Chapter 2 – Night time –
The night fell rapidly around us, creating the one atmosphere that we felt comfortable in. We didn't have to hide, not really. Of course, I wasn't quite in the shape for running around with humans. Their warmth, their blood pumping through their body still made me furious. I couldn't control it, not the way the others did. When I walked down the stairs into the living room, William and Mary were sitting on the couch, talking quietly and fast to each other. Almost only hissing under their breaths. The moment I entered the room, their voices went dead. "Lana…", William said, holding his hand out towards me. "It's good to see you." "Right…", I said, not quite able to control the sarcastic tone in my voice. Whenever I looked at him, at the black hair that fell smoothly around his face, that never aged, that was frozen in its 30-year-state, I had to remember the one intimate moment we shared, now nearly a year ago.
"I'll deal with it, Alex. Just leave – NOW!" The pain was worse. Worse than anything I ever experienced. I could feel the ribs, broken and shattered, stabbing through the thin skin on my chest, felt the blood that filled my mouth now.
I wished for death, since the moment, he had first laid his hands on me.
"Lana, listen to me!" The voice was muted by a black veil of satin that laid itself upon me, I wanted to give in to it, wanted to feel the warmth of it, the relief of feeling nothing. Going to a place, where fear would not exist. "Lana!", the voice called again, angry now. I opened my eyes, looking into black eyes, the eyes that caused the horror that was sobbing through my brain. "No!", I wanted to scream, wanted to run, wanted to… Live? "Listen, I won't let you die." Won't let you die… Won't let you die… It was everything I heard, and then, the pain became even worse…
I made my way through the living room and up to the kitchen, it was empty and dark, I didn't switch on the lights. In my opinion, this room was the oddest one in the house; vampires didn't need kitchens, didn't need refrigerators or anything like that, but still, it felt like home. I sat down on the floor, leaning back against the stone wall, resting my chin on my knees. To my discomfort, Mary entered the kitchen shortly after me, sitting down on one of the wooden chairs. "We'll go hunting tonight.", she said slowly, examining me closely. "I'll stay." I was in no mood for hunting parties, I had feed two days ago and wasn't too thirsty. William had said I got able to control the thirst better each day. It was a relief, the burning in my throat had made me so angry, confused and most of all – uncontrollable. "He said, you would say that, but I'm afraid, you'll have to come with us. Things won't get out of hand again." She frowned, internally cursing me for making them move altogether. "I fed too days ago." It was like arguing with my mother, whether I had to go to school or I hadn't. I wished, my days were full of these little fights you had as a human. I missed school, which was stupid enough. I missed sleeping. Sleeping was the thing I probably missed the most. I had dreamed a lot back then, dreaming myself into other parts of the world, where I had been some ancient princess or brave Amazon. "He knows that, Lana. We just have to make sure. Especially, as we're going to meet some old friend of his." "Friend?", I asked, suddenly curious. "They know each other from the old days in London. We'll leave in about an hour. Be ready." She stood up, throwing me another bewildered look and left the room. Some old friend… I wondered who that might be, William always spoke about some vampires he had met centuries ago, but whom he never believed to see again. But with the new media… I laughed internally. Did vampires meet in chat rooms? I shook my head and stood up, slowly heading up the stairs to my room. I had to get my stuff, the cloak and stuff. Upstairs I nearly ran into Madelyn, who was lingering in front of the bathroom, muttering something to herself. "What are you doing here?", I asked, trying to ignore her hostile look. "Getting ready.", she answered, closing the buckles of her boots. "You know what kind of friend William plans on meeting?" Although I wasn't eager on talking to Madelyn for long, I really was curious about meeting others I could be around without wanting to rip their head off. "Some old friend from London. He said, he was called Carlisle back then, but they didn't really kept in touch, obviously." I nodded. "Well then, meet you downstairs." She hurried down the staircase and was gone. Carlisle? I thought about it, trying to remember stories, William had told me during my time between life and death. I remembered some of it, but nothing about a guy called Carlisle…
I don't know, if anybody reads this, but here's the second chapter. Let's see what happens next. :) Love, B.