ok, so i thought about it, and i don't think its fair to put up that deadline untill after these next 2 chapters(4 reasons u'll find out if u read and review them!)still want those 5 reviews though peoples.thanx!
by the way this is carl, ii ,hes a snail! say hi carl!aww, so cute! anyways,back 2 the story...
I woke up with a start and in a cold sweat, gasping as my fingers frantically searched my neck. Upon finding my pendant was still there I sighed in relief as well as grimaced in pain. Adrian's face was clear in my mind, though now all I could remember was his bloodstained face crumpled in pain, dying. I can no longer recall what he had looked like, specifically, before that fatefull day. Could no longer remember the exact shine nor shade of his hair, can not recall how his face would light up when he smiled...
I knew I'd get no more sleep, as I normally don't after having another one of my nightmares. They were always the same. And it frightened me that my own memories are capable of scaring me this way. I glanced at the clock on my black wooden dask, that was overpiling with various books, and saw that it was only five o'clock. The rest of the house would still be asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams that did not involve vicious murders nor haunting faces.
I pushed myself of the bed and found a path to the bathroom through the scattered books, paintbrushes, and paints on the floor. I gasped as the cold water splashed on my face and gripped the edge of the sink and stared at the reflection of my clear blue eyes. My face was pale, yet it always was. I yanked my slender white fingers through my hair in an attempt to untangle it from the state that my nightmares had left it in. I pulled n a scarlet tank top and a pair of dark jeans before stepping lightly down the stairs toward the kitchen. M y mother, Annette, was already there, which was a surprise, seeing how she never wakes up early if she can help it. She was also fixing breakfast, another surprise, because she is a notoriously bad cook.
I walked up to her with a fake smile on my face, one she apparantly believed. "And to whom do I owe the pleasure of seeing you so early in the morning?" I asked her.
She just laughed."And good morning to you too."
I walked up to the counter and pulled up a stool, eyeing the food to see if I could stomach it.It was french toast, and it seemed as if it were edible.
"Here", she said, handing me a plate with a pile of toast drencehed in syrup on it." I made you some breakfast for your birthday!"she said brightly.
I suppressed a groan. My birthday, the anniversary of his death. I forced yet another smile as I thanked her.
"And also,"she said, sounding excited,"I wanted to give you a present."She pulled out a small box, and I almost began to hyperventalate. This was too familiar for comfort."Here."she thrust it upon me, almost ripping it open herself.
I cautiously removed the shiny paper and opened the box, and tears were starting to form behind my eyes. It was a small golden bracelet with red gems adorning it. I very nearly started to cry.
"It reminded me of you Iris."my mother said, oblivious to my inner turmoil. I had to bite down on my lip to keep all the emotions from pouring out.Those words tugged painfully at the memory, for they were his as well."Thank you, its beautiful."I said so quietly I was surprised she heard it at all.
"Happy eighteenth birthday Iris."was all she said before giving me a light hug and going back too bed.
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I decided to leave early for school after I had finished cleaning of my dishes. I grabbed a baggy black jacket from my floor as I grabbed my back and a few art supplies as well as my ever present sketch book that was begining to overflow. I started out the door into a light drizzle and picked my path through the scarce trees to school. I had a car but I prefer to walk, it gives me time to think and clear my head.
As it turns out, time alone with my thoughts today was not going to help at all.I struggled to push the memories back, emories that were all the worse because of todays date. It had been twoo years now. That day had forcefully cut out all good memories I'd had with Adrian. The only shred of evidence I had now was his last gift to me;my pendant. It was the only proof I had that we had ever had good times.
So wrapped up I was in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that the rain had picked up on my way here. I was drenched completely and was here almost an hour early. The schools heater was on, for which I was grateful, so I took off my jacket as I dropped off my bag at my homeroom class, taking with me only my sketchbook and pencils.
I headed to the library, my place of comfort in this lonely school. Since the...incident two years ago I have become rather withdrawn and only had a few close friends. The library was very spacious, with a large sitting area with big, comfortable chairs and desks, that faced a wall that was made up entirely of glass.
I took up my usual spot in the far left corner, that was usually devoid of light. I looked out at the rain for a while, waiting for inspiration for a drawing. It was supposed to be raining throughout the week, which would be good cover for us when we hunted the wretched leeches. I still hoped, vainly, that I would catch the one that murdered my friend. I had killed a fair few of them in the past two years, even though I was still considered young. I have maked my remorse well with anger. I have also made a reputation for myself among them vampire population.They have said that I am the one that slaughters them. That my attacks are fierce and without mercy.
No mercy...that is not what they gave him, so why should they have it?
I was once again filled with sadness, and began to draw. I was completely wrapped up in my work, yet not quite seeing what I was drawing. After a while I looked at the finished product and my mouth fell open. I t was a girl with her arms wrapped tightly around her. Her hair whipped around her face as she stood in the wind and rain. But the most haunting thing was the small, sad smile upon her face. A mask used to hide repressed grief.
It was, and I think this without vanity, very beautiful, but it did not surprise me. I tend to draw whatever I feel at the moment, and this was a good representation. I went to close my book, when a smooth hand shot out and grabbed. I looked up to see who it was and an automatic smile spread across my face.
"Iris this is really good. Definitely a keeper."Carina said, smiling approvingly and handing my book back.
"Well if it survived your criticism then it definitely worthy of keeping."I joked. Since moving here,people had wanted to get to know the new girl, but hers was the only friendship that had lasted and the only one that had endured.
Carina had deep brown eyes with matching hair that was about shoulder length, she also was probably the only one in the school that reads as much as I do, let alone know where the library is. I'm assuming that thats how she knew where to find me.
"So,"she said, promptly jumping down next to me on the oversized chair."happy birthday!"She then took out a new black leather sketchbook and sticking a bow to my forehead. "Thanks!!!" I exclaimed, giving er a huge hug, peeling of the bow and sticking it to her own head.
"Annette told me."she said, before I could ask how she knew it was my birthday.
"You didn't have to get me any thing, but I'm glad you did. Thanks again."
"No problem." she said,"But we should probably go, I saw your stuff in home room but you weren't there, so I came and found you. But now,"she said, glancing at the clock,"We are twenty minutes late."
"What?!"I jumped up, grabbing my sketchbooks and pulling her along with me into the now empty hallway."Why didn't you tell me?"I demanded.
"Its your birthday, you deserve a break." she said, as if it were the obvious answer.
"All right, good enough for me."I said, shrugging and laughing."Can't get past that logic."
She had no idea how right she was though. I need a break
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ii CARL!!!!
anyways, i know, kind of slow, but i needed to give an insight into her regular life.
next chapter will have plenty of action, trust me.
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