Sorry i haven't updated as frequently as i have been known to do--i've been very busy. Anyways....do you think maybe--just MAYBE we could get to 15 reviews in exchange for the next chapter? Pretty please with sugar on top? Lots of sugar and peanuts and sprinkles! And hot fudge and whipped cream and Edward laying shirtless on top? :D
In a small boutique on a street where the sun blared down, two twin girls were sighing and giggling to each other as they described their perfect husbands and perfect weddings, and what kind of bridesmaid dress their gorgeous friend would pick out for them to wear. They wondered what type of dress could match her own beauty. Was there such a dress besides the one she recently bought...?
In a quiet diner, a rather overweight yet patient man wiped the counter with a dishrag, in slow deliberate circles. He raised his eyes every five minutes, scanning his dinner crowd for a small woman with a bright glow coming from her. She'd have short black hair. She'd have a smile to stop the world. The man cleaned dish after dish, served and cooked in different shifts, all the while wondering about the show-stopping girl that was supposed to come.
In that same diner, two hours later, the moon hung high and there were only two tables that were filled. Both held couples--young and in love, gazing at each other. The bartender sat at his lonely bar, checking his watch and sighing.
The door opened, the bell tinkled. The bartender looked up, expecting a gorgeous little woman. The couples looked over their shoulders, and suddenly shrank away. In trudged a tall man with his head down, his blonde hair covering parts of his bone white face. His lips were pressed together into a hard line. He seemed to tower in the sleepy little diner. The bartender straightened up. When the mysterious young man lifted his hand to brush away his wavy hair, the bartender gasped and regretted every look he gave to the tiny black haired girl--insinuating that she had some screws loose. That bartender knew that this was the tall blonde man from her dreams--the one with the mysterious scars and pale skin matching hers.
When the strange young man looked at the bartender, the pudgy man had second thoughts. This man had dark eyes…they looked burgundy…perhaps dark brown. Certainly not blue. Yet, he knew this was the correct man. "S-Sir?" The bartender whispered. The tall man turned slowly, eyes wide. He didn't step closer--he was in the middle of the diner. The bartender swallowed and motioned him closer. The young man answered this offer my pulling at his collar until it popped up around his face…but the fat man had still seen an odd texture on his collarbone, even from afar. The mysterious man didn't move still.
"Sir, someone is looking for you."
A dark eyebrow shot up on the man's confused face. The bartender had to admit that the man was fit for modeling tuxedo's at Timmy's Tuxes down the street. The little burnette girl deserved nothing less than such an attractive young fellow. The bartender nervously cleared his throat, keeping the small lady in his mind. "She comes here every night looking for a young man with blonde hair…white skin, and tall. And one that looks like he's been through the forest." The young man's eyes switched across his white hand, a blonde tendril shielding his right eye, and to his rugged and dirt-stained jacket.
He turned to the excited man, eyes wide and trying to understand. The bartender felt cool sweat on his forehead.
"Yes, yes. Her name…it's Alice. She has been looking for you for two years, young man. I haven't a clue where she is now, but she needs you." The dark eyebrow arched again, questioning sanity this time. "I know this sounds stupid! I know! I never believed her, and I feel…terrible." The bartender's voice was tapering, and the couples were beginning to lay down their money and grab their coats. The wind whirled inside the warm diner, and they were all alone. "Anyway...she's a petite little lady, with short black hair and a really nice smile. She has golden eyes--like topaz, you know? And she has really pale skin, like you--and sort of purplish bruises under her eyes, like she doesn't sleep a whole lot." The bartender silently wondered why the young man's jaw unhinged for a second before he composed himself, tugging at his collar again.
That man spoke.
"Do you know here she is?" he asked, barely audible. The bartender could still hear the beauty of it…and it pained him to shake his head. "She cannot be too far." he only said sadly. The young man startled him by swerving away from the diner and bursting out the door. The chilly night replaced him, not comforting the bartender. He sat in the diner, alone in the yellow light, hoping that some miracle brought the two young people together, because he knew they did need each other.
Troubled, he picked up his dishrag and began to clean.
What he didn't know was that the young man wasn't rushing off to find this mystery woman and sweeping her off her feet, but going to the creek. He was going to stare into the water and prod at his scarred skin, wondering how any woman could be looking for him.
He would take a desperately long time, giving a horrifying black-haired demon time to cover up his victim's scent, unknowing if anyone was trying to follow. This evil vampire was deeply infatuated with the small woman he refused to let go of…and she was praying for a rescue that was being delayed…because the rescuer wasn't believing some human's story.
There were some things he considered--the pale skin and purple eyes sockets description…what could he possibly make of it? He continued to stare into the creek when the wind kicked up. It was rather warm for such a dark night, but it caught a scent that possibly saved a small brunette lady in danger.
The scent of cherry blossoms and oranges lifted from beneath the bridge, to the blond vampire's wonder. He leaned to the side, peering into the blackness beneath the creaky old fixture. Hesitantly, he reached out his moon white hand, and it wrapped slowly around a soft bundle of clothes. He brought it out, gazing at it with wonder for the beautiful smell it had.
He brought it to his white nose and inhaled curiously, then dropped it. He looked around, expecting a figure to appear, haunting him and jesting horribly at him. Like a ghost, jeering at all the mistakes he'd made in his vampire life. He couldn't take that. He would go mad--he would set out to find some sort of ultimate vampire coven to take his sorry excuse of a life away. He would beg for that while the horrific ghostly woman pressed her cheek to his and laughed dauntingly in his ear. He would only plead more while she cackled.
But what if that was not the case? Could the fat and delicious smelling human be truthful? He had a special talent, after all…could others, too? Could she really have been expecting him somehow? He was pretty sure of it…he'd been attacked by so many assorted vampires of assorted powers and techniques…anything was possible. He barely ever doubted a thing anymore. He never believed in mythical creatures…like vampires…but that was obviously proven wrong. The only things he doubted anymore was…things that made him happy or hopeful. Vampires existed, but he wasn't very sure about happiness. That was a myth, for sure.
He crouched beside the baby creek and splashed chilly water on his face, letting it drip down the side of his nose and chin. He gasped at the chilliness and debated with himself.
Go after a woman he'd never met…?
Go after a possible figment of imagination…?
Go after nothing…and risk losing either happiness or reason for death?
Far away came a scream, blood curdling and ear splitting…but it was on the other side of the forest.
His whole head was immersed in the numbing-cold water the second it trilled through the air, rendering him momentarily deaf. He didn't hear it with his precise ears. It halted--as if the mouth had been clamped upon in the blackness…ominous and threatening.
He whipped up his head, his hair flinging crystallized water droplets in the dark blue night. He sighed and pressed his hand to his face, closing his eyes. After twenty or so minutes, he picked up the bundle of clothes and snapped the binding string in half. The soft cotton unfurled in his ivory hands, and he stared down at the garments like they were works of art, not falling-apart discount clothing.
He felt odd for inhaling their sweet scent again, but he would regret not treating himself to the tantalizing smell later. The scent was so amazing--like nothing he'd ever smelled before. It was almost as mouth-watering as human blood. The gloom inside of him emphasized 'almost.' Only 'almost', it insisted. He frowned and picked up a new shirt. It was worn out and white, sort of thin. He burrowed his palm inside of it, rubbing the scented softness there. He felt guilty for invading someone's space. If this was truly the mystery woman's belongings…wouldn't she be real? Surely his imagination wasn't that creative…how many people could create the most wonderful scent in their mind? How did he know how delicious it would be? It didn't make any sense.
He crossed his legs and dipped his face delicately in towards the clothing. His head swam in so many thoughts. Finally, he made a decision.
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