Title: My Immortal

By: FallenArchAngel47

Dear Readers,

Sorry about not updating for a day or two… but well… I couldn't get a hold of the computer number one… and number two I had writers block and was too lazy/tired to do anything about it… so like yeah… umm… I'm watching "The Death Star." On Discovery channel at 1AM 6/7/06 while writing this so nah… Anyway… Hurt is the shiznit xD sry…new band.

Fallen

P.S As I say before…please don't kill me for the OOCness

P.S.S Okay is it just me… or does the damn chicken sandwich commercial for McDonalds scare anyone else? THE MAN…TURNED INTO…A CHICKEN! COME ON! HE TURNED INTO A CHICKEN! THE FEET… THE BACKGROUND MUSIC/NOISES! IT'S FRIGGEN CREEPY MAN!

Disclaimer:

Fallen: Okay….I'm going to play a song for you all… :plays CD:

CD Player: We will we will sue you::Music to "We will we will Rock you":

Fallen! Wrong song::Takes CD out: Err… to be blunt… I don't own it. So nah. Now you can't sue me!

Chapter 14

"Well… " She paused, and sighed. She shook her head. "I don't much feel like telling you today… I'm sorry but it's a horrid memory that I wish to forget and not dwell upon."

They finished their chores sometime around sunset and ate a quick light dinner together. Mr. Crepsley was walking around the camp when they began to walk toward Proxime's van. "Where are you going?" Mr. Crepsley asked. He paused seeing Aimee. "Who are you?" he asked. He paused, as if thinking about it and shook his head. "Never mind. I remember you… Aimee Stan… then what are you doing here without Proxime?" he asked. "I'm not… Evra wanted to go see her so we were all coming to see her right now…" Aimee said. "…Would you mind if I tagged along?" He asked. Aimee shook her head. "I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." Aimee added. She smiled. "She's been down in the blues for a while." She spoke. He nodded. They walked up to the van and Aimee knocked. The door opened, but no one stood there. Aimee stepped up, and the rest followed. The "van" seemed to have grown a great deal, as if by magic to occupy so many people.

"Go ahead sit down… there's a remote right next to you… the TV is in the wall… so…like yeah… I'll go get her." She said. She walked out of the room and down the hallway. She knocked on Proxi's door and walked inside. Proxi was looking out the window, seated in a leather chair. "Mom? People are out in the living room to see you." She said. Proxi looked up and asked "Whom?" "Go out and see." Aimee said stepping aside. Proxi got out of the chair and walked past Aimee and into the living room. She paused. Evra jumped up. "Proxime!" He shouted and he hugged her. "Evra." She said with a smile. "It's wonderful to see you again, how have you been holding up?" she asked. "Good." He said. She pat his head. "Have you been taking care of Poison?" She asked. He nodded. "Good." She said. She paused seeing Mr. Crepsley. "…Hello Mr. Crepsley, sir." She said softly, she looked down as her eyes changed to Magenta and the streaks in her hair turned magenta with a few strands of pink. She spotted Darren. "Hello Young Darren Shan." She added with a small nod. She was quiet, as was everyone else in the room.

The room was silent, and Aimee walked in. "Proxime… may I speak to you… outside?" Mr. Crepsley asked after a long awkward silence. "Sure thing…" Proxime responded softly. Mr. Crepsley opened the door and stepped out. He held the door open as Proxime exited the room. There was silence. "…What do you think they're gonna go talk about?" Evra asked. "…I dunno… maybe Bryanna…" Darren said shrugging. "I don't think they're gonna talk." Aimee said. "What do you mean?" Darren asked. "Well… I finally just realized it…the way mom looks at Mr. Crepsley… the way she always acts strangely around him…" Aimee began. "I don't know why I never noticed it before…" Aimee added. "Noticed what?" Darren and Evra asked in unison. They looked at each other and then back at Aimee. "Looks at him how?" Evra asked. "Acts strangely how?" Darren inquired. "She's in love with him." Aimee explained. "The streaks in her hair went magenta when she saw him… and her eyes did too… I'd never seen that color before… and I've never seen her in love…" She explained.

"Also her eyes are usually cold and lifeless… but it seems like whenever she sets eyes on him her eyes warm up and soften a lot…It's got to be. Plus… she's always so polite and quiet around him…" She added. "Aimee…Proxi's always quiet and polite." Darren contradicted. "Yes… but she becomes even more polite and quiet than she usually is whenever Mr. Crepsley's around." Aimee corrected. Darren and Evra looked at each other and then back at Aimee, then back at each other. They burst out laughing at the mere thought. When they're laughing simmered, and they wiped the tears from their eyes Aimee huffed. "Just wait… just wait and see… I'll be saying 'I told you so!'" "Hey whatever…" Darren said still chuckling a bit. "But I don't see how it would work out… I mean Mr. Crepsley's so…" he trailed off. "Mr. Crepsley?" Evra offered as a possible description. "…That'll do." Darren said stifling a snicker. Evra on the other hand couldn't contain his laughter. Evra finally contained it, and then there was silence.

"So…what are we gonna do while we wait for the "love birds" to get back?" Evra asked, as he emphasized, "Love birds." "I dunno…" Darren said. "We could watch TV…" Darren suggested. "There's nothing good on tonight though." Aimee protested. "Okay… we could throw a huge party and trash the place." Evra snickered. "No…how… about…. how about I tell you stories about my travels with mom!" Aimee asked excitedly. "I'll listen to that one." Evra said, sitting up. "I would too… but we don't even know how you get into these situations in the first place since you haven't told us how you became a vampires assistant." Darren said. "Come on Aimee… I've told you my past, Evra's told you his… why don't you tell us yours?" He asked. Evra nodded in agreement. "You guys are that interested in knowing, huh?" Aimee asked. They both nodded. She sighed. "Alright… I suppose you do deserve the story of my life…" Aimee said leaning back in a leather recliner. She cleared her throat and began the story. "It all happened when I was 12… I was living in Carson City Nevada at the time with my 5 brothers, mother, and father…"

I looked on as my younger brother Joey chewed on the ear of his toy rabbit, and Jacob on the other ear. Dincent and Daryl were silently playing a game of chess, while Justin was no where to be seen. Joey and Jacob at the time were only five, Dincent and Daryl seven, Justin 16. I had them all in my room, because it was happening again. Downstairs … he was hurting my mother; the man that was my father, Jason Stan. I couldn't stand him. Now, my father was diffidently not the husband type, nor the father type. To us children he was cold and standoffish. He would never really talk to us unless forced to, and usually stayed away from us. The only child he was ever really close to was Justin… because he was the first, oldest, and strongest. Justin was always the favorite, and me being the second favorite AND a girl… well… my father's mind still worked in the old way.

A woman's role was to make her husband happy, and to bear children. So needless to say, he never liked me. He avoided me from the day I was born. He never looked at me, never talked to me, and never touched me. I heard that when I was born he didn't even come to the hospital for my mother. That was it. Then when it came to being a husband, he was even worse. He'd stay out late drinking a lot, sometimes even stay out late to gamble or cheat on her with prostitutes walking the streets. He was an alcoholic, a drug addict, and had one nasty temper. But of all these, the worst was his unnecessary abuse of my mother. She hadn't even done anything… yet he hit her… he beat her till she couldn't even crawl away from him. Yet every time he always expected her to pull herself back together and cater to his every whim. Well… it was that night... December 23…2 days before Christmas that my father took it too far.

Joey had started crying because Jacob had taken the rabbit away, so I picked Joey up and rocked him, trying to calm him. "Sissy… Jaca took wabbie 'way." He cried, nuzzling into my neck. "Shhh…it's alright." I said rocking him back and forth. Joey had always been the one in the family closest to me. Dincent and Daryl were stand-offish like our father, and in all other terms neutral. Joey on the other hand always sided with me or mom, Jacob as well. When he calmed down I picked up Jacob as well and laid down with them in the bed, stroking their heads until they fell asleep. I could hear it… as the silence echoed of the walls of my bedroom. I could hear every little noise, every movement of a chess piece, every tick of a clock… but worst of all the sobbing of my mother… and then that cry…

She paused for a moment, and looked at them. "Tell me… boys… do you know what it sounds like when you're drowning in your own blood? The sound…that gurgle sound that you make before you die?"

The sound of death… it echoed through my ears… and I got up running into the living room. He was slapping her around… "Get up Bertha!" He yelled. I stopped in my tracks, when I saw my mother… that night… my heart broke into a million pieces. There she was, drenched in her own blood from head to toe, the surrounding carpet stained with her innocent blood. Her eyes were lifeless, and dead. Her once beautiful red hair was now matted with blood, and tangled from the way he grabbed her up by her hair. "Drop her!" I screamed. That's when he turned toward me… I knew he was drunk when he first set eyes on me. His face was red from the intake of so much alcohol; his clothes were bloodied up with her blood… my mother's blood. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" He asked, a deep slurred growl emitted from his throat. He wobbled his way over, as I ran past him and to my mother's side. When I got there… I realized it was too late… she'd died. I hadn't even got to tell her how much I loved her. All I could do was hold her still semi-warm body to me and cry, cry and tell her now how much I loved her and how sorry I was for all the stupid little things I'd ever done to her or this family.

He wrenched her from me, and slammed me into a wall. Then he raised his hand to me. It was the actual first time he ever raised his hand to me, and it struck too. He slapped me across the face so many times I couldn't remember how many. All I remember was seeing little Joey come out of my room, and see the look on his face. I saw him throw himself at our father, but He was kicked off. Before I could do anything… my body went into shock… and shut down on me… lulling me into a black slumber unlike any other I'd ever experienced before. …and I thought… am I dead? No… I can't be… I cannot go like this and leave them… leave Joey… leave Jacob… all of them… so young… so uncared for. But the darkness pulled me closer, unrelenting in wanting to let go.