You know the saying, time flies?
Well, it's complete bull.
"Time does not fly. At least, it mopes along, draining you of all energy, well, all the energy a ghoul has, and the annoying thing is you can never speed it up.
No matter how many times you've floated around a house, countless times you've stared out the kitchen window, wishing you can touch something, do something, you can never just ask the time to speed up. That's what I caught myself hoping for.
For some magical power to move time along, so dark would cloud the sky and I would finally return to my body.
I floated above the sofa, glaring at the door, wishing I could go outside. I probably could, if the necklace would move it's butt from around my neck. I sighed, irritably, your going to need a bit of back story to understand that.
I was born in 1852.
I was from quite a wealthy family, so no problems ever crossed my mind. Saying that, no serious problems ever showed their face, just 'I haven't a new dress for that ball' or 'I need a new doll for this weekend'. So you could say I was surprised I find my self tied to a bed, in a completely unknown place, not exactly alive, at the age if nineteen. I only found out that I was ghoul when the sun rises and I left my body. If a ghoul could faint, that's exactly what I would have done. Over years, I found I had been kidnapped by it. It kept me for years, like a pet, but it soon got tired of my biting, scratching, attacking, and running away.
So what did he- it do?
He brought in a Witch. The Witch's name was Ichabod.
A Witch was so much more powerful than a wizard, and could be any sex.
It got Ichabod to make a necklace. It was like a choker, but for a man. It was gold that laced around a thousand year old sycamore wood and then stooped into a purple stone that was made specially for containment, called Amerand, found deep in the Underworld, through the Black Door. Come on, guys, the Black Door was the door to the Underworld. Guarded by Cerberus? Good, we're on the same page now. I could still hear the amusement in his voice now.
"Now, now, Invetta. Keep still while this Witch makes this choker for us." The Witch-Ichabod- stood before me, looking at me tied to the post in sympathy, before clamping the hot metal vice around my neck and then taking the mould to the furnace. Then it held up a purple stone.
"This, my dear, is a containment stone. It means, my love, you'll be mine, forever." I felt my blood run cold. I. Will. Not. Be. Contained.
So the Witch made the choker, and fixed it to it's neck. He explained the details. It tied my soul to the necklace, now is not a good time to explain how. I could only move thirty feet away from the purple stone before unimaginable pain would course through my veins. It could only be taken of the wearers neck if the wearer died or in dire circumstances, another needed it's protection. The choker gave it's wearer the protection of ten powerful Witches. Anyway, things happened, it. . . Disappeared, and I ended up with the choker placed around my pale neck. So you see, as the choker was on my dead body, all I could do was wander the house.
I screamed, silently, in joy, when I felt the tingles and watched the sun slowly sink into the ground. I floated as quickly to my body before being pulled in, with the pain and all, before bolting up right, body and all.
"Great Gods." I breathed and then walked into the bathroom to wash. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a dip dyed t-shirt and a dark hoodie before stumbling into the kitchen for coffee. I was never a morning person. Or an early night person, whatever. I looked through the cupboards and even the fridge and groaned when there was no coffee. Growling, unhappily, I realised the shops would be still open for a while, and practically ran out of the house, and then stopped suddenly. Neighbours. Pros and cons, Third Thoughts?
Pro, less time until coffee.
Con, you'll have to be friendly to them, and you don't want to get to know them.
Pro, it's only asking for coffee, and your in sure need of coffee.
Con, heed my warning.
Pro, coffeeeeeeee soooooonneeerrrr.
I chuckled, brains. Turning on my heel, I stalked to the nearest neighbour and rapped on the door. There was a clatter behind the doors and a mumbling, before it was opened by a very amused looking man. I looked up, and then looked up some more. This man was a giant. His face beamed down at me, not twitching at all at my albinism. His dark hair was closely cropped to his head and he had russet skin. Quillette genes, I realised.
"Can I help you?" He asked and I snapped back into reality, realising I'd been staring. If I could blush, I'd be beet red.
"Uh, yeah." I stammered then cleared my throat. "Yeah, I was wondering if I could borrow some coffee? I moved in yesterday and I haven't been able to get out to get some. Oh! Sorry, I'm so rude, my name is, uh," I paused, recognising I was rambling. I gave the giant a hesitant smile. "Adelaide." The giant laughed.
"Sam." He smiled back. "Come in." He left the door open and then walked back into the house. I closed the door behind me and followed the man, almost having to jog to catch up.
"Emily!" He bellowed and I rolled my eyes. Men. Always had to be loud. My heart nearly stopped once more when I walked into a living room crowded with men and women. Some men were playing loudly on xbox's, while others were gulping down food and the girls sat watching and giggling. The men all looked like siblings with the cropped black hair and russet skin, but what really thumped me on the back of the head was when Sam walked up to a heavily pregnant woman and cuddled her. She turned and I nearly gasped at the scars running down her face but I could see it only added character. The noise had completely seized and every one was looking at me. I shifted on the spot and then grinned. Sam looked round the room but his eyes went back to what I thought would be Emily.
"Emily," he said, looking down at the heavily pregnant woman and I rejoiced in my head for being right. "This is Adelaide. She's come for some coffee." And then to be polite, I added a;
"Please." The woman smiled at me then shuffled out the room, following her was Sam. Then I was assaulted by the other people shouting.
"Shut up!" One shrieked. It was a blonde girl, with shining blue eyes. She turned to me.
"Lara. That ones Seth, Embry, my boyfriend, Collin, Brady, Jared and Quil." Then she turned to the girls. "This is Claire, and Kim."
"Adelaide." I replied and gave a little wave. It was silent for a moment before a loud whisper broke it.
"Dude. She's white!" I saw Embry give Quil a smack across the head.
"Dude, she's albino." Embry commented and gave Quil a pointed look. I burst out laughing and they all swivelled their heads to me.
"Dudes." I mimicked. "Your brown!" I continued laughing for a while before calming down while the rest just looked amused.
"Yes, Quil, I'm albino." I gave him a quick smile to show him I was holding no grudge, though I could hold a mean grudge before turning to the TV and gasping,
"That's totally my favourite game! I bet I can whop all your asses." I pushed Embry out of his seat and grinned before picking up the controller.
"Bring it on, girl." Embry muttered and I laughed. I would bring it on. Indeed.
"We were three games in, I of course, winning, when Emily came back in and said,
"Cup of coffee? You seem to have made your self quite comfortable." I slapped my forehead, hard.
"I'm so sorry!-" Emily cut me off.
"It's fine. I'm use to it. Milk? Sugar? " She showed me the mug that most definantly held my coffee.
"Please!" I said excitedly. As soon as the milk and sugar were in the coffee, I snatched it out of Emily's outstretched hands and greedily drinking half of it
"Burning! Burning!" I screeched, panting. Emily rushed into the kitchen to grab some water and I glared at Embry when he tatted up the game, making me lose. I gulped the water but then managed to splutter it over me when Embry started yet another game.
I stuttered as I watched him race past my stationary car, and then wafted my hand at my burning tongue. I looked at Emily and pointed at Embry. She just grinned at me and I frowned. Growling, I decided to do the only thing I can do. I leaped onto Embry's hunched back and he screeched as I toppled over him onto the floor, but in the process knocking the conttroller out of his hand. Ginning, triumphantly, I then watched in horror as Embry screamed, "Pile on!" And then jumped on me. I spluttered and then rigidly held still as Embry's fingers started tickling my side.
"St- st- stop! Stop!" I laughed, prying his finger off my sides. I had no such luck in that department. I kept laughing until Embry's fingers stilled and a deep voice interrupted.
"What the hell is going in here?" I pushed Embry off me to look at the new comer. He was practically a clone to the others, but he was far more handsome. His face was scrunched with anger.
"Paul." Seth warned. "We have a friend." Paul's gaze snapped over to me and it instantly softened. I looked around to see amused faces. I looked back to Paul as it felt I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I looked into his chocolate eyes and saw one emotion I never thought I'd see again. Complete , can I bear to say it? Love.
Your so bloody damned to hell and beyond.
Thanks for the support, brain.
Paul smiled softly at me.
"I'm Paul." He said and I'm sorry to say my heart skipped a beat. I scolded it silently for its antics and smiled back, but a wide covering-emotions smile.
"Adelaide."
And I would swear, later, when telling this story, that I heard him mutter Adelaide over and over like it was the best thing in the whole damn world.
And then the moment was completely ruined by those Third Thoughts.
Why do you have to get all the nutters?
I nearly went and killed myself right then.
My brain was totally against me.