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I sighed and listened to my heels clink against the cobblestone street. I listened in loneliness and summoned the image of my soul mate to make my spirits rise. I smiled faintly, my face illuminated only by street lamps burning foul oil. I clutched my black purse to my body and wondered more about Figgie. He really was my best friend in this strange world--which was an odd thing for a predator to say of its desired prey. I could see the way he looked at me as I sat on the stool, lonely a

nd expectant, my white hands wrapped abrasively around a glass. A human wouldn't find it in his face--pity. I could, of course--I was far from human. In his greasy face folds, I could see it in his eyes--the way they moved and the way his mouth down turned by a millimeter. I tried to brush it off, but it was becoming harder and harder as time went by and the red-eyed beauty still hadn't yet come. How could my vision be anything but true, though?

I'd had my second vision on my way to Philadelphia--and I saw the sky in it. It was blotted gray, black and blue like a dreary watercolor painting, and the earth below was moist from rain. Without a moment to mull it over, I swerved beneath a pine tree and drew my legs to my chest, still in my asylum hospital-like gown. Only twenty minutes later, the rather dry day became a helpless puddle around me. I didn't think much of what I'd done to protect myself from the storm. It just seemed natural. When the grass dried up enough after the rain had fallen, I picked up myself and continued on without another thought about it.

Surely the vision about the red-eyed vampire had to be true. But was I making assumptions? This was besides the point of his arrival--but would he really be my soul mate? The thought often jarred me to stop, wherever I was. What if he was really supposed to kill me?

Or worse--be a normal vampire passing through? Nothing to fear--nothing to love? I usually dismissed that thought the moment it appeared. Why would I be having premonitions of an every day vampire--useless to my eternal life?

Yet, I remained unfaltering to my belief he was my future lover. I thought he was achingly beautiful, and every time I saw his in my mind, he was looking frightened. His neck would swerve so he could navigate the diner with wide yet wary scarlet eyes. He would check over his shoulder more often than needed in such a quiet little town with his large, worried eyes. Every time the glorious face appeared in my mind, I always longed to reach out and comfort him.

I longed to touch his hair, to brush my knuckles across his cheek, to give his lips a feathery soft touch with my fingertips. I wished my vision would stretch out further--so I could see me doing this, and his relaxed and grateful expression. I could only imagine his purple eyelids dropping in relief as I gently touched him.

I could imagine how tense he would feel--I'd seen him in torn and rugged clothing each time. Of course that affected me every time an old hunter would step into the diner with his forest worn clothes still on his back. It was odd to look forward to seeing such a raggedy character come through those doors.

I always told Figgie that I had the cutest cottage, but I didn't, of course. If only Figgie knew about my life. During the night, I would take walks. I didn't feel the need to stop somewhere and rest, of course. I was now walking over a tiny bridge built over a thin stream. I could hardly see it's use, for the stream was a foot down at its deepest. My heels clicked over it, sounding hollow. I hugged myself and buttoned up my cardigan.

I had been walking around the town for four hours before I finally stepped at an old tree in the park. On dreary days--when I was allowed outside, I would go to the park, but be the only one there. People didn't find the park very fun when it was gray and chilly out. So, it definitely wasn't the first time my loneliness pricked at me.

I'd sit on the bench where many people had etched words into. Some were swear words--those were becoming more rapid additions, but my favorite to trace with my finger was a heart with two names inside. It said 'Will + Kate Forever'. I was surprised it hadn't worn away, considering how many times I had rubbed at it, smiling and wondering where they were now.

It had been an awful day at the park one when I was not alone. Two middle school girls were at my bench, and that already had me a little disappointed. I loved company, but I loved my bench more. They sat on it, not being very gentle, either. I could see miniscule flakes of paint fall from it as they bounced on it idiotically and spoke loudly to each other. I'd sit at the base of a tree nearby and watch them, though they didn't know.

The one on the left was redheaded, and my ears seemed to grow as she snorted, "'Will + Kate Forever'? Ha. I'll bet he knocked her up and she's somewhere with a slimy baby trying to work two jobs." Her friend laughed and picked up a sharp rock at her feet, swinging her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She handed it to her friend, her giggled tapering off. The redhead sneered and took the rock and went to work on her own addition to the bench.

I was horrified to see her lean over my precious little heart sketching. I barely noticed through my horror that I had stood up. I heard myself say, "Hey, you girls! Quit vandalizing park property!" The blonde had looked up, a bit uneasy, but the redhead frowned at me.

I was walking to them now, trying not to bare my teeth at the little urchins. As soon as I was close enough to the redhead so she could register my appearance, she let the rock fall from her hand. Her mouth unhinged and opened slackly. I stood in front of them, hands on my slim hips, frowning back just as rudely. They picked up their bags and shuffled off, red faced. Their blood scent lingered, but it was sour in my dread. I leaned over to see the damage.

The girl had managed to scratch out 'Forever' with her crude little tool. I sighed and touched the pulpy wood, fresh white beneath the cracking brown paint. I had to believe two people could be happy together…forever, and that wretched little human had scribbled out something that assured me. I had taken a very, very long walk that day until five o' clock: when Figgie's shift began.

I pried from my memories--the only thing I held close, as I felt the scratched-out words beneath my palm. In the darkness, I could still see the 'Will + Kate' part. I was glad I had stopped the red headed devil child from crossing their names out, at least. They were perhaps my second and third best friends, and I had never met them before. I could only imagine them up and swoon over the romantic things they would do. Will would probably give her flowers and massage her shoulders and she would make him a huge breakfast and nurse him back to health after the flu struck the town. I often daydreamed about joining them on a double date with my blonde suitor, but that was such a wild fantasy that I decided to put it in broad sunlight just for the heck of it and try to believe they wouldn't stare at our glittering skin.

I leaned against the bench and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander and my body be still. This was the closest thing I had to sleep.

Song inspiration: Enya's May It Be