I decided soon enough that the best way for me to find Marcus was to first understand this strange world that I ended up in, afterall he might turn out to be here. However firstly I should satisfy my hunger so as not to cause any scenes later on, as that would make a very bad first impression. On the otherside of the graveyard I noticed a large dense forest and decided that the couple would be my first targets, I'd just kill them together so that they may live eternity together. Since no one else was in the graveyard I managed to sneak up to them and knock them out before they even realized I was there. Then I quickly dragged them to the forest, hidden from the church's view before I began my drinking raid. Soon enough I was finished and replenished, so I quickly buried the bodies near the graveyard and prayed my apologies to them. I was never very religious, however I did feel bad for taking their lives away and so it was the least I could do. Then, for good reference I prayed to one of my favorite Goddesses' Artemis for strength. I had a small flashback then of when I was a child and was watching my cousin before her wedding sacrificing her old toys to Artemis and dreaming that one day I would be just like her. I will be just like her, I thought to myself, I will find Marcus and we will get married and runaway. With those words I headed off to the nearby town looking for shelter and more importantly help.
As I began my walk down the stoned street I looked all around me. Shops were very high tech with large glass windows and beautifully colored displayed. I even saw more of those pushed wagons and realized that the road in the middle was just for them whilst the pavemented sidewalks were for pedestrians. There were lights I noticed, three in a row, yellow, red and green that almost gave the wagons directions. The wagons all stopped on red, slowed down on yellow and continued moving on green. I also noticed that all signs were written in some foreign language that slightly resembled Greek or possibly Egyptian but didn't match up to any language I knew. Suddenly, I noticed a lot of snooty girls walking on the pedestrian side as well wearing very revealing and odd clothes including pants! They were giving me disgusted and confused looks. At first I assumed they were just jealous until I noticed my reflection in a vintage clothing shop's window. My black waves of hair were tussled, unruly and covered with dirt. My new (old?) tunic was ripped, the ropes' colors faded and practically brown from all the dirt. My sandals almost completely ripped. Only my red eyes stood out from my face, gems in the dirt. I needed to wash-up.
Quickly, I ran into the shop relieved to find it empty. The floor was carpeted with a very beautiful azure rug and the clothes (completely odd) hanging on strange solid materials from metal racks. I walked up to a wooden counter where I found a sweet old lady in a strange outfit of fuscia pants and some type of light pink blouse that didn't need to be held up by any ropes or such but was just a single piece. "May I help you sweetie?" Her words were completely foreign and nothing I'd ever heard before, they were calm though so I assumed she wasn't angry or such. How should I reply I pondered? Suddenly the idea hit me: I would just pretend I was deaf, this woman didn't look too intellectual and I doubt she would know sign language. I pointed to my ear and shook my head, "Oh dear, well my son knows sign language, let me get him! Achilles! Come down here now!" The old woman shouted and I confused, just stood there trying to fix my hair. Soon enough a young man with dark brown hair a little lower than his ears and husky blue eyes walked down from a small staircase behind the counter, first he began in another foreign language, but this one slightly familiar, with a blank face. The elder lady switched to talk in this other foreign language back at him whilst I was trying to decipher why this language seemed so familiar to me. Eventually, the young man took a paper and pen from behind the desk and began to scribble something whilst I realized that the language they were speaking was a strange context of Greek! Finally the idea hit me that even though their speaking of Greek was different their alphabat surely was the same! As the man handed me the paper with the strange foreign language on it I wrote back to him in my beautiful Greek handwriting "My name is Didyme, I need your help," hoping the man would understand. Fortunately, luck was on my side.
The Fotopoulos' helped me out a lot. I explained to them that I was from a very small and conservative village in East Greece that doesn't use 'electricity' (which is what I found out supplies the lights and makes the wagons move as well as runs 'technology') and they let me wash-up in their showers (which are these machines that supply water from underground and bring it up for your washing needs), gave me clothes that were 'cool' (whatever that means) and after admitted to them not being able to understand their modern Greek that my little village uses 'Ancient' Greek are teaching me their context of Greek and then hopefully what they call "English". Apparently English is the main language here in this country called "The United States". It's almost miraculous how I manage to forget about my thirst for blood when I'm with them, however, once every two weeks I always go on a 'walk' where I try to find a victim or two just in case. Whenever they offer me food however I simply swallow as much as I can of it and then conclude that I'm full. At night, instead of sleeping, I enjoy dissecting their family library and learning about all the history I was 'asleep' for. Turns out, last time I saw Aro was around 1000BCE, which stands for 'Before Common Era', and now it's already 2005 CE, Common Era. As my English rapidly improves I'm able to understand more and more books and have now replenished my mind of all the years I missed during the last 3000 years. My mind usually shifts to Marcus at night and worries of him, of what had happened to him, I try to cry, but no tears come out.