I know the story has been lame so far, it's been more of an internal conflict for Edward.
It will get better once they get to Chicago, I promise drama.
I decided to switch POV's for this chapter to uhh spice it up.
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to give insight into nameless characters psychy, which, nameless character
will be revealed later :]]
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I am a College student, pre-med, so if I start to slow down on the updates, I apologize.
Finals are in 3 weeks!
I only own plot Samantha, Howard and Abigail, who have yet to play a major role.
Un-named persons POV
Here I am sitting on the bed we once shared; in the home he built for me. I, for the first time in years, feel it is safe enough from the tears to allow my mind to wander. I've spent years; almost a century searching for him. Lord, how I miss him. My body still aches for his touch, for him to caress my skin after our, uh nightly, attempts at conceiving. He was my world; his memory is what has kept myself going all these years.
After the funeral I was, uh er, to say the least, distraught. I lost my meaning for living; I was made to be his wife. After a few unfortunate events, I was lead to seek help. I am no longer a child of God, per say, but I still believe in my strict Catholic upbringing.
The help that I sought gave me the gift of finding him; I knew he was not gone, I knew it. So for the last ninety years I have searched. I must say, it is much harder to find a group of vampires than it seems.
A few weeks ago I finally found him; how he has changed. His once emerald eyes the color of caramel, his once light brown hair with a tint of red, due to the Irish in him, bronze, his perfectly tanned skin pale, his beauty no longer erotic but sinister; oh how he has changed. I never let him know I was watching; I assume he has lost recollection of me. I know- knew- him to well, he would never of abandoned me, never.
I saw him with a girl, almost happy, but not quite. That smile on his face was not the same smile of bliss he shared on our wedding day- night. I've made it my purpose to learn a lot about vampires over the years; the few days I watched him I learned all I could about the new him. That girl, her blood, it calls to him. Now he has always been a bit of a masochist, it's the thrill that drives him. I wonder if his "love" for her is brought out due to her scent. I wonder if it's an addiction to smell and adrenaline. I know him in love, the way he is with her, isn't him in love.
I decided I needed to amp his memory, he's been haunted by the melody I wrote only weeks before he fell ill. Since his ailing frame was "laid to rest" I added to it, words, instruments, it kept me sane for a moment.
I hope he remembers; I hope he comes and finds me. He needs to know the real him, not the fairytale. I've concluded I'd be happy with him happy; if she is who he loves, I shall let it be. But if I get one vibe of it being anything but love, I will fight for him. I'll be damned if I sold my humanity to nothing!
All I can do now is sit and wait. The creaking of the old, front door, broke my trance. I sighed and made my way down the stairs, it was time to greet my companions of the last ninety years, the two who have helped me find him, who have kept me alive.
I wonder who nameless character is hmmm...
read. find out.
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