How'd you like chapter 2? I'm introducing us to some new character's whom I absolutly adore! For now, please review!
much luv,
Wolfie
P.S and no i'm not british...many a people asked me if I was british or not...and no I'm not...not that I dont love the british! As a matter of fact I'm going to london soon!
Chapter 3
"Finally! It's ready. When will you be coming in? I don't expect to wait much longer if you have a say in the furniture." I muttered into the phone set. I was talking to a dear friend of mine by the name of Emory Stanton. I was very fond of him. He had platinum blond hair and beautiful scorching sapphire eyes. His skin was made of stone, allowing no warmth to it. He was strong, beyond strong, pale and his features were perfect. He appeared as a huge movie star; even the girl who'd swine over him claimed he was a god. He was the ideal British gentleman, his voice smooth like velvet with a clash of wine and ivory.
"I do beg your pardon. Bailey's is taking far too long to pack." He said, his motto tone bleak, but meaningful.
"Emory, that's rather rude! Take it back. We girls just need more time than men. We value our things far more then the common gentleman. Aunt Sedona entitled us to all these old fashioned possessions. I will not allow losing them to someone who won't take good care of them." I listened to the mothering voice on the other end of the receiver. Flashes of Bailey poured into my head. Bailey looked similar to me, blonde wavy hair, big dazzling blue eyes, but with a highlight of jade in them she had picked up from her human mother. She always wore her tresses clipped to the side, with white pearls imbedded in her wavy long mane. She was much paler then me however, almost albino. She and Emory come across as twins, (which I found extremely hilarious due to the fact they were lovers) turned vampire at the age of 18, never to age again, like me. They now lived somewhere in Maine, which was rather unimportant since they were moving in with me, posing as my brother and sister.
"You know, Bailey is right. You should treat you assets with more care." I scolded, a smile playing on my lips. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, before Emory's words came fast. "Oh that reminds me! -- My fledgling! I-" I cut him off with a brief roar of laughter. "Fledgling?" I snorted, "I'd think not." Emory snickered, followed by Bailey's sweet giggles.
"Now what did you want to share with me?" I hedged, while I wrapped the hotel cord around my finger. "Ah yes, I've brought something for you cousin." He seemed to be waiting for some sort of…significance.
"Hmm"
"Yes I picked them up in Europe. I found some of them for very cheap. Some were expensive however." Immediately his words caught my attention. I hated spoiling ones money. I felt suddenly uncomfortable, almost awkward.
"I'll pay you back every penny" I vowed, already jumping to conclusions. It sounded as if someone had chocked on the other end.
"Of course not!"Emory half-way growled, insulted. "It's a gift, for letting us reside with you. You'll love it. I can already tell, it's something you would like." He said over again. I pondered what he could have gotten me, deciding against asking what was directly.
"Is it a book?" I inquired, my mind doubling over at all the possibilities that roamed in my thoughts.
"Very good, you guess is correct"
"Alright, is it poetry?"
"My assumption is as good as yours." This confused me. He was the one who held the book, not I. My probing was set ablaze. I sat on the upper corner of the bed, bent over the side table where the phone was set, tapping my nails nosily on a nearby book. Catching myself, I stopped, feeling rather human.
"So you don't know? Have you not peered into the book?" It seemed impossible to me not to creek the novel open once.
"Yes, I have" he sighed, "but I simply cannot get a grip on what it says. It's in a different language. I have tilled the end of the earth, and I can't take a couple of years to learn a new dialect. I simply just don't have the patients for it." Questions bubbled to my lips.
"What idiom is it in?" My forehead crumpled in deep thought, as my mind wrapped around the most used tongue in Europe. Emory chuckled.
"Sorry my dear, I cannot tell you. I'd plainly give it away." I was about to protest when Emory interrupted, saying he was sorry, but Bailey wanted to talk to me urgently. So the rest of the hour, I spent chatted with her, telling her which items she should carry along, and which she should get ride of. Near the end of our cellular phone call, Emory was blabbering details on the handset.
"Honestly --, you should get a job. It will seem more natural to humans, and you can make friend with one of them perhaps." This intrigued me. Very much I wanted to study human behavior but without a way to get close to them, so the job idea appealed to me.
"I'll get on that, I'm sure there is an open occupation somewhere." Places I had seen as I drove to the little town inundated my head.
"Alright love," I could hear the smile in his voice, "Then I'll see you in a few days." This was a closing sentence. I hesitated; I still wanted to converse. Knowing it was useless, and I'd have to end the phone call sometime, I spoke the words that I just realized I had been dreading.
"Okay, bye."
"Good day" There was a click on the other end, and the dial tone rung in my ear, and I suddenly felt lonely. I hung up the phone, and stretched. I got dressed quickly and flew out of the hotel. I reached my car in a matter of minutes, its sleek red paint glinting in the sunlight. It was a thunder bird, and I did love it very much. It had personality in my opinion, its leather interior that I had specially designed in Germany, the silver rims and flashing headlights matched my personal taste. I slid fluidly into the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition, and pulled carefully out of my parking spot. I knew of one place
that I wanted to observe humans from. With the road slipping behind me, I raced off in the petites stores direction.