I must have sat in my room for hours, blankly staring at my left hand, before removing the ring. Clinching it in my fist I drew in a shaky yet unneeded breath, holding the last remaining piece of my happiness to my chest. It was that moment that I knew it was over. I felt nothing. No unshed tears, no whirling emotions, not even the slight pinch of bending metal in my hand. At first I thought my best bet was to leave and never return. Never glance upon his beautiful face again in order to save what little sanity I had left. I couldn't justify staying, I had no loved ones or connections, I had no job, and the people here had barely met me.
The most logical reasoning was that I had to move, and yet I simply could not. I tried, believe me I tried, but my bags would be packed one moment and the next I would quickly put them all away again. Something in my heart was telling me not to leave. I had never listened to my heart before but something was different this time. Could I really handle the heartache that would no doubt come with seeing him? Of course not. Then again, I could always give in to the creature I have become. Succumb to the urges and forget about everything else.
Oh, who am I kidding? I wouldn't have the guts to do it. This whole situation is just horrible and no matter how much I want to pretend it doesn't hurt, it's the worst pain I have ever felt. Being turned into a soulless blood sucking demon was less painful less than this. It's not every day you find out that the friendly neighborhood doctor bit your lover in order to make him immortal, thus; leaving you alone for the rest of your life. It's not everyday your heart shatters into a million pieces. I must sound rather weak but you must understand that after years of building walls and accepting that I would never love again only to come face to face with a fate even worse is unimaginably difficult.
I stayed in my house alone for days, ignoring calls from the school and leaving the knocks at my door unanswered. I thought,maybe, if I sat long enough I would turn to dust. Reality had to come back sometimes though, and I found myself slowly preparing for school the next Monday. Eventually I Happened to glance at my sunken features in the mirror, only then remembering I had not fed for a week. Usually once a month would do well to curb my appetite but due to all the emotional stress my eyes were blacker than night. Sighing in content I forced myself to quickly and neatly go hunting and after an hour I was ready to face my fears. No doubt school would be hard to bare, but the hardest part would be resisting the urge to kill the human girl, cry, and pull my hair out all at the same time.
And then I realized that I was just shy of 100 years old and that I could do whatever to hell I wanted. It wouldn't be that hard to drop out of Forks High school and somehow get a job. It wasn't surprising when I called instead of driving over there to do it in person. Then again I am a very unsurprising person. The nice office lady's voice was loud and annoying (Vampire hearing con) as she answered with a "Forks High school how may I help you?". It took at least ten minutes to convince her to put me though to the principals office because she was sure she could help me. "Hello, This is Principal Tanner, How may I help you?" finally an equally loud yet less shrill tone spoke. carelessly I replied " Hi, My name is Catherine Masen. It seems there's been a bit of a mix up."
I could tell my statement confused him a bit because it took him a few seconds to respond but when he did it was as smooth as he could manage "And what might that be, Mrs. Masen". Since I had basically mapped this entire conversation out in my head already my answer was quick, "Well, You see, I must have messed up on my forms or something because I applied for a teaching position at your fine school and somehow I was registered as a student instead..." I figured I could get two birds with one stone while I was at it. There was a slight pause on the principals end and then, baffled he responded "How on earth did this happen?" At this point I figured it was time to put on some good old fashion acting skills. I put as much worry and confusion into my voice as I could and began my scene "I-I'm not sure Sir. It's just, been a rough year for me and without a job I wont be able to help my grandmother with her hospital bills, and I'm sorry to ramble or if I seem crazy to you, but its just- I just-" "Okay! okay, Mrs. Masen, Ill look into it as soon as possible. I'm sure it was a mistake on our part, Ill be in touch with you soon." Ah, hook-line- and sinker. "Th-thank you, Mr. Tanner... Goodbye". I'm pretty sure I wont be getting that job, not with the intense pitifulness I've displayed. No one in their right mind would hire someone as neurotic as that.
Ten years into my second life was when I discovered that I could basically mimic personalities to fit others preferences, I think it comes with the territory. We have to be appealing, to gain trust, to lure our victims in and then do what we do best. Not that I would ever do that to the principal. At least not in the physical meaning, because I definitely just manipulated the poor man.
All in a days work
can you guys tell me if this wasn't on par with the other chapters? I feel like it was too laid back and not as serious as the rest. Its a filler so don't be too upset. Ill update by next Wednesday
~Viv Elaine
