Silver In Our Blood
Chapter 5
Daydream
That night, I couldn't sleep even though I was tired because I was too scared, I was literally petrified at the idea of what was roaming the night, but mostly of what was roaming in my veins… Incapable of sleeping, I snuck out of my bedroom and went to the ballroom. I slipped on my pointe shoes, put on Franz Schubert's disc onto the old turntable and danced. Danced till my feet hurt, my body ached and I had ran out of breath. Dance had always been a liberation, it was like taking all the emotions and words I couldn't say and throwing them out of my body. It was like I could talk without saying a word. Dance for me was easier than talking, it was as natural as breathing.
I decided to take a pause and that's when I noticed the shadow moving in the corner. Surprised, I almost fell.
"Sorry" The shadow spoke up. "I didn't mean to scare you." The shadow stepped into the light and I recognized those crystal blue eyes.
"How long were you there?" I asked out of breath, the soft music still playing in the background.
"I heard footsteps in the hall so I followed to make sure you were safe." He told me casually, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked towards me.
I felt myself slightly blush, for the past hour he had been watching me dancing desperately, twirling and falling, smiling and crying. "I- I couldn't sleep.." I stuttered.
I hoped he would think the blush was from the intense exercise not from the fact that I had this childish crush on him.
"Me neither." He marked a pause while I pushed back one of my jet black strands of hair behind my ear. "That was truly beautiful, like really hypnotizing." He was now standing a couple meters away from me and I wished for the blush to go away before he would reach my sides.
"T-thanks." I giggled like a 4 years old girl.
You're such an idiot Blaire, be an adult.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked in a voice that, I hopped, was normal.
"I think about too many things." He explained while pushing a strand of his own soft brown hair behind his ear. "And you?"
I looked down to my feet and observed the way my feet looked abnormally longer with my pointe on. " I was scared." I confessed. "I knew you were in the room right next to mine but I still couldn't get myself to sleep." I pointed a foot and flexed it as I talked. "There's so many questions in my head, so many unanswered questions and it frustrates me to not know."
When I looked up, Sam was standing right before me his eyes firmly locked on mine and I felt the heat in my cheeks grow even more. How could my breathing slow down if he kept having this effect on me.
"I can understand." He said.
There was something about him, a physical attraction clearly, but there was something more. It was the first person who understood me, or at least told me so. It was the first person who showed a somewhat real interest in me, not because I was a fascinating freak, but because I was an interesting human. For once I felt like I belonged somewhere, like I could have a friend and maybe even more, but for the moment, I was overjoyed with the idea of a completely unexpected friend.
"Sam?" I asked out of the blue.
What are you doing Blaire?
"Yes?"
I froze, what the hell was I trying to do.
"Never mind…" I continued quickly.
He didn't buy it. He didn't buy it at all.
"You started, you finish, come on." He insisted jokingly, shifting the weight on his feet.
"It's a stupid question, don't laugh." I looked down again.
What the hell are you doing Blaire?!
"Promise." He said as I started walking towards the kitchens.
My throat felt so dry, it felt like I hadn't drink in days.
"I'm kinda knew to this whole, society, human contact thing." I explained as he followed me. "But…" I held in my breath. "Will you be my friend?" I breathed out and he had that small chuckle. "You promised you wouldn't laugh!" I whirled around and stopped looking at him dead in the eyes.
He paused too and looked back at me, eyebrows frowned head slightly cocked to the side.
His crooked smile quickly faded and I panicked a little.
What have you done Blaire? You can't ask people to be your friend, you ruined it all. You ruined everything, you had one chance and you blew it.
He closed the space between us, now standing right before me, looked at me with the same confused expression. He didn't move of a single inch and I didn't even dare to breathe.
He seemed to think really hard about his decision, yet his eyes didn't leave mine for a single second. Then his lips parted and he spoke up, really firmly:
"No."
It felt strange inside, the feeling of sadness, the feeling of guilt to lose someone, the feeling of rejection, a weird feeling in my chest that made my stomach feel empty.
He didn't want anything from me, just like my parents didn't want anything from me. I was wrong, nobody could understand me, accept me. I was that freak that grew up in an asylum, that was a freaking werewolf for the love of god. I could never have someone to love me because I wasn't someone, I wasn't human like them. If this was what love felt like, I didn't want to love, I didn't want to feel love ever again, love felt awful.
"No" He repeated again, turning the knife in the wound. "Because a friend can't do this." He snaked a strong arm behind my back pressing my whole sweaty body against his'.
I had danced with men before, but none of them felt as warm and as welcoming as him. None of them made my skin burst into flames or my heart drum against my ribcage. None of them had the same effect he had on me. None of them were Sam. If this was what love was like, then it was confusing, how could someone you barely knew could have so many effects on your mind and body, love was weird.
"and I want to be able to do this." He breathed as his other hand came resting on my cheek, alongside my jawline.
He leaned in slowly, never breaking off his gaze with me, his eyes warm and breath taking. His lips so perfectly drawn and tempting. The warmth of his hand on my skin, the subtle tug on my hair as his hand slipped to the back of my neck, bringing my face closer to his.
My eyes slowly closed on their own, the feeling of his strong body so heavenly against mine, the steady ups and downs of his firm chest under my shaky hands. He towered over me, the light from the chandelier illuminating only a side of his face, making him look so mysterious. My heart pumped louder and louder, I was sure he could feel it. His breath tickled my lips devilishly as shivers ran over every single inch of skin. My head tilted back some more with apprehension, the crave to have his lips on mines.
"So no" He breathed out slowly. "I won't be your friend."
If this is what love was like, then I wanted to love. Love was truly mesmerizing, incomprehensible, inexplicable. Love was mysterious, like a rush, a thrill through your veins, and I wanted to feel love every day, every hour, every second of my life.
Then, thankfully, he finally closed the space between our greedy mouths and-
I woke up.
"Are you kidding me?" I groaned rolling on the bed to lay on my stomach.
I reached for the bedside table where my phone was. It read 6 AM and I groaned again closing the screen. Too early for me.
I heard faint movement outside my door and I quickly closed my eyes.
The doorknob turned and someone walked in. People actually.
"Morning, Miss Argent." The voice, I recognized as Emrich's, spoke up. "We have lots of things to do today, your cousin, Oliver, his wife, Coralie, and their children are arriving from Canada today."
I rolled on my back and squinted when he opened the heavy white velvet curtains open, the sunlight blinding me.
"I noticed you have guests, shall we wake them?" He asked and I shook my head bringing my arm over my eyes.
"Miss Argent what happened to your arm?!" The housemaid accompanying Emrich asked me.
Her name was Felicity. She was young, the youngest of the staff with only 15 years of age, her parents died a couple years ago and mine took her under their wings, well that's what Emrich told me. She was gorgeous, she had extremely long blonde hair and aqua blue eyes, she was smart and probably the only person I appreciated in this house besides from our loyal butler. She accompanied me around the manor when I was alone and I wanted company. She would tell me about her life, about her friends and all the drama in her life, she was like the little sister I never had. Except we weren't really that close, but within only a few weeks of me being around, I felt she would become a great friend.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" I asked her and she had a small laugh.
"Not when there's this kind of event happening." It seemed like a stupid question for her and I nodded, as if I knew it too. "So? The arm?" She persisted as I sat up in my gigantic bed.
A lie, quick.
But it wasn't easy to lie when you had claw marks onto both your arms. "Eh, I-
"Now, you'll get plenty of time to gossip later. I want you up in 5 minutes Miss Blaire. Ronnie has already chosen your clothes for the day. Dress yourself up and then Danielle and Tyler will come and do both your hair and make-up." He announced and I groaned loudly.
"Why can't I do that all myself?" I asked out of annoyance as they both headed towards the door.
"You have a status to keep Miss Argent, and we both know that you lack the ladylikeness of your bloodline." I stuck out my tongue at him as he left closing the doors behind him.
It was true, even though I liked to pretend I had all the grace and manners my family had, I didn't. It was all fake, I didn't know a single thing about fashion, make-up or hair. I just liked to act like all those princesses and ladies in the books I read when I was younger, I just pretended to be a polite and graceful woman, but I wasn't. I didn't even had a personality, I didn't know if I was serious or charismatic or artistic or hot headed. I was just making myself up, little by little. I guess this was why I liked ballet so much, they showed me who to be and how to act, when I danced I knew exactly how to do, I had a choreography to follow. But now that I had complete and absolute freedom, I was utterly lost.
I got up and went into the boudoir section of my room which was the room behind the wall where was my bed. Yes, I had a freaking boudoir. On one of the velvety benches laid a beige dress, really classy, straight and serious looking. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror.
It fit me like a glove, it was probably tailored just for me, cut exactly at the right places. It had a bateau neckline and hugged to my body while keeping a straight cut, it was still very sexy even though it was conservative. It seemed like something Jackie Kennedy would wear. The subtle colour of the tissue like a second skin, contrasted against my pitch black long hair, their dishevelled look against the elegant dress making it look a kid trying her mom's clothes. Hopefully for me, it had long sleeves which covered my bandages perfectly. Last thing I needed was everyone making a fuss about something I couldn't explain.
A knock came on the door as I was contemplating myself and I authorized them to come in.
Danielle and Tyler came in, greeting me happily and brought me to the gigantic dress in the left corner of the room. They turned on the big lights and I squinted from the brightness.
They chit chatted with extravagance as usual while they did my hair and make-up. Hopefully, they weren't too crazy in style, the make-up was simple, the hair was classy. A nude look contrasted by red lipstick and a tight Ballerina bun.
It did not take a second, as soon as they both leaved the room, Emrich entered. Back to the main part of bedroom, the bed was already made, dirty clothes and glasses taken away. Everything was squeaky clean and although I liked the perfect cleanness of this place, it freaked me out every time to see everything disappear so quickly.
Emrich accompanied me to the grand dinning room where I found, already sitting at the table, Sam and Dean chatting vividly. Something about Chupacapras, whatever that is.
The butler eyed them for a second, frowning then exited the room, mumbling.
Sam lifted up his eyes from his brother's and looked at me. He smiled with warmth and I returned the smile feeling my cheeks turn red. I felt like a little girl trapped inside the body of a woman, understanding nothing of all the grown-up things, trying to follow along new emotions she had never felt before.
I took a seat besides Dean, in front of his brother, my neighbour looked at all the food before us like a kid on the morning of Christmas and I smiled at him. On the table laid thousands of delicious meals, fruits, coffee, crêpes, bread, tea, quiches, omelettes, yogourt, beer ham, cheeses ,freshly pressed juice, etc. There was something for everyone's taste.
Soon after I arrived, came in the whole 20 people staff to sit and enjoy breakfast with us. No, even though we still had people to serve us, they were more like part of the family than staff.
When everyone was settled, we all dove into our plates conversing along.
"This is by far the best break fast I've ever had." Dean spoke up, mouth full of meat, he chose the beer ham, obviously. "By the way, looking good Blaire." He winked at me.
And I cocked my head to the side.
"We're always on the road." Explained Sam "We haven't cooked in years. And Dean only knows how to make hamburgers anyway." He teased his brother.
"What do you guys do as hu-" I stopped talking, remembering we weren't alone.
Understanding what I meant, Dean continued. "We go around from town to town, killing stuff-"
"I prefer the term saving people." Sam corrected and Dean went on as if uninterrupted.
"We kinda grew up on the road so it's not such of a big deal for us."
I nodded, but still wondered how they lived only of it. Or should I say only for it. Not having any anchors… Even myself had one. But I guess they were each other's anchor.
"You're not hungry?" Dean asked me pointing to my plate with his fork.
I frowned, my plate was full of fruits that I had been eating.
"I'm vegan."
With that said, Dean looked at me as if I was the craziest of them all. I met Sam's graze to see if he was as shocked as his brother only to see him smiling back at me.
"Dean, being vegan is not a sin." He laughed and my neighbour shook his head in disapproval.
We talked some more about convictions and living styles, it was me and Sam against Dean. We laughed and argued. When breakfast was over we all parted to our occupations. Sam and Dean went on with their Sam and Dean hunting business and I went on with my annoying "modern princess" occupations. First on the list was which bedrooms I was going to lend to my arriving family, which looked like a pretty simple task but turned out to be more complicated then I thought. They couldn't stay close to my guest which stayed close to me, they couldn't be on the top floor because of the kids, their rooms had to be close to one another, the kids had to be separated from their parents but had to stay together.
"Why can't they just pick a freaking bedroom for themselves damn it!" I thought to myself, discouraged about the stupidity complexity go the task.
When I finally settled for a choice I decided to go and play some piano into the ballroom.
I had always loved piano, loved the feeling of my fingers running onto the notes producing beautiful melodies. Creating was an incredible feeling, to know that you are the one coming up with a melody and not someone else, to know that you can invent something who's meaning is up to you, you decide what comes next, you chose, you're in control. I had always loved it, I got lost in it. So much that when 2 hours later, when 9 AM came around the corner, I was still playing.
It's Emrich who came to tell me that my family was rolling up our everlasting drive way. I ran through the halls like a child, trying my best to not trip with those high heels on. Standing before the door, catching my breath, heart pumping loudly into my hears, I pulled both heavy doors open at the same time and offered my widest smile.
The black luxury car came to an halt before the steps of my insanely huge house and I was suddenly scared.
What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? They're the first people of my unknown family I've ever met.
I knew that behind those darkly tinted windows were sitting my cousin, his wife and both his children and I was absolutely stressed out.
When the back door of the black SUV finally opened a beautiful woman stepped out. She wore a lovely long sleeved louse dress in tones of navy blue that contrasted with her really short blonde hair meticulously styled and her clear blue eyes. When she offered me a warm smile, the weight from my shoulders dropped. She stepped aside and a young girl jumped out. Her hair was black just like mine but her eyes were blue just like her mother's. She had a peculiar face, she wasn't that pretty but I knew that she'd break hearts, for now it probably was getting her remarks from her classmates, but later they'd all drool over her special features. The little girl, who's name was Halley, if I remembered correctly, also stepped aside so the rest of the family could follow. Then came out the other kid, another girl this time older, she had brown hair and blue eyes. she was probably around 7 and looked rather disinterest in the whole situation and my heart clenched a little. Soon followed the father, my cousin Oliver. He was rather tall but not as tall as Sam or Dean, he had short brown hair and brown eyes, he looked really serious in his navy blazer and beige pants, it kinda intimidated me.
Still I smiled and went to greet them. Coralie who was really jovial, took me by surprise by kissing me on both cheeks, but what surprised me most was Oliver doing the same. I was really flattered to see that they treated me like one of theirs, maybe it was my rich look or the house, they probably didn't know where I had grew up.
I led them inside and we installed ourselves in the tea room while their suitcases where brought to their assigned rooms.
"Do you like animals? horses, dogs, cats?" I asked both girls and they nodded vigorously, even the oldest daughter, who's name, I learned, was Gabrielle. "Felicity, could you take them to the staples please?" I asked her and she agreed, knowing me, my cousin and his wife needed to discuss important matters.
I lied to them, feeding them the boarding school story when they asked me where I had been hiding all my life. They were nice, Coralie was a really warm woman and while Oliver was more reserved, he still was a great conversationalist.
But all along, like the little girl I was inside, all I was thinking about was that particular someone, who's smile kept haunting my thoughts.
I was day dreaming about a man I barely knew while talking to a family I barely knew.
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