I stand around in the lobby, and light a cigarette. My hand is shaking so much it takes me three tried to turn on the lighter. I breathe in the poisonous smoke and breathe out a shaky breathe. The dark emotions are building up. I can feel my anger getting out of control, starting to bubble over. I sigh. I don't really understand why i get like this sometimes, but I knew how to deal with it. I walked over to the bar and walked behind it and pulled out a bottle of vodka, the turned and started walking towards my room.
"Excuse me sir, you need to pay for that", called one of the moroi waitresses, walking up to me and standing in front of me. I looked at her, not really interested, and reached into my pocket to pull out my money, but then I saw something that distracted me behind the waitress. A group of young Dhampir's had just walked into the lobby. There was one that caught my eye. She was shorter than the rest. She was young and curved and mouth wateringly beautiful. And her name was rose Hathaway, and she was perfect.
Even with a black eye? I asked myself.
Yes. I answered. Even with a black eyes.
And by the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who thought that. A Dhampir boy who had walked in with her, was gazing at her, like she was the sun. the very thing that held him to this earth. He had red hair and freckles, and look about the same age. I scowled slightly, as I say her kiss him. This must be the boyfriend. I had to admit it, I was jealous. And that confused the fuck out of me. I barely knew this girl, and here I am, getting into fights over her, and thinking about her constantly. There's something different about her, its like she is drawing me to her.
I watch as her and the boy walk off to there dorms.
I think its time for anther visit, I think to myself, smiling, and throwing some money down on the bar.
I sat back on the windowsill, keeping the bottle of vodka beside me. I lean against it, and close my eyes. another one of the weird things I can do, it dream walk. If someone is sleeping, and I think about them hard enough, its like I pull them into my head, into my oun dreamland, were I can make anything happen. I lean back and think of rose, waiting for her to fall asleep…
yes, its short, yea, its been like a year, yes, i am soooooo sorry :( no excuses. im sorry :'(