The bleeping of my alarm on my phone woke me from my sleep. I couldn't get to sleep last night as I was constantly thinking about the vampire in the basement. I knew what I was going to do was risky but I somehow needed to see it. I could feel a fluttering on my back as my feathers gently moved. I huffed to myself. As if my life wasn't complicated enough, I wish I knew what I was. I step out of my bed checking the time to see it was just after 7.
Sliding my PJ top off and over my head, I looked at my back in my wardrobe mirror. It was more prominent today. What looked like a silver tattoo was imprinted on my back. Strangely it was in the shape of small wings, and I could see each of my feathers. It looked very intricate, but if I looked closer, I could see a few of them move.
I hadn't told my mum about them, they had appeared sometime during puberty. They started off small but it seemed to have grown as I had discovered more of my abilities. It's now taken up most of my back and it makes choosing clothing rather difficult.
I took a deep breath and then headed into my wardrobe. Yesterday after visiting the church I put away all my clothing and things while trying to formulate a plan of how I could visit or even help the vampire that was in the basement. I felt the excitement set in the pit of my stomach it was tonight I was going to go. I feel kind of crazy going at night but it's the only time I think I will be able to sneak through the back as during the day it looks too busy and crowded.
Grabbing a white top from my hanger, I also opened my draw and took out my blue denim shorts. Stripping down and throwing my clothes into my hamper, I changed into some clean underwear and then out my outfit on, finished with some sandals. My hair being once again a mess, I tried to tame it before leaving it down, letting my blonde hair flow over my shoulders.
Adding a final touch of mascara, I bounced down the stairs, the thought of meeting the vampire leaving me feeling excitement for the first time since my parent's death. Jordan would be glad to know that I'm happy.
"Well someone's feeling happy." Steve says putting the newspaper down.
He again was similar clothing to yesterday. I nod my head before doing myself some toast.
"I guess going to my church did you well. Feeling one with God. He heels all pain." Steve preaches at me. I roll my eyes while buttering my toast. I'm not one to believe in god. I'm more atheist than anything else, as my parents weren't religious either.
"I guess it did." I reply just to humour him, while sitting down at the counter and eating my toast. Just as I took a bite Sarah walks into the room wearing a colour yellow dress. Now don't get me wrong the dress its' self was okay, but the yellow colour made me want to gauge my eyes out.
"Morning," I say as she gives Steve a kiss on the cheek before she replies back.
"Morning hunny," Steve kisses Sarah in reply.
"Well, I think that we should let Annabella here join in today. It seems to have done her good yesterday. The light is healing her soul." Steve carried on saying to Sarah.
"I think that's a brilliant idea. We're making jewellery today. It'll do you good to socialise with my girls." Sarah says her smile widening even more.
Inside I groan, I don't tend to get on well with my people my age; however, I grin and bear it. "Sure, I would love too," While on the other hand I can't wait for tonight.
Tonight, couldn't come fast enough. While on my way to using the "little girls room" I found the basement door. Surprisingly no one was guarding the door, and I was correct in thinking that it was locked. The key I'm guessing is on the key ring that Steve keeps the rest of he's keys on. Although it seems easy enough to unlock with the use of telekinesis, at least that's what Googled called it. I had been practising opening the lock on my bathroom door since I had gotten home. I managed to twist the inside of the lock enough for it to click open. Hopefully the basement door will be just as easy.
It seemed like my plan was fool proof to an extent. I didn't know anything about this vampire that they had locked in this basement, or how many guards will be on the property tonight.
Around 1am I quietly arose from my bed. I already had my clothes on, so I sneakily opened my window. I was lucky to have a ledge on my window, with a tree not that far away. Standing on my windowsill, my window opened as much as it could. I put my head through first followed by the rest of my body and then my feet. I held onto the top of my window where it met the brick work. Reaching out with my left hand I grabbed the nearest branch; it was quite thick and looked like it would be able to support my weight. I turned my body around before closing the window with my foot while moving steadily onto the branch. I climbed down silently, the breeze was cool in the air and the sky was clear. When I reached the bottom, I took off towards the church in a gentle run. Hopefully it wouldn't take me too long.
I opened the door ever so slowly, thanking heaven that the hinges didn't creak, now that would have been seriously cheesy. My heart beat was fluttering away in my chest, matching the fluttering of my wings on my back. I sort of felt like I was in a horror movie. It was fairly easy to get in. It took me around 20 minutes at a jog to get to the church. There were only a couple of the soldiers surrounding the area, so it was too easy to sneak around the back and open the door that lucky for me was unlocked. The basement door was down a long corridor on the east side of the building, it was dark in the church, however with me being some freak of nature I was able to see fine. I guess night vision can be added to my list. The door was plain sailing to open. This is how I got to where I am.
I slowly walked down the stairs to the basement. My heart was beating like crazy in my chest, followed by the gentle fluttering on my back. It was a strange sensation. I knew something was down here. I could feel it. This is definitely where they were keeping the vampire. I tried to be as calm as possible but was failing quickly.
"I can hear you, child" My heart sped up even more and a knot seeped into my stomach. The movement on my back was making me shiver, and something felt like it was going to burst from there. I stopped moving. His voice was smooth, and boyish. The accent I couldn't quite place. I again felt the tightening in my stomach and managed to calm the fluttering, however the urge to see this vampire was now strong. I needed to see what he looked like; I could feel myself being pulled towards him.
I quickened my pace until I reached the bottom step, the basement was even darker down here, except the little light there was from a window on the far side. The place was cool to the rest of the church, and the dim light of the window made the basement look gloomy. The walls are made up from old rocks that look unsteady, and the flooring was grey concrete. Once I stepped of the last step and looked around, I could see that it was…massive. I think is the only term that could be used. It wasn't overly massive, but big enough to fit in several cell like cages. One in which the vampire sat, at the back. His eyes were closed and white linens covered his body. His features were boyish; he looked very young maybe a couple year older than me, if that. His face was pale in little light from the window, it looked like it elongated his eyelashes of his closed eyes, and next I admired his nose, that fit his face perfectly, before my eyes dropped to his lips. They were pink and pouty, and delectable. They just looked so kissable; I could feel myself becoming aroused. His bottom lip looked fuller than his top lip, and I could see the edges lift up into a smirk as my eyes met his. They were striking blue that made my heart race more than it was, almost like it was trying to escape my chest.
"Don't be scared," he says. I look at his lips as the form the words, entranced by them, before snapping my eyes to his. Why was I feeling the sudden urge to do all the things under the sun to him?
"I'm not scared" I say, and his lips quirk again at the sides.
"I can hear your heart hammering away against your ribs." He states, his eyes locked onto my chest, and I could feel a blush creeping into my cheeks. His eyes met mine again and I make my way forwards, towards the cage.
"You're not like them" he declares, as I reach the cage. I sit down on the floor to be eye level with him. Feeling oddly comfortable, it doesn't seem like he is dangerous.
"What do you mean? Psychotic?" I ask him with a smile. A small smile lights his face.
"No" he says with a shake of his head.
"You don't share their views" I shake my head. I can't believe what Steve Newlin is doing to this poor vampire, keeping him down here in a cage.
"You're different. You're blood smells different. In a good way." I stare at him and let the comment pass, not wanting to tell him what makes me different.
"I'm Annabella," I say and put my hands on the bars resting my head against them, with my legs crossed. He moves closer to me to copy my position, he places his hands just a little above mine.
"I am Godric" he replied back. I can't help but take a deep breath and close my eyes as his smell takes over my senses. It was intoxicating and my wings begin to gently flutter on my back. I open my eyes, and I realise just how close he was to me. My eyes stare into his; he really did have amazing eyes.
"How can you stay down here? Is it always this dark?" I ask. He looks like he takes a deep breath, his lips still curved into a smile.
"I can see perfectly well Annabella." We sit in quite for a little bit longer, while I carry on admiring his handsome features, and again I have a sudden urge to kiss this creature sat in front of me. His lips inches away from mine.
"How old are you?" He asks me. I can see him looking at me intently.
"16, I just turned around 3 weeks ago" I can hear the sadness in my voice, as the memories of their death float around my mind.
"How old are you Godric?" I ask.
"You don't look to older than 17." I breathe out. He looks at me before answering.
"In my time there was no measurement for age, however I must have been around 16 or 17, but I'm 2000 years old." Wow, is the only word that passes through my mind. I can't imagine living for so long.
"Are you scared?" He asks again. I shake my head this time. "No…I'm just amazed at your age. Time has treated you well." I joke with him. He lets out a little chuckle at that, and it makes my heart beat erratically in my chest. "I bet you have lots of stories to tell. I mean you're a living history book."
"I do have quite a few."
A comfortable silence envelope us, before questions begin to pop into my head. I wonder if he was older than Jesus. Did he have a family? Does he remember what it was like to be human? What it is like to be a vampire? And many more which plagued my mind.
In which he answered them all. It's hard to believe that Godric had a child called Eric. He was a Viking, which to me is amazing. However, he spoke very little of his human and vampire past. I didn't let it bother me though. And soon enough the sun was beginning to rise in the sky. Meaning it was time for me to go.
"I will see you soon, promise Godric." I say with a smile. By this time his hands were covering mine on the bars, luckily his skin on his palm had heeled over from the silver. Our faces were so close that our noses were touching, and my heart was still fluttering in my chest. Butterfly's making themselves known. I didn't want to leave at all. But I can't be caught down here otherwise god knows what will happen.
"I will be waiting, Annabella." Is his reply, as I stand to leave the Basement. I look back down the stairs to find hi still watching me.
"I will try bringing you some Tru Blood, is there any specific type you want?" I ask. He shakes his head. "That is very generous of you, but I require very little nowadays." He says back. I smile before closing the door with a sigh and leaning my head back against it. I think from this one encounter that I may actually have a crush on him.