they do not. You and I know full and well mother shall marry me off as soon as possible." Although she looked forward to a wedding someday, such as her nurse had described her mother's to be, the thought of males for now disgusted her.
"And a proper husband will make you happy when you are of age, Amelia." The nurse brought the covers down from Amelia's face gently, to see the girl's tired face. A series of louder chirps are heard as she pulls her self up in bed.
"Shut your mouths!" Amelia yells at the window, throwing off the covers to bang on the metal shutters. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Throwing a tantrum and hearing the birds rush from the trees.
"That isn't helping Amelia- now you're going to wake up the manor once again." The nurse places her hands on her hips, "Bed- now." She points to the turned down covers as Amelia hops back in, sliding gently across.
"What are birds like? And the sun? And humans?" She sits up against the headboard as the nurse goes back to a needlepoint at her chaise. "What is it like to be human?"
Nurse picks her head up to face Amelia, "It's warm out, the sun, the humans that is."
"Like the summer?" Amelia asks, attempting to understand.
"No, not like summer nights. More like sitting beside a fire, but you never worry you shall be caught aflame. And humans… they're worthless. Worse then lycans in fact. They have no loyalty to anyone but themselves and their vicious greed. Sure, you'll find one or two beauties in the pacts and swarms of them, but those kind humans are few and far between." The nurse, gets up to sit at the end of Amelia's bed once again as she notices the child nodding off.
"Are there a lot of humans?" Amelia asks, feeling drowsy now from the quiet and her nurse's gentle voice.
"Many, they outnumber both the lycans and vampires combined. It's from their breeding habits and just how long they've been around." The nurse notices the slight apprehension in Amelia's face at the statement of number of humans, "But they can't harm us. Like cattle that wander the fields before a slaughter. Good rest, Amelia." The nurse whispers, going back to rest on her chaise, as Amelia drifts slowly off to sleep.