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Sonny.

xXx

The clock read three twenty-eight. That is when I heard shuffling of the sheets upstairs. Lucy moved around in the bed, stretching her muscles. I heard her groan and one of her bones crack before she let out a long sigh. I wondered what it would feel like to sleep- for real, not just fainting like I did the other way. After a moment I heard her breathing even out and she fell back to sleep.
All night I contemplated things, but I tried to stay focused on Lucy's survival. Or, how I was going to kill her, really. I had to make her like me, right? Right. The answer was so simple- I had to make her immortal so that she could weirdly survive Hollywood and the fairytale creatures in it. Soon the Malexia would come for us...but none of us were sure when. For all we know they might not know what's the matter, but then again, they are powerful.
But I know nothing about them. Would they automatically come to a conclusion of violence? Would the vampires have to fight alone? But why would they fight in the first place? Because they wouldn't approve of Chad's and my relationship. If Collin- at first- did not approve of it, the wolves too, then the Malexia wouldn't just not approve of it- they would find away to end it. And one way or another, it would kill us both. Chad and me.
Chad. He hadn't come back. Was he never coming back, then? Ever?
Lucy. I have to think about Lucy.
Am I technically allowed to change her? Is there some vampire rule that I'm forbidden to hurt her, change her, even tell her anything?
I needed Collin. Where was he? Chad wasn't giving me all the details.
Chad. Why hasn't he come back yet?
Grr.
If I were to try and change Lucy, how would I do it? Do I bite her like they do in the movies- in the books? Is there some special potion only vampires can create or something? I needed someone here to help me with this. I'm so clueless. It's not like a vampire is going to crash through my door and give me all my answers. Well, unless it was Collin. Collin. I need Collin!
I wanted to pick up the bench I was sitting on and throw it at the wall. But then again, I really liked the waterfall room. And just this once is the fact that the bench is nailed o the floor a problem. I focused on the falling water from the ceiling, reaching my finger out and parting the water momentarily. Then I brought my finger back. I didn't know what to do. There was nothing I could do except sit around and do nothing.
I'll do what Lucy would do when I used to live across the street from her. I'll pace.
I stood up, and for a second I just stood there. I didn't think this would help, but I needed something to do- anything. Hesitantly, I took a small step forward. Okay. Now another.
Soon I was trudging in slow-motion (though to a human I would be sprinting) across the floor, making sure my feet landed on the perfectly straight line I'd stomped into the floor. I gave it five minutes before I began to zoom across my line. I gave that ten minutes before I huffed and let myself fall into a perfect pretzel in less than half a second on the floor. I put my elbows on my crossed legs and put my chin in my hands, staring through the glass wall at the darkened world outside. I recalled that just the other day I murdered people out there, the rain and nature doing its thing and having the wolves break themselves down into the ground and the rain washing away any traces of blood.
The thought made mew cringe and I turned myself around to face the small river and water fall.
I watched as the water rushed through out the room, snaking its way through every twist and turn that the builders carved into the floor. I don't know why I bought this house, anyways. I don't need it...but it does satisfy me. The soft red colors on the wall in the room was striking against the creamy colors of the floor, making the water a perfect addition to the peaceful being of the room. but it didn't do much to help with my frustration, my sadness.
I shook my head.
This is all I can do:
I have to wait for Collin to get back before any type of change comes to Lucy's life and or lifestyle.
I must deal with Chad and the questions that may come of my denial toward his marriage wishes.
I have to cope without Chad, Collin, or any other vampire to help me and give me the answers I need.
I need to cope without answers.
I need to cope without Collin.
I need to cope without any peace of mind.
I need to cope without Chad.
The last two were limited time. Sooner or later (and who knows what that even means anyways) everything will get sorted out.
I thought about my current lonely state.
I missed Chad.
It felt like years rather then days when he was gone.
I smiled, "And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie
Is made up on your side..."
I sighed deeply, for my song seemed like a one time thing. I didn't try and reach for my guitar, knowing that the attempt- before it even started- would be a failure. I missed Chad horribly, and I could feel the whole in my chest that he filled up so easily begin to open up again, causing me to weakly- for a vampire like me- wrap my arms around my torso as if I were literally holding myself together. My face crumpled at the sign of weakness.
For a minute I stayed like that before sitting straight. I took an unnecessary deep breath and shook my head, splashing the river that circled around me as fast and hard I could. It flung ferociously through the air and sacked against the wall loudly because of the force behind me. Shocked, I looked closer at the wall and saw that the movement caused dents in the wall. I leaned back on the ground and smacked the ground in a steady rhythm. My hair surrounded my face and brushed against me softly.
I listened to sounds around me as closely as I could. I could still hear Lucy's breathing, for she was now taking the four-hundred sixty-seventh breath since I had started counting. I heard the sheets rubbing against each other as her stomach slowly lifted up and down again. I listened even closer, past the glass wall I was looking through now and heard a bird chirp and its wings flapping through the air with a quick snap. I heard leaves whisper as they rubbed up against the others and floated in the breeze. I heard animals in the nearby woods run deeper into the forest until I couldn't hear anymore.
Then something happened.
Something in the trees was running with incredible speed in my direction- the house's direction. It had to be a vampire. The outline of a human foot- which is the same as a vampire foot since we look on the outside like humans- thumped across the floor and made more noise then one of a wolf's could. A wolf would be more silent, its small paws making less noise.
A vampire was running as fast as it could toward my house.
Relief coursed through me. It had to be Collin!
But as I continued to watch the darkness, I realized that the sound was actually coming from the side of the house. Collin had already circled he house, much slower than he usually runs, and was going to enter through the front. Did he see me back here? Did he choose to come in the front way because I was interrupting the back way ?
Collin wouldn't do that.
I took a deep breath through my nose, realizing with fright that the scent was too distant to make out any fact other than the one that it was definitely a vampire.
I stood in a blinding movement, immediately becoming territorial.
The footsteps began to slow, only for a minute. Then they stopped completely. From the front of the house they would be approximately fifty feet away. The from door was indeed unlocked, but, of course, that didn't matter at all. Then, not a second passing, the footsteps picked up in double time, zooming in front of my yard and nearing the front door like a bullet.
Cindy. It was Cindy!
Oh, no.
I was already at the kitchen. The lock- to my surprise- was broken silently and the door creaked open. The vampire slowly moved into the house, and I watched her eyes bulge as she didn't breathe. She stood, for about forty-five seconds, before I spoke.
"Cindy," I looked at her, and reached out whilst taking a small, slow step forward.
She hissed. "Who is upstairs?"
"No one, Cindy, no one."
"She looks so... mouthwatering," Her eyes seemed to roll in the back of her head because of her weakness.
"Cindy." I said, shaking my head. "There's no one upstairs."
"I've seen her Sonny!" She snapped. "I know where she is, what she's doing now, and she's asleep..."
"No." I said simply.
"Why don't I just go and check then?" She said with a sick smile.
I shrugged. "Your thirst might be making you a little...confused, Cindy."
She was halfway up the steps.
"Right!" She huffed sarcastically, and went quite slowly for a vampire up the steps.
Fear struck me at the same time I heard paws running though the forest toward my home.
In just one second, Lucy could die.
I growled menacingly, having my lips vibrate and pull out the scary sound. Cindy sped up, and the paws came closer to the house. I could see the scene in slow motion- wolves running toward me, a vampire running away from me, my mind going into overdrive.
I had to trust myself to be fast enough.
In half a second later of time, Cindy whipped the door open, but her speed made it silent.
My feet moved blindingly fast, and wolves that I wished Chad were among were nearing my front porch, Cindy made it through the door in the same amount of time I could fly up the stairs and down the hall.
An enemy was less then ten feet away from my family. Once again I hissed hideously and reached out. She was so close...
Her fingertips brushed the fabric of the sheets near Lucy's neck just before I grabbed a hold of her sweater. The fabric was extremely thick, making it only rip a few stitches of the shirts back toward me. She hissed silently to Lucy, but the sound was loud and clear to me.
For the first time in over probably seven months, Cindy was less than a mile, foot, inch away from the most mouthwatering human any bloodsucker would smell.
Pulling her away from her prey by her shirt I reached out and ripped her hands away from Lucy's bubble, pinning them behind her back with one hand and clamping a hand over her mouth with the other. I brought one leg around her right one, making sure that any attempt to move would be disabled by the unbalanced footage.
So we stood, tangled, next to a delicious human being, neither of us breathing. Lucy's breathing, though, stayed perfectly in rhythm as the sheets moved in synchronization with her stomach, hips. I pursed my lips from laughing at the whole situation.
My door burst open, but luckily Chad stopped it before it hit the wall and caused the oblivious girl to awaken.
Chad.
Chad is in my house. Chad came back! He's not leaving me!
YAY!
My excitement added to the unusual scene and I giggled softly, while Cindy's face crumbled in confusion under my hand.
And that's how the wolves found us.
I watched Lucy's face to avoid eye contact with anyone. One wolf smelled unfamiliar to me, and his smell wasn't as alluring as the others. Hmm. I smelled Chad, and saw him in my peripheral vision. The room was dark, but I could see him clearly. He came up behind me.
"Move," He said quietly, softly bumping me.
"No," I hissed.
"Move," He said more sternly. "I've got her."
Cindy began to cry, staring at the most delicious meal taunting her, less than two feet away.
I heard a wolf growl as Chad and I spoke.
I whipped my head around. I saw a wolf I'd never seen before. "Hi," I whispered, smiling "Sonny." I nodded.
I turned away before he could answer. I kept my eyes away from Chad's.
"I'll take her hunting."