PREVIOUSLY: I quickly jump up and head to the other end of the table and grab Hunter’s hand and yank him up. We head towards the door, and just as I’m about to open the door, I hear Ian shout out...
‘Era! Wait!’
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18: I turn back and Ian is standing up and heading towards us. He hands me Hunter’s coat that I had left on the back of my chair.
‘Oh! Thanks Ian. See you around, okay?’
‘Sure thing, Era’
He holds my gaze for a moment then takes a step towards me. The next thing I know, he’s hugging me and whispers in my ear,
‘Don’t wear Hunter’s coats. They don’t do you justice.’
Ian keeps me in that hug for a few moments, before Hunter loudly clears his throat. Ian then releases me, gives an incredibly smug smile to Hunter and heads back to the table, where Carolyn looks so mad, that I’m surprised smoke isn’t coming out of her ears and nose.
Hunter holds the door open for me, he’s wearing an expression that tells me he is exerting a lot of self control by not going up to Ian and ripping his head off. We head to Hunter’s car, where he holds the passenger side door open for me, and I slide into his comfortable black leather interior. He goes around and climbs in then starts the engine. He hits the accelerator and we zoom away from the cafe at a speed that would have caused any police patrol to come chasing after us with the sirens on.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Okay? Why wouldn’t I be? You just got hugged by that filthy Ian, it’s not like he hugged me or anything. Why should I have a problem with that?’
‘Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to hug me. Come on, Hunter! I can’t stand you being mad at me.’
Hunter takes his eyes off the road, and looks at me, he gives me a small half smile and pulls over on the shoulder of the road. He turns in his seat, until he’s facing me, his right legged tucked under him.
‘I would never be mad at you, Era. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m just pissed that that filthy human thought himself worthy enough to touch you. How about you though? Are you okay?’
‘Me? Of course I am, why would I be anything but fine?’
‘I saw your face when Carolyn kissed Ian. You looked so broken, and it was all I could do to stop myself from giving Ian a knock on the head!’
‘Oh. That. Well, I guess it’s not that big a deal, I mean he is her boyfriend after all. It’s just that I started hoping again, and he seemed to care...and I thought things would be different, after he said that he loved...’
But I was unable to continue my sentence. Hot tears started rolling down my cheek, and my breathing went shallow. Before I know it, I’m sobbing, I didn’t even realize how painful it was to watch Carolyn with Ian. Hunter gets out of the car and slams his door. I feel like kicking myself. Here I go again, spilling tears for Ian. Poor Hunter...
My door opens and Hunter crouches down beside my seat. He pulls me into a tight embrace and allows me to completely ruin his shirt with my tears. We just stay in that position until my sobs subside. Eventually he releases me and holds me at arm’s length.
‘Let’s head to your house, we can talk things over. I don’t really care for sight-seeing anyway. And honestly, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look a mess Era. Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can sit around your room and just goof off, sound good to you?’
He flashes me his smile again, and I can’t help but to smile as well.
‘Fine! But while I clean myself up, you have to get us a movie to watch and some hot chocolate for me to drink.’
‘Deal! I’ll even add those weirdo little marshmallows into your hot chocolate.’
Hunter chuckles and heads back to the driver’s seat. Ten minutes later, Hunter is parking his car in my father’s garage, and we walk up to the mansion. Jasper holds the doors open for the both of us and we head up the stairs to my room. I head off to the bathroom to make myself look presentable, while Hunter hunts for a movie and gets me my hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Half an hour later and the both of us are comfortably seated in my queen-sized bed watching some horrible movie Hunter found in my closet.
‘This is possibly the worst movie I have ever seen! In my entire life! And I’ve seen plenty of horrible movies.’
‘Why are you complaining? I found this movie in YOUR closet! It’s YOUR movie. Obviously SOMEONE used to have some pretty horrible taste in movies.’
‘Ugh! Whatever!’
I flick a spoon full of coloured rice at him, and half of it gets stuck in his hair.
‘Oi! Now I have to wash my hair...again! Thanks, Era!’
‘Hey! I feel like hitting the clubs tonight. Interested?’
‘Era, when have I ever said no to clubbing?’
So we pause the movie, grab our coats and head off to Hunter’s car. We end up driving around for a bit before stopping over at a random night club that seemed quite deserted. Now, I know it’s pretty dangerous to go to a deserted night club, but I’m a vampire, and I have Hunter, so I’m guessing that I’m pretty safe.
‘Hah! You are so not dressed for a night club, Era!’
TO BE CONTINUED,
pseudonym
Hey you guys! Decided to continue with the series after all. Haha. Don't worry, I have like 30 parts done already, so I'll just keep posting them. But please excuse the slowness, exams are approaching and the like. Anyway, thank you so much for all the comments on the previous installment. I loved your questions! Happy reading XD!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
A Not So Ordinary Life Chap. 3
This story is a compilation of occurrences throughout the week. Most of them happening to my close friends. Reader discretion is advised. (As always)
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“A-a-a-….ART!?!” She shouted at me. Though I wouldn’t blame her, walking in on someone while their naked with their half-naked(and very horny) roommate does require a very big reaction. With my Beanie pulled over my eyes and my head titled upwards, I quickly try to explain, but in the current situation, only gibberish escapes my mouth.
“Art? WOW. This boy's hotter than I thought, even his name turns me on.” I’d rather not describe this part right here. I realized that Amber felt very insecure, so I just started for the door when Amber suddenly darts out to grab my arm with an alarming ‘wait’. With my beanie over my eyes, I couldn’t really see her facial expressions, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she wanted to do some explaining herself.
“Since, it’s clear that you’re not into… well, peeking, I guess I don’t mind staying like this.” I feel her gaze focus completely on me, not knowing when she will put on some clothes, these just increase my distress in the room. She softly lifted the beanie from sheltering my eyes, and assured me I could open them. Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched as she sat there next to, whoever her roommate is, still in that towel. I flushed red when I saw a bit of her cleavage, which made me reluctantly look up at the ceiling.
“He’s so cute like that! Amber, can I have him please? Please!” pleaded the roommate.
“No. Just because you’ve taken the virginity of like, a HUNDRED guys doesn’t mean you can take his. Besides, he’s an old friend. I would never do that to him.” She said, protecting me. I was amazed how matured she acted in a situation like this. Both of us got a sudden shock when she suddenly stormed out of the room in only her lingerie.
“What was that abo- wait! Who is she?” I asked.
“My roommate, her name’s Cherie. Perky isn’t she?” She and I shared a short but warm laugh at that statement. “So….”She continued. “Let me start. How’d you get here? Which school are you going to?”
“Well,” I started, “Let’s just say I had an incident with a certain owner of this apartment building. Since I needed a room, she gave me the very best one. As for school, I’m starting tomorrow.” I left out the school, knowing she’d ask anyway.
“And… The name of the said school?” She asked. I shrugged. “Well, if I told you that, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I say, as I lightly touch her nose.
She turned a bright pink in the cheeks, both of us remembering how that was usually the spot that tickled her the most. “Missed me?” I looked at her in surprise.
“Definitely.” I said firmly.
“By the way, I asked you questions. It should be your turn now. Anything you want to ask me?” I thought about it for a moment. What could I really ask in this situation? There was nothing really significant that I needed to know. It’s not like we had to share our time apart to each other right? Not yet anyway.
“Nope, well, yeah I do actually.” Not knowing why I added that last statement.
“And? What is it?”
“You look as beautiful as ever Amber. I’m glad we could meet again. Let’s get together some other time to catch up some more because I doubt this is the best situation to be confessing stories to each other.” I motioned to her towel. She flushed and frantically looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers. “It might not mean much to you...” She looked up at me as I started, “But, I value the fact that we’re friends. A lot. Amber…” I move closer to her but she pushes me away. Knowing I shouldn’t have said ‘Amber’ when the talent wore off. I just turned and walked away. I turn back one last time and look at her, that deep, warm gaze staring back at me. I just smiled at her. That was all I could manage without my talent.
As I walked slowly to the elevator; I was bored so I decided to count down the steps to the corner to the elevators’. 18… 10… 6… 4… 2… 1…. And before I knew it I was looking at the ceiling, head throbbing and consciousness slowly fading….
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“Whoa. Art?” I couldn’t believe I actually manage to knock him out with a glass coke bottle. It just slipped from my grip, so when I tried to grab it in midair (all Matrix-Style) I accidentally punch it and send it flying to this unsuspecting guy turning the corner, who turns out to be the guy I just happen to want to sleep with.
He is right there in front of me, and I can do whatever I want with him. Drug him, and bring him to some broom closet or just do it right here. And yet….
It still wouldn’t be right. Intercourse was supposed to be special, even someone like me knows that. Not some One Night Stand, it has to be an action of infatuation over the other counter-part. So I did the only thing I could do. I checked his pockets and found his key card numbered ‘211’. Rich boy, to be living in the grand suite level. So I dragged him over the corner and into the elevator to bring him back to his room.
Just like any other innocent bystander in lingerie would do.
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I saw her drag him past the corner. I mean, how could I leave him just like that? I should have said something. Instead, I just made him angry. Ugh! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I was chasing her, when the elevator closed. The numbering on the top of the door showed 15… 17… 20… She was going to have him. In HIS OWN ROOM?! I have to stop this. What if that maid of his finds out, or worse… Joins in?!?
I spammed the elevator button so I could go up, but that’s the one downfall of being in a big hotel. The elevators take forever to reach your floor. I had put on a quick night gown before I went out, so running up the stairs was out of the question. I didn’t really know why I wanted to help Art. I mean, he’s a friend, but it’s not like I owe him or anything, Right? But still… My heart beats wildly whenever I see him. I long for him to embrace this… these… feelings I have for him. Why doesn’t he have the same!? It’s like at sometimes, he charms you to no ends but at other times, he just seems so clueless! It’s infuriating!
The Elevator reaches.
I step in, determined to save the guy whom I have longed for all these years.
I guess its love, or jealousy. Whatever it is, I hope I’ll be there for him when he needs me.
(Finished)*Just imagine it’s in some cool language*
Nandayo.
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“A-a-a-….ART!?!” She shouted at me. Though I wouldn’t blame her, walking in on someone while their naked with their half-naked(and very horny) roommate does require a very big reaction. With my Beanie pulled over my eyes and my head titled upwards, I quickly try to explain, but in the current situation, only gibberish escapes my mouth.
“Art? WOW. This boy's hotter than I thought, even his name turns me on.” I’d rather not describe this part right here. I realized that Amber felt very insecure, so I just started for the door when Amber suddenly darts out to grab my arm with an alarming ‘wait’. With my beanie over my eyes, I couldn’t really see her facial expressions, but by the tone of her voice I could tell she wanted to do some explaining herself.
“Since, it’s clear that you’re not into… well, peeking, I guess I don’t mind staying like this.” I feel her gaze focus completely on me, not knowing when she will put on some clothes, these just increase my distress in the room. She softly lifted the beanie from sheltering my eyes, and assured me I could open them. Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched as she sat there next to, whoever her roommate is, still in that towel. I flushed red when I saw a bit of her cleavage, which made me reluctantly look up at the ceiling.
“He’s so cute like that! Amber, can I have him please? Please!” pleaded the roommate.
“No. Just because you’ve taken the virginity of like, a HUNDRED guys doesn’t mean you can take his. Besides, he’s an old friend. I would never do that to him.” She said, protecting me. I was amazed how matured she acted in a situation like this. Both of us got a sudden shock when she suddenly stormed out of the room in only her lingerie.
“What was that abo- wait! Who is she?” I asked.
“My roommate, her name’s Cherie. Perky isn’t she?” She and I shared a short but warm laugh at that statement. “So….”She continued. “Let me start. How’d you get here? Which school are you going to?”
“Well,” I started, “Let’s just say I had an incident with a certain owner of this apartment building. Since I needed a room, she gave me the very best one. As for school, I’m starting tomorrow.” I left out the school, knowing she’d ask anyway.
“And… The name of the said school?” She asked. I shrugged. “Well, if I told you that, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I say, as I lightly touch her nose.
She turned a bright pink in the cheeks, both of us remembering how that was usually the spot that tickled her the most. “Missed me?” I looked at her in surprise.
“Definitely.” I said firmly.
“By the way, I asked you questions. It should be your turn now. Anything you want to ask me?” I thought about it for a moment. What could I really ask in this situation? There was nothing really significant that I needed to know. It’s not like we had to share our time apart to each other right? Not yet anyway.
“Nope, well, yeah I do actually.” Not knowing why I added that last statement.
“And? What is it?”
“You look as beautiful as ever Amber. I’m glad we could meet again. Let’s get together some other time to catch up some more because I doubt this is the best situation to be confessing stories to each other.” I motioned to her towel. She flushed and frantically looked at the ground, fiddling with her fingers. “It might not mean much to you...” She looked up at me as I started, “But, I value the fact that we’re friends. A lot. Amber…” I move closer to her but she pushes me away. Knowing I shouldn’t have said ‘Amber’ when the talent wore off. I just turned and walked away. I turn back one last time and look at her, that deep, warm gaze staring back at me. I just smiled at her. That was all I could manage without my talent.
As I walked slowly to the elevator; I was bored so I decided to count down the steps to the corner to the elevators’. 18… 10… 6… 4… 2… 1…. And before I knew it I was looking at the ceiling, head throbbing and consciousness slowly fading….
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ (Cool Transition time~!)
“Whoa. Art?” I couldn’t believe I actually manage to knock him out with a glass coke bottle. It just slipped from my grip, so when I tried to grab it in midair (all Matrix-Style) I accidentally punch it and send it flying to this unsuspecting guy turning the corner, who turns out to be the guy I just happen to want to sleep with.
He is right there in front of me, and I can do whatever I want with him. Drug him, and bring him to some broom closet or just do it right here. And yet….
It still wouldn’t be right. Intercourse was supposed to be special, even someone like me knows that. Not some One Night Stand, it has to be an action of infatuation over the other counter-part. So I did the only thing I could do. I checked his pockets and found his key card numbered ‘211’. Rich boy, to be living in the grand suite level. So I dragged him over the corner and into the elevator to bring him back to his room.
Just like any other innocent bystander in lingerie would do.
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ (Cool Transition time again~!)
I saw her drag him past the corner. I mean, how could I leave him just like that? I should have said something. Instead, I just made him angry. Ugh! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! I was chasing her, when the elevator closed. The numbering on the top of the door showed 15… 17… 20… She was going to have him. In HIS OWN ROOM?! I have to stop this. What if that maid of his finds out, or worse… Joins in?!?
I spammed the elevator button so I could go up, but that’s the one downfall of being in a big hotel. The elevators take forever to reach your floor. I had put on a quick night gown before I went out, so running up the stairs was out of the question. I didn’t really know why I wanted to help Art. I mean, he’s a friend, but it’s not like I owe him or anything, Right? But still… My heart beats wildly whenever I see him. I long for him to embrace this… these… feelings I have for him. Why doesn’t he have the same!? It’s like at sometimes, he charms you to no ends but at other times, he just seems so clueless! It’s infuriating!
The Elevator reaches.
I step in, determined to save the guy whom I have longed for all these years.
I guess its love, or jealousy. Whatever it is, I hope I’ll be there for him when he needs me.
(Finished)*Just imagine it’s in some cool language*
Nandayo.
Diamante - Derde (Part 3)
I continued working,
and was suddenly burdened with tons of documents and emails,
and soon, I forgot about the suitcase,
I left it at my desk and there it stayed until office hours were over,
I was packing my things,
and I noticed the suitcase just before I decided to leave,
I took the suitcase and placed it on my lap,
unbuckled it,
and pulled back the leather flap,
and took out the papers that were within.
I read it,
I was confused at first,
unable to comprehend the words that were imprinted on these few pages,
I actually thought that the CEO might have given it to the wrong person,
but I checked the names,
they were of mine's.
It stated that I was to be transferred to Africa,
and the reason was to " To Increase knowledge on company's facilities in the diamond fields,
and to experience company's operations in the field firsthand"
What a load of bullshit,
I mean,
Am I the only one qualified to do this?
It doesnt even mention what job I that I will be taking over,
Wait.
What am I supposed to do there?
Inspect diamonds?
Show the workers how angry the CEO is at them?
Teach them how to write?
I dont even have a clue.
Hmm.
I guess its just one of those temporary field trips,
that never mention anything because its too secretive,
and I might be a liability once I know what the field trip is about.
I might as well take this chance,
before its too late,
opportunities like this are very much rare and always impossible,
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McWiggle :p
My Farewell
So today I just finished my interview with Mr. Tan, who hired me immediately as an assistant manager. I was happy and grateful to him, because I was fresh off the line from University, and was glad for an oppurtunity to work in the firm. I took out my phone to call my parents, when, ironically, the caller ID told me that they were calling me.
"Hey Ma," I answered. "What's up?"
"Alif," My mother's voice sounded weak. "Ain fainted in school. Get over to the hospital now."
I nearly dropped my phone. "I'm on my way," I managed, then I was in the car and off.
My younger sister was prone to these faint spells. From the last visit to the doctor, we were told that should this happen to Ain again, she might not wake up. This was why I was almost killed, driving the speed I was getting to the hospital.
Upon arrival, I noticed my mother talking to the doctor, my father gravely shaking his head next to her. I greeted both of them as is customary, and I asked the doctor for the news.
"Well, it looks as if she'll make it out of here today, Alif. However, we have deemed that it is impossible for her to continue on her regular routine of life, and must stay at home from now on."
This might not seem such a big deal to most people, but my family being as poor as we are, are unable to hire somebody to work full time to take care of my sister. My parents were working overtime just to get Ain her medication. So she would die if nobody took care of her.
I loved my sister, so I volunteered to take care of her, even if it meant giving up my job. I loved Ain more than anything or anyone in the world, and possibly no one could understand how much she meant to me. Eventhough my mum said she would give up her job and stay home, I knew that she wouldn't want to: She loved her job. So I persuaded my parents to let me be Ain's personal nurse.
We were allowed to visit Ain after awhile. She looked exactly the same, except for the colour of her skin. Instead of it's lively warm glow, it was bleach white, with red spots here and there on her hand. She smiled weakly at us, but I just cried. It was horrible to see my sister in that state. I wanted to throw up my lunch.
We took her home that night, along with a big bag of medication. We put her to bed, and we prepared ourselves mentally for what we had to deal with. The medicine was put in a cabinet, which we carried over to her room. We installed a buzzer which was in easy access from her bed, which would alert the house and call our handheld phones if anything were to happen.
The next few days consisted of me waking up early in the morning to coax Ain to take her meds. She slowly swallowed them, as if it pained her, and I held the cup above her lips so she could take a sip of water to wash down the pills. I went into the kitchen to prepare porridge for her to eat, and me as well. I fed her the mess I made while her eyes glazed over the television we had put in her room. That night I did the same: I made porridge and made her eat her medicine.
I did this for the next few weeks. Sometimes I wondered why I was doing this, as I chopped carrots, and washed her clothes. Those doubts would dissapear whenever I entered her room. Ain's smile was the only thing that the sickness couldn't take from her, and even if it hurt her to do so, she never forgot to smile at me whenever I entered the room. I talked to her as I fed her, before I dozed of on the chair next to her bed. I'd do anything for my ten year-old sister.
One morning I got up as usual, and fed her her medicine, and went downstairs to cook some more porridge (I'm so sick of this stuff). As I walked up the stairs, the sound of our creaking floorboards troubled me. There was no one else in the house except me and Ain, and she was in no condition of walking anywhere. But...
She was walking slowly towards me, and as she fell down, I threw the bowl of porridge to one side, and it hit the wall, it's contents spilling out. I caught her, her face a deadly white. In her hands was a piece of paper, where she had scrawled
"Happy Birthday Alif"
In children's handwriting. I had forgotten about my birthday. I thought of naught else save my sister now. And here she was. I felt her pulse.
It was gone.
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A month after her funeral, Alif went to a cliff nearby his kampong. He looked out at the sea, where the waves were crashing into the cliffs, wearing it out. He did this because it was Ramadan, and he found it easy to fight the hunger off by watching the sea. He would sit there the whole day, silent, and return home to break fast, and the next day he would do the same.
Today, he looked out at sea. For a moment, he thought he saw his sister there in the sea. He shook his head. "Must be the hunger getting to me." Upon glancing a second time, his sister, Ain, was there walking on the waves of the ocean. Alif looked on at her from above. She was glowing a spectral glow, and she beckoned for him to come. Alif looked around him. Then he looked back. There she was, still doing the same gesture again and again, come come come, Alif.
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The Sunday Times
Man Driven Mad By Hysteria, Jumps To His Death
Editr.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
OneShot | First Love
OneShot will be a series of stories that are inspired by events happening in daily life. It could be mine, or friends. It, as the title says, will be a one-shot story, no continuation. Reader discretion is lightly advised.
This is inspired back trip back to my village, and a chat with a friend.
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“I don’t want to go back to our village. There’s like, no tech there. I might ‘DIE’!”
As I said that to myself now, I still feel bored. I skipped another stone across the still river, sending patterns of shockwaves. Sigh. Being a techie meant a day was never boring. New tech, new games, new conventions’, new techie styles was usually what filled a techies life. Being a techie in a village, now that’s boring. No tech to work with, nothing to tinker, now that’s a new level of boring.
As looked over the river, a girl seemed to be just sitting down, parallel to me. She was basically just dressed in some short cut jeans short of the knee, and a light t-shirt. Basic farmer wear I suppose. Though somehow, it clung to her figure with alarming tenacity. Country girls were cute too I realized. She was just, enjoying herself. The wind seemed to blow on her gently, sending her hair waving just ever so slightly, and she was looking at the big, beautiful sky, smiling at it, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. I wonder at which point she noticed that I was staring at her. She blushed and waved slightly. I guess some company wouldn’t be too bad. I looked for a way across but in vein. The river seemed calm enough, but it was a very dark blue which meant it was a lot deeper than it actually seemed. Being a techie, I didn’t really know how to swim. It wasn’t that I wasn’t in shape, but more on the lines that I had no outdoor talents. Looking across, I saw her frown. Clearly she would also like company. I decided on one course of action.
It was time to put my techie brain into action.
I looked frantically around for something to work with. When it seemed hopeless, I just sat and decided to look at the sky that she was admiring so much. I expected to see a cloud in the shape of SOMETHING, but there was nothing. It was clear and blue. Just then, I felt a rush of wind in my hair. I heard a faint giggle from the girl, and dismissed it. I was already in techie mode. Air…. Theoretically, Wind is denser than air, so wind is above the air, which is denser than water. If somehow the wind could be used as a medium, then theoretically, anyone could walk on air.
Theoretically of course.
I Look frantically around, the west wind… the next gust… angle of trajectory… designated landing point… aerodynamically factoring body mass. The next thing I knew, I was running. Wind began to pick up and I was off the ground. Half way through, I thought I was going to make it, but suddenly the wind died and I found myself arcing down. Plan B…. Plan B…. Arc! I turned my body into a full axis from my hips as a turning point, trying to extend my flight. I opened my eyes to find myself slamming into a deep, solid blue.
“You act very bright, but you’re definitely not bright after trying a jump like that.”
I coughed up what was left of the river water in me.
“You saved me?” I asked inquiringly.
“I couldn’t just sit here, enjoying myself while you drown, now could I?” She hastily replied.
“What made you guess I couldn’t swim?”
“The fact that you didn’t swim over in the first place.” I was surprised she was quite an intellectual thinker, being a country girl and all. “What made you think I wanted to swim over?”
“That cute smile you made at me.” She smiled warmly at me. I decided not to try to flirt and decided to just make short conversation. Being a techie and all, my flirting skills aren’t up to par.
“You’re the 1st girl to ever say I have a cute smile” I said firmly.
She looked surprised. “Wow, I expected to you have like, a bazilijilion girlfriends.”
Seeing a loophole, I teased her. “There’s no such thing as a bazilijilion.”
“Whatever” She waved the topic away.
“It’s been a long time, I can’t believe after all this time you don’t remember.” She looked off to the distance. Only now did I notice, she was quite beautiful.
“You know, when you were small…”I could sense she started to be in a serious confession kind of mood suddenly. “You and I were best friends.”
“Really? No joke?”
“Yeah! You even promised that you’d come back one day and be my boyfriend.” She blushed after blurting that out.
“Oh..” I could only manage that.
“I’ve had a crush on you since then.” She confessed, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
“That’s one big promise to make in a day.”
“If I don’t say it, someone else might…take..your…”Her lips were in front of mine, as she lay on top of me on the grassy bed next to the river. “First… Love….”
And our lips met.
Nandayo.
This is inspired back trip back to my village, and a chat with a friend.
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“I don’t want to go back to our village. There’s like, no tech there. I might ‘DIE’!”
As I said that to myself now, I still feel bored. I skipped another stone across the still river, sending patterns of shockwaves. Sigh. Being a techie meant a day was never boring. New tech, new games, new conventions’, new techie styles was usually what filled a techies life. Being a techie in a village, now that’s boring. No tech to work with, nothing to tinker, now that’s a new level of boring.
As looked over the river, a girl seemed to be just sitting down, parallel to me. She was basically just dressed in some short cut jeans short of the knee, and a light t-shirt. Basic farmer wear I suppose. Though somehow, it clung to her figure with alarming tenacity. Country girls were cute too I realized. She was just, enjoying herself. The wind seemed to blow on her gently, sending her hair waving just ever so slightly, and she was looking at the big, beautiful sky, smiling at it, as if she hadn’t a care in the world. I wonder at which point she noticed that I was staring at her. She blushed and waved slightly. I guess some company wouldn’t be too bad. I looked for a way across but in vein. The river seemed calm enough, but it was a very dark blue which meant it was a lot deeper than it actually seemed. Being a techie, I didn’t really know how to swim. It wasn’t that I wasn’t in shape, but more on the lines that I had no outdoor talents. Looking across, I saw her frown. Clearly she would also like company. I decided on one course of action.
It was time to put my techie brain into action.
I looked frantically around for something to work with. When it seemed hopeless, I just sat and decided to look at the sky that she was admiring so much. I expected to see a cloud in the shape of SOMETHING, but there was nothing. It was clear and blue. Just then, I felt a rush of wind in my hair. I heard a faint giggle from the girl, and dismissed it. I was already in techie mode. Air…. Theoretically, Wind is denser than air, so wind is above the air, which is denser than water. If somehow the wind could be used as a medium, then theoretically, anyone could walk on air.
Theoretically of course.
I Look frantically around, the west wind… the next gust… angle of trajectory… designated landing point… aerodynamically factoring body mass. The next thing I knew, I was running. Wind began to pick up and I was off the ground. Half way through, I thought I was going to make it, but suddenly the wind died and I found myself arcing down. Plan B…. Plan B…. Arc! I turned my body into a full axis from my hips as a turning point, trying to extend my flight. I opened my eyes to find myself slamming into a deep, solid blue.
“You act very bright, but you’re definitely not bright after trying a jump like that.”
I coughed up what was left of the river water in me.
“You saved me?” I asked inquiringly.
“I couldn’t just sit here, enjoying myself while you drown, now could I?” She hastily replied.
“What made you guess I couldn’t swim?”
“The fact that you didn’t swim over in the first place.” I was surprised she was quite an intellectual thinker, being a country girl and all. “What made you think I wanted to swim over?”
“That cute smile you made at me.” She smiled warmly at me. I decided not to try to flirt and decided to just make short conversation. Being a techie and all, my flirting skills aren’t up to par.
“You’re the 1st girl to ever say I have a cute smile” I said firmly.
She looked surprised. “Wow, I expected to you have like, a bazilijilion girlfriends.”
Seeing a loophole, I teased her. “There’s no such thing as a bazilijilion.”
“Whatever” She waved the topic away.
“It’s been a long time, I can’t believe after all this time you don’t remember.” She looked off to the distance. Only now did I notice, she was quite beautiful.
“You know, when you were small…”I could sense she started to be in a serious confession kind of mood suddenly. “You and I were best friends.”
“Really? No joke?”
“Yeah! You even promised that you’d come back one day and be my boyfriend.” She blushed after blurting that out.
“Oh..” I could only manage that.
“I’ve had a crush on you since then.” She confessed, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
“That’s one big promise to make in a day.”
“If I don’t say it, someone else might…take..your…”Her lips were in front of mine, as she lay on top of me on the grassy bed next to the river. “First… Love….”
And our lips met.
Nandayo.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Diamante - Tweede (Part 2)
As I entered the room,
I noticed several things,
it was absolute silence,
save for the few pen clicks and throat clearings.
There was a large oval oak table in the middle of the room,
and sitting all around the table were men in suits,
some fat and old and some were youthful and healthy looking,
but all of them had a similar expression.
Coldness.
and a slight pinch of annoyance,
From that moment on I realized that they were pretty uneasy about me being there,
as if I wasnt on the same "social standing" as they were,
they seem to be expecting something,
a speech maybe.
So I began,
"Good evening gentlemen, My name is Paul Revere Crawford, I apologize for interrupting this meeting, but it is to my knowledge that Mr. Dublin requested for me"
as I finished my sentence,
Mr. Dublin appeared from a door exactly to my right,
he was holding a suitcase,
looking as if he had worked an all-nighter,
and greeted me in a tone that was of sympathy.
"Ohh! There you are, I was expecting you, I have a...I have an offer that I would like for you to think over"
I was confused and very, very unprepared,
if he was planning to transfer me,
or in the worst case scenario,
to fire me.
" I see, I would consider it, but first, I would like to at least know what I'm getting into"
I replied.
He breathed a sigh and answered,
"As you wish"
and handed me the suitcase.
"Think it over tonight, I expect a decision by tomorrow morning. Is that understood?"
I nodded and left the meeting room.
My mind was filled with questions.
What was inside that suitcase?
I decided to at least arrive home before opening it.
The assistant escorted me to the elevator,
and with a smile,
whispered a soft,
"Goodbye"
I smiled and closed the elevator doors.
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McWiggle :p
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part 2.
A Not So Ordinary Life Chap. 2
This story is a week’s worth of different experiences and choosing which was suitable for this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. (As usual)
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IT’S AMBER YOU IDIOT!
“A-a-a-…Amber?”
“Art? Is that you? And whose…” I quickly pushes Que off to my side and helped her up.
“She’s my –“I began, to only be cut off by an unfamiliar “GIRLFRIEND!”
I looked at Que in utter awe. She locked her arms around mine and nudged her head onto my shoulder. I must’ve looked surprised and blank at that point because Amber just shot a questioning look at me. I returned the look and Amber quickly got an idea of Que’s little fib.
“Que, could I borrow Art for awhile?” She asked in an attempt to rescue me.
“Only my Artee-Wartee can all me Que!” She shot an angry look at me, but I just looked away to hide my grin. She quickly let go of my arm and extended a hand to Amber.
“Jacqueline. Jacqueline Leticia Manon, or Que for….” She stopped as she realized she just told Amber, that Que was NOT my special name for her. Me and Amber shared a nice friendly laugh.
“Fine, Fine. Take him and do with him as you wish, but I’m telling you, If he comes back to the apartment with his virginity gone, I am SO not responsible. You hear me Art?” As he turn, I was already walking away with Amber.
“That boy and his flirtatious attitude.” She flushed angrily at the statement and whispered something under her breath as she walked away. “Annoying”
“Let me start. So, where do you live now and why did you come to Region City?” She asked casually, as though we’ve been talking like this for years.
“I live at a room at the Emblem Hotel; let’s just say I came here by a hand of fate. And you?”
“Emblem Hotel? The fancy one a few blocks down?” She asked with a surprised look.
“Anything you want to add to that?” It was clear on my face that I knew she wasn’t telling me anything. “Oh, Nothing at all.” She did a face that made me feel all warm inside. I shrugged the feeling off as ‘coincidence’. We walked for awhile longer in brief silence when finally decided to break it off.
“Why are you here anyway?” She asked enquiringly. I simply shrugged, at said a simple ‘Que’. She laughed at that. It was a sweet, melodic laugh that swayed me for a bit. As her fit ceased, she continued, “You haven’t changed have you?” I wondered what it meant for a moment. She let me dwell on it for awhile until we reached an elevator. I finally gave in and asked, “Changed how?”
“You know, charming girls and all. Que was gorgeous! You sure have a knack for picking them, just like the old days.” She gave me a sly wink and pushed a paper in my hand as she walked into the elevator. Its closing sound told me that I should find Jacqueline.
“ART!!!!!!!!!!” A loud booming voice came from the second floor. Onlookers were searching frantically for the source of the sound. “Get up here before I pull you up here, silly!” Without the hoarse shouting voice, I could tell Que must’ve have clothes. Sigh. The pattern of searching for clothes, trying them on, Que’s evaluation was pretty boring. Like I said, I wasn’t used to these kinds of things. On our walk home, I after checking the clothes and my empty wallet, I decided to read the paper Amber gave me.
‘147’, and that’s not all, it read; can you guess what this means? You’re smart aren’t you? If you do, I’ll give you a very Special present. It ended with Amber’s signature. “What’s that?” Que asked quizzingly. I just turned away to hide my grin, as I knew exactly what this number meant.
“Not going to help with diner Art?” I shook my head in reply and darted out the room. I was going to wear simple clothing, like I normally do. BUT, Que had to style me just because I said I wanted to walk around the hotel. I wore tight jumpsuit, with some nice urban slacks to go with it. She even insisted on one of those urban beanie caps that covered my hair entirely. So much for that haircut being showed off. I ran to the elevator and pressed down. I lived on floor 21 and was heading for the lobby. At the reception, I inquired about a room ‘147’. “Oh my. Art, wow. I didn’t recognize you like that.Well….” She was starting to turn red. I owe Que a good scolding for delaying this. “Privacy policy says that I can’t tell that information.” She said firmly.
“Oh….. sorry for….d-disturbing.” I was very sad. I didn’t even realize I was talking like that. I pulled down my beanie down over my eyes. I don’t know why I started to tear up a bit there. I walked back to the elevators slowly. Back at my room, I was recalling back what happened. It was just a theory, why would Amber even live here? Must’ve been that damned talent. I decided to go for a shower, when Que barged in the toilet and told me there was a delivery for me. I put on my clothes and went to the door, but all I found was a huge teddy bear. “Que! I think this is for you!” I shouted.
She shouted back “Check the card! I don’t think you’re the handsome idiot time are you?” I looked at the card and it wrote distinctively ‘Art’ outside. So I opened it. It read; ‘I’m sorry I made you make a face like that. I couldn’t bear to just leave you in that state. The resident name is Amber McWilliams. So please, don’t ever make a face like that ever again, okay?’
Sometimes, I just love this talent.
I went to the elevator, pressed 14 and down I went. I rushed to the room that indicated 147. I was about to knock *ignoring the doorbell for some reason* when it just, opened.
Sometimes, I just hate this talent.
“Amber, would you please stop hogging the shower. I have a really cute da-“ A girl appeared in front of me, striped of her clothing. She was wearing only lingerie when she stepped up to me pulled me close to her, and kissed me. My 1st kiss and it’s with a girl I don’t even know. That’s another point for hating this talent. “Screw my date. You’re definitely going to bed with me tonight.” She seemed to be serious. I was hesitating a little. As she lay down on the bed and stretched to a position not worth mentioning, another door opened. “Andy! How many times have I told you, lock this door! Someone could get….” She appeared in the bedroom and saw me pulling down my beanie over my eyes, looking at the ceiling.
She turned all red, realizing I saw her only covered with a towel.
(valmitta)*Finished*
Nandayo.
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IT’S AMBER YOU IDIOT!
“A-a-a-…Amber?”
“Art? Is that you? And whose…” I quickly pushes Que off to my side and helped her up.
“She’s my –“I began, to only be cut off by an unfamiliar “GIRLFRIEND!”
I looked at Que in utter awe. She locked her arms around mine and nudged her head onto my shoulder. I must’ve looked surprised and blank at that point because Amber just shot a questioning look at me. I returned the look and Amber quickly got an idea of Que’s little fib.
“Que, could I borrow Art for awhile?” She asked in an attempt to rescue me.
“Only my Artee-Wartee can all me Que!” She shot an angry look at me, but I just looked away to hide my grin. She quickly let go of my arm and extended a hand to Amber.
“Jacqueline. Jacqueline Leticia Manon, or Que for….” She stopped as she realized she just told Amber, that Que was NOT my special name for her. Me and Amber shared a nice friendly laugh.
“Fine, Fine. Take him and do with him as you wish, but I’m telling you, If he comes back to the apartment with his virginity gone, I am SO not responsible. You hear me Art?” As he turn, I was already walking away with Amber.
“That boy and his flirtatious attitude.” She flushed angrily at the statement and whispered something under her breath as she walked away. “Annoying”
“Let me start. So, where do you live now and why did you come to Region City?” She asked casually, as though we’ve been talking like this for years.
“I live at a room at the Emblem Hotel; let’s just say I came here by a hand of fate. And you?”
“Emblem Hotel? The fancy one a few blocks down?” She asked with a surprised look.
“Anything you want to add to that?” It was clear on my face that I knew she wasn’t telling me anything. “Oh, Nothing at all.” She did a face that made me feel all warm inside. I shrugged the feeling off as ‘coincidence’. We walked for awhile longer in brief silence when finally decided to break it off.
“Why are you here anyway?” She asked enquiringly. I simply shrugged, at said a simple ‘Que’. She laughed at that. It was a sweet, melodic laugh that swayed me for a bit. As her fit ceased, she continued, “You haven’t changed have you?” I wondered what it meant for a moment. She let me dwell on it for awhile until we reached an elevator. I finally gave in and asked, “Changed how?”
“You know, charming girls and all. Que was gorgeous! You sure have a knack for picking them, just like the old days.” She gave me a sly wink and pushed a paper in my hand as she walked into the elevator. Its closing sound told me that I should find Jacqueline.
“ART!!!!!!!!!!” A loud booming voice came from the second floor. Onlookers were searching frantically for the source of the sound. “Get up here before I pull you up here, silly!” Without the hoarse shouting voice, I could tell Que must’ve have clothes. Sigh. The pattern of searching for clothes, trying them on, Que’s evaluation was pretty boring. Like I said, I wasn’t used to these kinds of things. On our walk home, I after checking the clothes and my empty wallet, I decided to read the paper Amber gave me.
‘147’, and that’s not all, it read; can you guess what this means? You’re smart aren’t you? If you do, I’ll give you a very Special present. It ended with Amber’s signature. “What’s that?” Que asked quizzingly. I just turned away to hide my grin, as I knew exactly what this number meant.
“Not going to help with diner Art?” I shook my head in reply and darted out the room. I was going to wear simple clothing, like I normally do. BUT, Que had to style me just because I said I wanted to walk around the hotel. I wore tight jumpsuit, with some nice urban slacks to go with it. She even insisted on one of those urban beanie caps that covered my hair entirely. So much for that haircut being showed off. I ran to the elevator and pressed down. I lived on floor 21 and was heading for the lobby. At the reception, I inquired about a room ‘147’. “Oh my. Art, wow. I didn’t recognize you like that.Well….” She was starting to turn red. I owe Que a good scolding for delaying this. “Privacy policy says that I can’t tell that information.” She said firmly.
“Oh….. sorry for….d-disturbing.” I was very sad. I didn’t even realize I was talking like that. I pulled down my beanie down over my eyes. I don’t know why I started to tear up a bit there. I walked back to the elevators slowly. Back at my room, I was recalling back what happened. It was just a theory, why would Amber even live here? Must’ve been that damned talent. I decided to go for a shower, when Que barged in the toilet and told me there was a delivery for me. I put on my clothes and went to the door, but all I found was a huge teddy bear. “Que! I think this is for you!” I shouted.
She shouted back “Check the card! I don’t think you’re the handsome idiot time are you?” I looked at the card and it wrote distinctively ‘Art’ outside. So I opened it. It read; ‘I’m sorry I made you make a face like that. I couldn’t bear to just leave you in that state. The resident name is Amber McWilliams. So please, don’t ever make a face like that ever again, okay?’
Sometimes, I just love this talent.
I went to the elevator, pressed 14 and down I went. I rushed to the room that indicated 147. I was about to knock *ignoring the doorbell for some reason* when it just, opened.
Sometimes, I just hate this talent.
“Amber, would you please stop hogging the shower. I have a really cute da-“ A girl appeared in front of me, striped of her clothing. She was wearing only lingerie when she stepped up to me pulled me close to her, and kissed me. My 1st kiss and it’s with a girl I don’t even know. That’s another point for hating this talent. “Screw my date. You’re definitely going to bed with me tonight.” She seemed to be serious. I was hesitating a little. As she lay down on the bed and stretched to a position not worth mentioning, another door opened. “Andy! How many times have I told you, lock this door! Someone could get….” She appeared in the bedroom and saw me pulling down my beanie over my eyes, looking at the ceiling.
She turned all red, realizing I saw her only covered with a towel.
(valmitta)*Finished*
Nandayo.
Thoughts (1)
Imagine having your every thought controlled and monitored.
Where anything you do or say is recorded.
If you went up against the RULER, you just disappeared. No one will ever hear from you again, and life would return to normal, soon enough people will forget your very existence.
Imagine being told what to do and how to do it.
Where THEY tell you how to tie your shoes, when to do it, and what the measurements must be.
Don't adhere to what THEY tell you, you disappear, never to be heard from again.
Not even your family would be reckless enough to go looking for you.
Imagine living in a world where there was no one that you could trust.
Where your on your own, relying on yourself and yourself alone.
If you were to let something slip to a friend or even a family member, THEY would come after you the next day.
You will be taken away, and never seen again.
Now, imagine growing up on this world. People are selfish and scared, angry and yet terrified. And really, there is only one thing to know...
Do something THEY don't like,
It would be as if you never even existed...
To be continued,
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Where anything you do or say is recorded.
If you went up against the RULER, you just disappeared. No one will ever hear from you again, and life would return to normal, soon enough people will forget your very existence.
Imagine being told what to do and how to do it.
Where THEY tell you how to tie your shoes, when to do it, and what the measurements must be.
Don't adhere to what THEY tell you, you disappear, never to be heard from again.
Not even your family would be reckless enough to go looking for you.
Imagine living in a world where there was no one that you could trust.
Where your on your own, relying on yourself and yourself alone.
If you were to let something slip to a friend or even a family member, THEY would come after you the next day.
You will be taken away, and never seen again.
Now, imagine growing up on this world. People are selfish and scared, angry and yet terrified. And really, there is only one thing to know...
Do something THEY don't like,
It would be as if you never even existed...
To be continued,
pseudonym
Wall
There was a small village, and everyone who knew of existence called it Home (because there weren't many people who knew, just the people who lived there). Closely surrounding Home was a vast Wall that rose high and high in to the sky, and it was possible to say that no one knew where it ended.
No one questioned the Wall. The Wall held them in their place. The Wall was there to protect them. The wall was all-knowing. The Wall was even worshipped by a fifth of the population (ten people).
Talk about trying to bypass the Wall was quickly hushed.
The Wall rose high, and wound its way around the perimeter of the village. No one knew how thick it was, and the grey material it was made of was tough, but it was not hard, a bit like hard rubber. It was unsure what it was made of, but it was put through fire, and drills, and nothing could budge the Wall.
Some brave fools, reckless and daring, tried to prove everyone wrong, to find out what was beyond the Wall. They dug, but found that the Wall was positioned in the soil as well, no matter how deep they dug. They tried to climb, but no ladder (or amount of ladders melted together) was tall enough. They tried to ram the Wall down, and was thwarted by the Wall once again. It looked as if destiny was forcing them to accept the Wall as it is: Unmovable.
One day the Wall collapsed.
The Wall fell down. All the rubble crushed the whole village, but miracously, none of the villagers were harmed ( the Wall wasn't hard, and the pieces of just bounced of everyone). Some villagers cheered, some were terrified. What was beyond the Wall, which had been around from the start?
When the dust settled, the villagers gasped at what they saw.
Another wall.
Editr
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
One more time (14)
PREVIOUSLY: ‘I knew today would be fun, Era!!’
TUESDAY, 8 SEPTEMBER: The next 2 minutes find me hugging Carolyn and pretending to give a damn about her. She’s squealing something about how exotic I look. Hunter stands opposite Ian.
Carolyn pulls back from me, and steps back towards Ian, who looks extremely uncomfortable.
‘Era, I want to tell you something, but I think it would be better if I showed you.’
She goes on her tip toes, and locks lips with Ian, who is utterly trying to squirm away. She’s facing me, and gives me a wink. I go weak in the knees, it was like a slap in the face. The lip locking goes on for longer than is appropriate in public, and then she finally pulls apart from Ian. She smiles at me and gives me an incomprehensible look, something between being smug and challenging me to say or do something.
‘Wow! You guys are a still a couple, huh? I’m impressed, I have to say, I never thought you two would last.’
‘Looks like you stand corrected, huh Era?’
Outwardly, she is being supremely friendly, but I know her intentions. I know this is all a show. And although I know, it still hurts to see the physical aspect of Ian belonging to someone else...
‘But Era, you’re being rude. Who is that charming guy by your side?’
Carolyn gives Hunter a flirtatious smile. How cheap.
‘Good evening, Miss Carolyn. My name is Hunter Venator. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you.’
Carolyn seems momentarily stunned. Hunter steps up to me and places his arm very subtly over my shoulder. Ian’s eyes zero in on Hunter’s arm, and I look up at Hunter and watch him give Ian a smug smile.
‘Wow! Where did you find him, Era? Some girls have all the luck. By the way, you two make the cutest couple!’
‘Knock it off, Carolyn! They are not a couple! Do you understand?! Hunter fancies himself, Era’s new best friend, he’s just kidding himself though.’
Ian releases his hand from Carolyn’s grip and walks back to his table.
‘Your boy friend has quite the temper, huh? Truly though, Era and I are best friends.’
‘That is so sweet! The two of you simply must join us at our table. We’ll pull some empty chairs and we can all catch up.’
‘Gee, that’s very kind of you Carolyn, but Hunter and I were planning on just finishing up here quickly then heading off.’
‘On second thought Era, I would love to meet your friends. Maybe we can do that thing we planned after we sit and have another drink with your friends. What do you say?’
Hunter turns to me, and he gives a fake questioning look. I know he has something up his sleeves, and I have to admit, I am pretty curious what trouble he’d get himself into this time.
‘Hmmm, I don’t know...but what the heck, right? Sure Carolyn, we’ll join you guys!’
So Hunter and I walk over to their table, and the others make space for the both of us. Unfortunately there are only two empty seats. One next to Carolyn and one next to Duke. And both of these seats are at opposing ends of the table. Hunter whispers very softly in my ears, that he would sit next to Duke. He doesn’t want me anywhere near Duke.
So I sit down next to Carolyn, and Ian immediately leans over Carolyn and starts talking to me. I see Carolyn’s facial expressions change, and laugh silently to myself. Hunter is busy ignoring Duke, who is glowering at him, and entertaining Emma with one of his humorous tales, judging from her laughter. How pathetic!
‘Era, the group of us are heading to my house after this, for tea and just to kick back. Join us?’
‘Oh, I’d love to, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I ditched Hunter’
‘Nonsense, who said Hunter wasn’t invited? I’m sure Ian didn’t mean that! Besides, judging on what I’m seeing, Emma would have it no other way.’
Ian looks like Carolyn had just stuffed a lemon in his mouth.
‘Oh, actually, I’m a little busy after this. I had already planned out something for Era and my night. But if Era wants to go, then it not a problem whatsoever. I’ll sit it out though.’
‘Oh, what plans? Being naughty are we, Era?’
I don’t know whose face is redder, Ian’s or mine. Hunter is grinning widely, Emma looks a little upset at the prospect of Hunter not being around that night and Carolyn looks genuinely curious, waiting for my response, instead she got Hunter’s as I was blank on this pre-arranged night out.
‘Nothing much. And no worries, Era here isn’t being TOO naughty. Since I’m new here, Era was going to show me around a little, we planned on driving idly about, then having dinner and maybe catching a movie afterwards.’
‘That sounds like fun. Pardon me for asking, Hunter, but what car do you drive? I don’t mean to brag, but you might want to borrow Ian’s Lambo, it’s truly a luxury car.’
‘Right. But I don’t think I will be needing to borrow Ian’s car. I have one of my own actually. The red one, parked right outside.’
‘What model is that, dude?’
Duke asks Hunter, while looking at Hunter’s Ferrari wistfully.
‘Oh, nothing special. Just your average Ferrari Enzo.’
‘Nice car. Why did you go for a Ferrari though? Everyone knows a Lambo is the only way to go...’
‘I’m sure, Ian. But I want a car that fits my personality. I’m not trying to fit in with the crowd. Don’t you just hate those people who have no lives of their own, people who try to fit in? I find it absolutely pathetic!’
‘Hey Hunter! I think it’s about time we start heading out. It was nice meeting you guys, I’ll be seeing you around. Take care.’
I quickly jump up and head to the other end of the table and grab Hunter’s hand and yank him up. We head towards the door, and just as I’m about to open the door, I hear Ian shout out...
‘Era! Wait!’
TO BE CONTINUED..?
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Hey, you guys. Just wanted some feedback on this; I'm planning on stopping this story, maybe at the next instalment. I think I'm boring you guys. Any thoughts on this? I'm still trying to figure out whether to scrap this story, or keep it going...
TUESDAY, 8 SEPTEMBER: The next 2 minutes find me hugging Carolyn and pretending to give a damn about her. She’s squealing something about how exotic I look. Hunter stands opposite Ian.
Carolyn pulls back from me, and steps back towards Ian, who looks extremely uncomfortable.
‘Era, I want to tell you something, but I think it would be better if I showed you.’
She goes on her tip toes, and locks lips with Ian, who is utterly trying to squirm away. She’s facing me, and gives me a wink. I go weak in the knees, it was like a slap in the face. The lip locking goes on for longer than is appropriate in public, and then she finally pulls apart from Ian. She smiles at me and gives me an incomprehensible look, something between being smug and challenging me to say or do something.
‘Wow! You guys are a still a couple, huh? I’m impressed, I have to say, I never thought you two would last.’
‘Looks like you stand corrected, huh Era?’
Outwardly, she is being supremely friendly, but I know her intentions. I know this is all a show. And although I know, it still hurts to see the physical aspect of Ian belonging to someone else...
‘But Era, you’re being rude. Who is that charming guy by your side?’
Carolyn gives Hunter a flirtatious smile. How cheap.
‘Good evening, Miss Carolyn. My name is Hunter Venator. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you.’
Carolyn seems momentarily stunned. Hunter steps up to me and places his arm very subtly over my shoulder. Ian’s eyes zero in on Hunter’s arm, and I look up at Hunter and watch him give Ian a smug smile.
‘Wow! Where did you find him, Era? Some girls have all the luck. By the way, you two make the cutest couple!’
‘Knock it off, Carolyn! They are not a couple! Do you understand?! Hunter fancies himself, Era’s new best friend, he’s just kidding himself though.’
Ian releases his hand from Carolyn’s grip and walks back to his table.
‘Your boy friend has quite the temper, huh? Truly though, Era and I are best friends.’
‘That is so sweet! The two of you simply must join us at our table. We’ll pull some empty chairs and we can all catch up.’
‘Gee, that’s very kind of you Carolyn, but Hunter and I were planning on just finishing up here quickly then heading off.’
‘On second thought Era, I would love to meet your friends. Maybe we can do that thing we planned after we sit and have another drink with your friends. What do you say?’
Hunter turns to me, and he gives a fake questioning look. I know he has something up his sleeves, and I have to admit, I am pretty curious what trouble he’d get himself into this time.
‘Hmmm, I don’t know...but what the heck, right? Sure Carolyn, we’ll join you guys!’
So Hunter and I walk over to their table, and the others make space for the both of us. Unfortunately there are only two empty seats. One next to Carolyn and one next to Duke. And both of these seats are at opposing ends of the table. Hunter whispers very softly in my ears, that he would sit next to Duke. He doesn’t want me anywhere near Duke.
So I sit down next to Carolyn, and Ian immediately leans over Carolyn and starts talking to me. I see Carolyn’s facial expressions change, and laugh silently to myself. Hunter is busy ignoring Duke, who is glowering at him, and entertaining Emma with one of his humorous tales, judging from her laughter. How pathetic!
‘Era, the group of us are heading to my house after this, for tea and just to kick back. Join us?’
‘Oh, I’d love to, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I ditched Hunter’
‘Nonsense, who said Hunter wasn’t invited? I’m sure Ian didn’t mean that! Besides, judging on what I’m seeing, Emma would have it no other way.’
Ian looks like Carolyn had just stuffed a lemon in his mouth.
‘Oh, actually, I’m a little busy after this. I had already planned out something for Era and my night. But if Era wants to go, then it not a problem whatsoever. I’ll sit it out though.’
‘Oh, what plans? Being naughty are we, Era?’
I don’t know whose face is redder, Ian’s or mine. Hunter is grinning widely, Emma looks a little upset at the prospect of Hunter not being around that night and Carolyn looks genuinely curious, waiting for my response, instead she got Hunter’s as I was blank on this pre-arranged night out.
‘Nothing much. And no worries, Era here isn’t being TOO naughty. Since I’m new here, Era was going to show me around a little, we planned on driving idly about, then having dinner and maybe catching a movie afterwards.’
‘That sounds like fun. Pardon me for asking, Hunter, but what car do you drive? I don’t mean to brag, but you might want to borrow Ian’s Lambo, it’s truly a luxury car.’
‘Right. But I don’t think I will be needing to borrow Ian’s car. I have one of my own actually. The red one, parked right outside.’
‘What model is that, dude?’
Duke asks Hunter, while looking at Hunter’s Ferrari wistfully.
‘Oh, nothing special. Just your average Ferrari Enzo.’
‘Nice car. Why did you go for a Ferrari though? Everyone knows a Lambo is the only way to go...’
‘I’m sure, Ian. But I want a car that fits my personality. I’m not trying to fit in with the crowd. Don’t you just hate those people who have no lives of their own, people who try to fit in? I find it absolutely pathetic!’
‘Hey Hunter! I think it’s about time we start heading out. It was nice meeting you guys, I’ll be seeing you around. Take care.’
I quickly jump up and head to the other end of the table and grab Hunter’s hand and yank him up. We head towards the door, and just as I’m about to open the door, I hear Ian shout out...
‘Era! Wait!’
TO BE CONTINUED..?
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Hey, you guys. Just wanted some feedback on this; I'm planning on stopping this story, maybe at the next instalment. I think I'm boring you guys. Any thoughts on this? I'm still trying to figure out whether to scrap this story, or keep it going...
Monday, September 7, 2009
Diamante - Eerste
I'm 30,
I have a desk job,
I can feel my waistline pushing through my slacks which I bought as a gift to myself,
yeah,
I know,
My life sucks and I'm stuck here stacking papers and signing documents,
The only reason why I'm still at this very orderly, clean, and sanitised,
deskjob, is that it pays well,
I mean, Who gets paid 2560.50 euros a month just to stack, review, approve of, and sign the companies documents,
Well its their loss anyways,
and I'm not complaining either,
I have been noticing our company's names on the recent newspaper headings,
about a week ago,
something about kidnappings and murders that are increasing in occurences at the company's operations in Africa. It never occured to me that my job, and the beliefs i held in morals and my faith in my religion, would take a drastic turn for the worst.
A day after the news about the company came out,
bringing with it a flood of gossip and whispers of the company being investigated or approaching bankcruptcy,
I was worried too,
afraid of losing my rather safe and very "comfortable" job,
but I was soon to find out the path that will be given to me,
when the CEO of the company requested my presence.
His office was one level higher than mine's,
so I took the elevator and as the elevator doors opened,
his assistant,
with her fake yet beautiful smile,
said to me in a very monotonous voice,
" Come with me, he's expecting you in the Eagle meeting room"
I followed her,
my eyes glancing from antique furnishings,
to the exquisitely soft and velvety carpet,
and inappropriately tracing the outlines of her undergarments protruding through her thinly layered clothing,
gave myself a good slap and started focusing again.
After a minute or two of walking,
we finally reached the oak doors of the meeting room,
The assistant went in first,
and came back out,
gesturing me to come in.
I took a deep breath and braced myself for what was to come,
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McWiggle :p
Okay so this will be part 1 haha,
I promise I'll continue this one :p
One more time (13)
PREVIOUSLY: They all start laughing, but I know Duke wasn’t kidding, he was very easily taken up by material possessions.
MONDAY, 7 SEPTEMBER: In the next moment, Hunter had exited his car, and was at the passenger side, holding the door open for me. As I step out, I can’t help but look over to the only occupied table, where Duke’s mouth hangs open. A look of panic flashes across Ian’s face when he sees Hunter, then his eyes fall on me, and he breaks into a smile. He stands up and waves to me. I smile at him and wave back.
I see Emma, my grade school friend sitting beside an empty seat that was next to Ian. She looks at me and gives me a shy smile, then her eyes fall on Hunter and I see a brilliant smile brighten up her face.
Emma is another one of the carbon copies. She and I had never been very close, she was Carolyn’s best friend. But when Carolyn and I became best friends, Emma had been ignored slightly. I could tell she still had a grudge against me for that. From what Carolyn had told me about her, she was one of those genuinely nice girls, slightly girl-next-door-ish for my taste, and yet I saw that she had a pretty aggressive side to her. Everywhere she went, laughter was sure to follow, she was one of those people I had envied ever since I was a child.
Hunter seemed to notice her smile brighten when her eyes landed on him, he seemed to like the attention.
‘I think I’m going to like meeting these island girls.’
He looks over at Emma and gives her one of his dazzling smiles and winks at her, and I hear her heart lurch. Ugh! How pathetic.
Hunter walks me over to an empty table at the other end of the cafe. He holds the seat for me, in the true gentlemanly manner. He walks over to the other side of the table and seats himself. We look over the menu and I order the most sinful dish on the entire menu, Hunter opts for a simple coffee.
I take off Hunter’s coat and drape it across the back of my seat.
‘Ian is staring at you, Era, and so is Duke. I don’t like the way they look at you, it’s almost hungry, and that’s saying something, for a human to look at a vampire with hunger.’
‘Well, let them look Hunter. I hope Ian realizes what he’s missed out on.’
‘Duke wants to know why the two of us don’t look like we actually went through last night. Hah! I bet he hates the fact that the split lip he gave you dissapeared, only thing he could be more angry about is the fact that my nose is perfectly straight! I do admit, it is incredibly obvious there’s something wrong with us. Can’t say I don’t enjoy staring at my handiwork though!’
‘Cute, Hunter! I don’t recognize the other two guys at the table. That’s odd, I thought I knew everyone on this island.’
‘Hmmm, they all look alike to me. Blond, dumb...seen one, seen them all. Now I know what you meant about this place being a bore fest.’
As we were talking, the bell above the entrance rings as the door opens. In walks Carolyn, who hasn’t changed a bit. Her appearance sends me back to the night I caught her making out with Ian, and I’m filled with hate once again. Hunter must have sensed my anger, his head immediately zeroes in on Carolyn and back to me. He reaches across the table and enfolds one of my hands in his, and he gives me a gentle, reassuring squeeze. All at once, I’m incredibly thankful that Hunter is with me, my pillar of strength and support.
Carolyn seems unusually haughty, she looks good, no doubt, as infuriating as it is to admit it. She is with a couple of old friends I recognized. She looks over at Ian, and gives him a flirtatious wave, and then gets pissed off that he didn’t seem to notice her entrance. She looks over in the direction Ian is staring, in my direction. Her eyes freeze on mine, and she seems to not be able to believe that it’s me. I give her a fake smile and a small half-hearted wave. She smiles brilliantly back at me, then is about to walk toward me when she seems to realize that Ian isn’t zoning out, he’s staring at me.
She turns to one of the guys I don’t recognize and starts whispering something to him. I perk up my ears and listen in on their conversation.
‘Why is Ian staring at Era?’
‘Era? Is that her name? I’m not sure, but looks to me that our little Ian has a crush.’
‘A crush?! He can’t have a crush on someone else, he’s my boyfriend!’
‘Hang on a second, is that Era Cavanaugh? I’ve heard that Ian has a thing for her...’
‘You can’t be serious! That scoundrel, she was my best friend, you know. I’ll show her that Ian is all mine. Ugh! Just look at the way she was looking at him when we stepped in...disgusting!’
Carolyn makes a detour and grabs Ian’s hands and pulls him up. Ian flinches, he must be in pain after yesterdays fight. Carolyn doesn’t even seem to notice that her boyfriend is in any pain at all.
‘Isn’t that Era Cavanaugh? We should go over and say hi! It’s been ages, and she doesn’t even know we’re going out with each other, does she? I’m sure she would be psyched for us.’
‘Umm, I don’t think that’s a good idea Carolyn. There’s no need to mention us being a couple.’
‘Nonsense! She’s our friend, we should totally tell her. Plus I want to get introduced to that hottie boyfriend of hers.’
‘He isn’t her boyfriend...’
Hunter seems extremely amused by the conversation, especially the way Ian said his last sentence, so weakly...
‘I knew today would be fun, Era!!’
TO BE CONTINUED
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MONDAY, 7 SEPTEMBER: In the next moment, Hunter had exited his car, and was at the passenger side, holding the door open for me. As I step out, I can’t help but look over to the only occupied table, where Duke’s mouth hangs open. A look of panic flashes across Ian’s face when he sees Hunter, then his eyes fall on me, and he breaks into a smile. He stands up and waves to me. I smile at him and wave back.
I see Emma, my grade school friend sitting beside an empty seat that was next to Ian. She looks at me and gives me a shy smile, then her eyes fall on Hunter and I see a brilliant smile brighten up her face.
Emma is another one of the carbon copies. She and I had never been very close, she was Carolyn’s best friend. But when Carolyn and I became best friends, Emma had been ignored slightly. I could tell she still had a grudge against me for that. From what Carolyn had told me about her, she was one of those genuinely nice girls, slightly girl-next-door-ish for my taste, and yet I saw that she had a pretty aggressive side to her. Everywhere she went, laughter was sure to follow, she was one of those people I had envied ever since I was a child.
Hunter seemed to notice her smile brighten when her eyes landed on him, he seemed to like the attention.
‘I think I’m going to like meeting these island girls.’
He looks over at Emma and gives her one of his dazzling smiles and winks at her, and I hear her heart lurch. Ugh! How pathetic.
Hunter walks me over to an empty table at the other end of the cafe. He holds the seat for me, in the true gentlemanly manner. He walks over to the other side of the table and seats himself. We look over the menu and I order the most sinful dish on the entire menu, Hunter opts for a simple coffee.
I take off Hunter’s coat and drape it across the back of my seat.
‘Ian is staring at you, Era, and so is Duke. I don’t like the way they look at you, it’s almost hungry, and that’s saying something, for a human to look at a vampire with hunger.’
‘Well, let them look Hunter. I hope Ian realizes what he’s missed out on.’
‘Duke wants to know why the two of us don’t look like we actually went through last night. Hah! I bet he hates the fact that the split lip he gave you dissapeared, only thing he could be more angry about is the fact that my nose is perfectly straight! I do admit, it is incredibly obvious there’s something wrong with us. Can’t say I don’t enjoy staring at my handiwork though!’
‘Cute, Hunter! I don’t recognize the other two guys at the table. That’s odd, I thought I knew everyone on this island.’
‘Hmmm, they all look alike to me. Blond, dumb...seen one, seen them all. Now I know what you meant about this place being a bore fest.’
As we were talking, the bell above the entrance rings as the door opens. In walks Carolyn, who hasn’t changed a bit. Her appearance sends me back to the night I caught her making out with Ian, and I’m filled with hate once again. Hunter must have sensed my anger, his head immediately zeroes in on Carolyn and back to me. He reaches across the table and enfolds one of my hands in his, and he gives me a gentle, reassuring squeeze. All at once, I’m incredibly thankful that Hunter is with me, my pillar of strength and support.
Carolyn seems unusually haughty, she looks good, no doubt, as infuriating as it is to admit it. She is with a couple of old friends I recognized. She looks over at Ian, and gives him a flirtatious wave, and then gets pissed off that he didn’t seem to notice her entrance. She looks over in the direction Ian is staring, in my direction. Her eyes freeze on mine, and she seems to not be able to believe that it’s me. I give her a fake smile and a small half-hearted wave. She smiles brilliantly back at me, then is about to walk toward me when she seems to realize that Ian isn’t zoning out, he’s staring at me.
She turns to one of the guys I don’t recognize and starts whispering something to him. I perk up my ears and listen in on their conversation.
‘Why is Ian staring at Era?’
‘Era? Is that her name? I’m not sure, but looks to me that our little Ian has a crush.’
‘A crush?! He can’t have a crush on someone else, he’s my boyfriend!’
‘Hang on a second, is that Era Cavanaugh? I’ve heard that Ian has a thing for her...’
‘You can’t be serious! That scoundrel, she was my best friend, you know. I’ll show her that Ian is all mine. Ugh! Just look at the way she was looking at him when we stepped in...disgusting!’
Carolyn makes a detour and grabs Ian’s hands and pulls him up. Ian flinches, he must be in pain after yesterdays fight. Carolyn doesn’t even seem to notice that her boyfriend is in any pain at all.
‘Isn’t that Era Cavanaugh? We should go over and say hi! It’s been ages, and she doesn’t even know we’re going out with each other, does she? I’m sure she would be psyched for us.’
‘Umm, I don’t think that’s a good idea Carolyn. There’s no need to mention us being a couple.’
‘Nonsense! She’s our friend, we should totally tell her. Plus I want to get introduced to that hottie boyfriend of hers.’
‘He isn’t her boyfriend...’
Hunter seems extremely amused by the conversation, especially the way Ian said his last sentence, so weakly...
‘I knew today would be fun, Era!!’
TO BE CONTINUED
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Sunday, September 6, 2009
One more time (12)
PREVIOUSLY: And the last thing I remember is falling into the pure bliss that only sleep can give
SUNDAY, 6 SEPTEMBER: I open my eyes, and am greeted by the feeble rays of the sun. I sit up in my bed and realize I’m still wearing the red dress from last night. I get up, wash up and change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and head down for breakfast, eager to know what happened after I fell asleep.
As I’m skulking around the house looking for everyone, I walk head first into Jasper.
‘Oh! Sorry! Morning Jasper, seen my dad?’
‘Good morning, Miss Cavanaugh. Your father is in the parlour entertaining a gentlemen who must be of some class.’
‘A gentlemen, you say? Say Jasper, what does this gentlemen look like?’
‘Well, he seems a lot darker than most of the boys here. Pale, with a shock of black hair, quite tall and has an attitude the size of the entire island and then some. I believe he goes by the name Mr. Venator.’
‘Hunter is here?! I’m off then, could you get me a drink and bring it to the parlour? Thanks Jasper, you’re a peach!’
As I head off to the parlour, I hear Jasper muttering under his breath, something about peaches and how he can’t imagine why he has to serve me. Chuckling, I enter the parlour.
‘Morning father! Hunter!!’
‘It’s barely morning anymore, Era. You really must wake up earlier! Imagine the impression you’ve left on Hunter here. Which reminds me, he shall be addressed as Mr. Venator to you.’
‘There’s really no need for that, Jason. Era and I have known each other for five years now. Hunter is perfectly fine. Morning sunshine, so what’s the plan for today?’
Hunter gives me one of his trademark smiles, and I notice that his nose has recovered fully, it was as perfect and straight as ever. I run my fingers over my lip and feel that it has completely healed. Thank god! This whole vampire thing does have it’s advantages...sometimes.
‘I need to hit the shops, buy some clothes. I also want to meet up with the old group, show them I’m still alive and thriving since I’ve left them.’
‘Oh, sounds like fun! What shall I wear?’
‘You want to come? But I’m meeting up with people like Ian, and his gang...’
‘No worries, if it means so much to you, you’re friends are my friends. And if he really gets on my nerves, I’ll imagine pulling him to pieces, slowly.’
Again that sweet, angelic smile.
‘Great, it’s a date then. Let me have a drink, change, then we’ll be off.’
‘Do I have any say in your activities for today, Era?’
‘No, father. But don’t worry, Hunter will keep an eye on me. I’m sure you trust Hunter to keep me out of trouble.’
‘Luckily for you, I do trust Hunter. Be good Era!’
‘When am I ever not, father?’
I exit the room chuckling, meet Jasper in the hallway, take the drink from his hands, say a brief thank you and I’m up the stairs and off to change.
One hour later and Hunter and I exit his Ferrari. Hunter is wearing a plain grey t-shirt, black jeans and a leather coat. He looks very yummy. Next to him, I seem over dressed. I’m wearing one of my very few skirts, a simple, figure hugging blouse. I didn’t bother with a jacket, because I didn’t have one that would compliment my outfit, hence I need to go shopping. As I step out of Hunter’s warm car, I internally kick myself for not wearing something warmer. I immediately start shivering. Hunter looks over at me and chuckles and hands me his leather coat. It’s very much too big for me, but it feels good.
We step into one of the upscale shopping centres, and I whirlwind about looking for clothes, especially for a jacket that would look good with this outfit. I didn’t want to meet up with my old friends unless I looked perfect. My dark locks were pulled back into a tight ponytail.
As I try stuff on, Hunter gives me his masterful advice and critics. An hour later, we leave the shopping centre empty handed, because he couldn’t find anything he thought suited me. By now it’s almost 2 o’clock, and unless everyone had kicked their old habit, they would all be at one of the nearby cafe’s.
As Hunter parks his car in the parking lot right outside the cafe, my heart flutters, I see a very tired Ian surrounded by my group of old friends. I see all of them staring in the direction of Hunter’s darkly tinted car and I can hear them talking about it.
Duke, whose face looks bruised and swollen from Hunter’s punch, nudges Ian and points at Hunter’s car. He lets out a low whistle.
‘Now whose car is that? Whoever it is, I suggest we make friends, huh guys?!’
They all start laughing, but I know Duke wasn’t kidding, he was very easily taken up by material possessions.
TO BE CONTINUED
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SUNDAY, 6 SEPTEMBER: I open my eyes, and am greeted by the feeble rays of the sun. I sit up in my bed and realize I’m still wearing the red dress from last night. I get up, wash up and change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and head down for breakfast, eager to know what happened after I fell asleep.
As I’m skulking around the house looking for everyone, I walk head first into Jasper.
‘Oh! Sorry! Morning Jasper, seen my dad?’
‘Good morning, Miss Cavanaugh. Your father is in the parlour entertaining a gentlemen who must be of some class.’
‘A gentlemen, you say? Say Jasper, what does this gentlemen look like?’
‘Well, he seems a lot darker than most of the boys here. Pale, with a shock of black hair, quite tall and has an attitude the size of the entire island and then some. I believe he goes by the name Mr. Venator.’
‘Hunter is here?! I’m off then, could you get me a drink and bring it to the parlour? Thanks Jasper, you’re a peach!’
As I head off to the parlour, I hear Jasper muttering under his breath, something about peaches and how he can’t imagine why he has to serve me. Chuckling, I enter the parlour.
‘Morning father! Hunter!!’
‘It’s barely morning anymore, Era. You really must wake up earlier! Imagine the impression you’ve left on Hunter here. Which reminds me, he shall be addressed as Mr. Venator to you.’
‘There’s really no need for that, Jason. Era and I have known each other for five years now. Hunter is perfectly fine. Morning sunshine, so what’s the plan for today?’
Hunter gives me one of his trademark smiles, and I notice that his nose has recovered fully, it was as perfect and straight as ever. I run my fingers over my lip and feel that it has completely healed. Thank god! This whole vampire thing does have it’s advantages...sometimes.
‘I need to hit the shops, buy some clothes. I also want to meet up with the old group, show them I’m still alive and thriving since I’ve left them.’
‘Oh, sounds like fun! What shall I wear?’
‘You want to come? But I’m meeting up with people like Ian, and his gang...’
‘No worries, if it means so much to you, you’re friends are my friends. And if he really gets on my nerves, I’ll imagine pulling him to pieces, slowly.’
Again that sweet, angelic smile.
‘Great, it’s a date then. Let me have a drink, change, then we’ll be off.’
‘Do I have any say in your activities for today, Era?’
‘No, father. But don’t worry, Hunter will keep an eye on me. I’m sure you trust Hunter to keep me out of trouble.’
‘Luckily for you, I do trust Hunter. Be good Era!’
‘When am I ever not, father?’
I exit the room chuckling, meet Jasper in the hallway, take the drink from his hands, say a brief thank you and I’m up the stairs and off to change.
One hour later and Hunter and I exit his Ferrari. Hunter is wearing a plain grey t-shirt, black jeans and a leather coat. He looks very yummy. Next to him, I seem over dressed. I’m wearing one of my very few skirts, a simple, figure hugging blouse. I didn’t bother with a jacket, because I didn’t have one that would compliment my outfit, hence I need to go shopping. As I step out of Hunter’s warm car, I internally kick myself for not wearing something warmer. I immediately start shivering. Hunter looks over at me and chuckles and hands me his leather coat. It’s very much too big for me, but it feels good.
We step into one of the upscale shopping centres, and I whirlwind about looking for clothes, especially for a jacket that would look good with this outfit. I didn’t want to meet up with my old friends unless I looked perfect. My dark locks were pulled back into a tight ponytail.
As I try stuff on, Hunter gives me his masterful advice and critics. An hour later, we leave the shopping centre empty handed, because he couldn’t find anything he thought suited me. By now it’s almost 2 o’clock, and unless everyone had kicked their old habit, they would all be at one of the nearby cafe’s.
As Hunter parks his car in the parking lot right outside the cafe, my heart flutters, I see a very tired Ian surrounded by my group of old friends. I see all of them staring in the direction of Hunter’s darkly tinted car and I can hear them talking about it.
Duke, whose face looks bruised and swollen from Hunter’s punch, nudges Ian and points at Hunter’s car. He lets out a low whistle.
‘Now whose car is that? Whoever it is, I suggest we make friends, huh guys?!’
They all start laughing, but I know Duke wasn’t kidding, he was very easily taken up by material possessions.
TO BE CONTINUED
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One more time (11)
PREVIOUSLY: After toying with Ian a little, Hunter throws an extremely forceful punch in Ian’s direction. Ian had no chance of blocking it whatsoever, he gets hit squarely in the stomach and gets thrown into a nearby tree. The back of his head slams against the bark of the tree with so much force, I could actually hear it. Ian slides down and looks like he’s passed out.
My stomach clenches with panic.
SUNDAY, 6 SEPTEMBER: Hunter utterly disregards Ian, and bends over the pier reaching his hand into the water. He uses the icy water to wash off the blood from his face.
Out of nowhere, I hear a thud of feet right by the pier, running in Hunter’s direction. Duke appears holding a baseball bat, apparently his baseball practice had just ended, and uses it to strike the back of Hunter’s head as he is bent over the pier. Before Hunter was even able to dodge the blow, he splashes into the icy water.
‘How could you just sit there and watch as Ian gets banged up by that stranger?’
I was still so stunned, I couldn’t even answer that question. I just sit there my head shaking from left to right. Ian seems to be regaining consciousness and sits up, he seems disoriented, but the moment he remembers what was happening, he’s back on his feet and in a defensive stance looking around for Hunter.
Duke approaches me, so angry that he’s actually quite scary. He grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly shoves me into a tree. He lifts me up until we’re eye-to-eye. His body pins my body to the tree and my thrashing seems utterly pointless. I can’t seem to summon any strength above that of a typical human girl. Tears are streaming down my face, and still I can’t speak.
He takes one hand off my shoulder and I think he’s about to release me. The pressure of his body against mine is so much, that it actually hurts. Before I know it, his hand had shot up and slapped me across my face, I feel my lip split, and my right cheek burns.
‘How dare you? Duke! How could you slap her?!’
I see Ian running towards me shouting at Duke. I feel in utter shock. I can taste blood in my mouth, and it’s got me into a kind of high.
In the next moment, Ian reaches Duke and grabs his hand before he manages to land the second slap on me. At the same time, Hunter is at my side, soaking wet, and giving Duke a look so violent, that he involuntarily lets go of me. Ian pulls Duke off and drags him as far from Hunter as possible, he seems to realize that Hunter has just passed the point of no return. In the same moment that Duke released me, Hunter’s hand replaced his on my shoulder, this time not intended to hurt me, merely to keep me upright. He holds my waist and supports the majority of my weight. He looks down at me, runs his cold hands over my quickly bruising face, and that violent look returns to his face.
I know what he’s thinking. Hunter will go after Duke and make him pay for what he did to me. Hunter was so engrossed in his planning on how to make Duke suffer the most, that he didn’t seem to notice himself shivering in the cold night air.
‘Hunter, don’t. He didn’t mean to hurt me. He was just upset over what happened to Ian.’
I notice Ian suddenly seem to lose his balance, looks like his adrenaline rush is over. Thankfully, Duke catches him before he hits the ground. Duke swings one of Ian’s arms over his shoulder and supports his weight and starts walking toward Ian’s house. He throws a backward glance at me in Hunter’s arms.
‘Welcome home Era! Hope you see the kind of problem you cause. Why don’t you do us all a favour and run off again, but this time, take that psycho with you. He isn’t welcome here.’
‘Oh yeah? Why don’t you come and say that to my face, chubby! And if I were you, I’d learn to show Era some respect.’
‘Well, you aren’t me. And I’d rather die than show respect to that little tramp.’
Hunter gently lays me on the ground, and walks over to Duke. As he’s walking a group of Duke’s baseball buddies enter the area, they look perplexed, seeing Duke supporting an unconscious Ian, Hunter looking utterly terrifying, Duke looking like he wanted nothing more than to beat Hunter up, and me sitting stunned on the ground.
Before anyone can react, Hunter stops right in front of Duke, pulls back his fist, and punches Duke in the face. Duke immediately falls down and so too, does Ian.
‘That’s for slapping Era. I would rip your hand of your body generally, but I reserve killing you for another day.’
And with that Hunter walks back towards me and gently scoops me up in his arms. He looks down at me and the violent look disappears, replaced by the most earnest of concern.
‘I’m sorry Era. I never meant for you to get hurt. Please forgive me!’
‘Hunter, it isn’t your fault at all. It’s mine, Duke was right, what kind of friend allows her friend to be beaten up in front of her, and yet does nothing at all to stop it?’
‘Era, don’t you dare blame yourself! I swear I will make that boy pay.’
‘Hunter, are you okay? He hit you pretty hard. And you fell into that freezing water, and you’re shivering. Do you have a coat? You should get out of that shirt before you fall sick.’
‘Don’t worry about me, I’m tough, a little cold isn’t going to make me ill. By the way Era, I know this isn’t a good time to point this out but, because you refuse to drink any blood, you’re weak. Had you the strength of a normal vampire, Duke would never have been able to pin you to that tree. Please reconsider your diet, for your own good.’
‘No, Hunter. I don’t want to drink blood, I can get by on human food and I will. Besides, I have you around to protect me, right?’
I smile up at him, and he returns one of his dazzling smiles back to me. By this time, he’s carried me to the nearby parking lot and stops at a gorgeous, red Ferrari.
He places me on my feet, and holds the passenger door open for me. I climb in and immediately am encompassed in a delicious smell, a combination of something spicy and very appealing.
‘My new ride, like it?’
‘Definitely.’
The next thing I know, Hunter is carrying me up a familiar flight of stairs, into a familiar room and places me on a familiar bed. As he tucks the quilt around me, I hear another pair of feet in the room.
‘What happened to her?’
I recognized my father’s voice, and I can hear the concern in it, it makes me feel remarkably better.
‘I met Ian today, Jason.’
‘Ah, tell me everything’
And the last thing I remember is falling into the pure bliss that only sleep can give.
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My stomach clenches with panic.
SUNDAY, 6 SEPTEMBER: Hunter utterly disregards Ian, and bends over the pier reaching his hand into the water. He uses the icy water to wash off the blood from his face.
Out of nowhere, I hear a thud of feet right by the pier, running in Hunter’s direction. Duke appears holding a baseball bat, apparently his baseball practice had just ended, and uses it to strike the back of Hunter’s head as he is bent over the pier. Before Hunter was even able to dodge the blow, he splashes into the icy water.
‘How could you just sit there and watch as Ian gets banged up by that stranger?’
I was still so stunned, I couldn’t even answer that question. I just sit there my head shaking from left to right. Ian seems to be regaining consciousness and sits up, he seems disoriented, but the moment he remembers what was happening, he’s back on his feet and in a defensive stance looking around for Hunter.
Duke approaches me, so angry that he’s actually quite scary. He grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly shoves me into a tree. He lifts me up until we’re eye-to-eye. His body pins my body to the tree and my thrashing seems utterly pointless. I can’t seem to summon any strength above that of a typical human girl. Tears are streaming down my face, and still I can’t speak.
He takes one hand off my shoulder and I think he’s about to release me. The pressure of his body against mine is so much, that it actually hurts. Before I know it, his hand had shot up and slapped me across my face, I feel my lip split, and my right cheek burns.
‘How dare you? Duke! How could you slap her?!’
I see Ian running towards me shouting at Duke. I feel in utter shock. I can taste blood in my mouth, and it’s got me into a kind of high.
In the next moment, Ian reaches Duke and grabs his hand before he manages to land the second slap on me. At the same time, Hunter is at my side, soaking wet, and giving Duke a look so violent, that he involuntarily lets go of me. Ian pulls Duke off and drags him as far from Hunter as possible, he seems to realize that Hunter has just passed the point of no return. In the same moment that Duke released me, Hunter’s hand replaced his on my shoulder, this time not intended to hurt me, merely to keep me upright. He holds my waist and supports the majority of my weight. He looks down at me, runs his cold hands over my quickly bruising face, and that violent look returns to his face.
I know what he’s thinking. Hunter will go after Duke and make him pay for what he did to me. Hunter was so engrossed in his planning on how to make Duke suffer the most, that he didn’t seem to notice himself shivering in the cold night air.
‘Hunter, don’t. He didn’t mean to hurt me. He was just upset over what happened to Ian.’
I notice Ian suddenly seem to lose his balance, looks like his adrenaline rush is over. Thankfully, Duke catches him before he hits the ground. Duke swings one of Ian’s arms over his shoulder and supports his weight and starts walking toward Ian’s house. He throws a backward glance at me in Hunter’s arms.
‘Welcome home Era! Hope you see the kind of problem you cause. Why don’t you do us all a favour and run off again, but this time, take that psycho with you. He isn’t welcome here.’
‘Oh yeah? Why don’t you come and say that to my face, chubby! And if I were you, I’d learn to show Era some respect.’
‘Well, you aren’t me. And I’d rather die than show respect to that little tramp.’
Hunter gently lays me on the ground, and walks over to Duke. As he’s walking a group of Duke’s baseball buddies enter the area, they look perplexed, seeing Duke supporting an unconscious Ian, Hunter looking utterly terrifying, Duke looking like he wanted nothing more than to beat Hunter up, and me sitting stunned on the ground.
Before anyone can react, Hunter stops right in front of Duke, pulls back his fist, and punches Duke in the face. Duke immediately falls down and so too, does Ian.
‘That’s for slapping Era. I would rip your hand of your body generally, but I reserve killing you for another day.’
And with that Hunter walks back towards me and gently scoops me up in his arms. He looks down at me and the violent look disappears, replaced by the most earnest of concern.
‘I’m sorry Era. I never meant for you to get hurt. Please forgive me!’
‘Hunter, it isn’t your fault at all. It’s mine, Duke was right, what kind of friend allows her friend to be beaten up in front of her, and yet does nothing at all to stop it?’
‘Era, don’t you dare blame yourself! I swear I will make that boy pay.’
‘Hunter, are you okay? He hit you pretty hard. And you fell into that freezing water, and you’re shivering. Do you have a coat? You should get out of that shirt before you fall sick.’
‘Don’t worry about me, I’m tough, a little cold isn’t going to make me ill. By the way Era, I know this isn’t a good time to point this out but, because you refuse to drink any blood, you’re weak. Had you the strength of a normal vampire, Duke would never have been able to pin you to that tree. Please reconsider your diet, for your own good.’
‘No, Hunter. I don’t want to drink blood, I can get by on human food and I will. Besides, I have you around to protect me, right?’
I smile up at him, and he returns one of his dazzling smiles back to me. By this time, he’s carried me to the nearby parking lot and stops at a gorgeous, red Ferrari.
He places me on my feet, and holds the passenger door open for me. I climb in and immediately am encompassed in a delicious smell, a combination of something spicy and very appealing.
‘My new ride, like it?’
‘Definitely.’
The next thing I know, Hunter is carrying me up a familiar flight of stairs, into a familiar room and places me on a familiar bed. As he tucks the quilt around me, I hear another pair of feet in the room.
‘What happened to her?’
I recognized my father’s voice, and I can hear the concern in it, it makes me feel remarkably better.
‘I met Ian today, Jason.’
‘Ah, tell me everything’
And the last thing I remember is falling into the pure bliss that only sleep can give.
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PREVIOUSLY: Oh no! Hunter sounds like he’s done with talking. I recognized the tone from every other time he got into a fight with someone. By the time he ended his sentence I was standing a little way away from the pier, but I could see the two of them facing each other clearly, I could see the anger on Ian’s face and the cocky smile on Hunter’s...
And I knew this could only end badly...
SUNDAY, 6 SEPTEMBER: I couldn’t make my legs move. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t move. I couldn’t put myself between the two of them, I just wasn’t able to protect my best friends from each other. So I end up on the floor, my legs tucked under me. I feel completely disconnected from my body, and I watch in complete horror as Hunter and Ian begin to size each other up, I can almost see what’s going to happen next, and yet, I’m incapable of stopping them. Tears roll down my cheek in a steady, silent stream and I watch transfixed.
‘I made a mistake, so sue me! I’m allowed to make a bloody mistake, Hunter! Are you telling me that you have never done anything to hurt her?! ‘
‘Unlike you Ian, I care for her too much to hurt her. Perhaps you don’t understand though...’
Which was not true. Hunter had hurt me. Not emotionally, the way Ian did, he hurt me physically, on the night he turned me into a vampire. But Hunter had never meant to hurt me, I couldn’t bring myself to think that Hunter had meant to hurt me.
‘How dare you?!’
And I can see Ian completely lose it. Ian has never been in a fight before, but I see an adrenaline rush in him, he seems to move more fluidly then I’ve ever seen him move before.
In a split second he had shoved Hunter backwards with his full force, and Hunter barely budged. Ian probably didn’t realize that Hunter wasn’t human, and that’s why he barely budged. Ian’s adrenaline rush seemed to have pumped him up, and I have to admit, I’m not so worried about him anymore. And then I look at Hunter and see a flash of red in his eyes and my dread returned. How could Ian match Hunter, Hunter who was a skilled hunter himself (no pun intended), Hunter who was supremely fast and tough.
‘Is that all you got, pretty boy? Even Era could shove me harder than that! How do you plan to win her over, when you aren’t even as strong as she is? How are you supposed to protect her?’
Ian’s face turns red, but I can’t be sure whether out of fury or embarrassment. He aims a punch at Hunter, but Hunter dodges it easily.
‘Come on, Ian! You said you wanted a fight, now you have one, and you’re not even trying to hit me, are....’
Before Hunter could finish his sentence, Ian aims a swift jab right at Hunter’s face, and Hunter goes down so fast. I stare open mouthed. Hunter had underestimated Ian, he had talked too much.
In the next instant, Hunter was back up, looking absolutely livid, his nose looks broken and blood is dripping down his chin and staining his crisp white shirt. Hunter drops into a defensive stance and is now at the exact same height as Ian.
I could see the smugness in Ian’s face.
‘You were saying Hunter? For a pretty boy, I sure made you look a hell of a lot uglier!’
‘Insolent child’
Ian goes on the offensive, throwing punch after punch in Hunter’s direction. Hunter blocks each and every blow. And with every blow he blocked, the smile on his face grows, and Ian’s face gets more and more tensed.
After toying with Ian a little, Hunter throws an extremely forceful punch in Ian’s direction. Ian had no chance of blocking it whatsoever, he gets hit squarely in the stomach and gets thrown into a nearby tree. The back of his head slams against the bark of the tree with so much force, I could actually hear it. Ian slides down and looks like he’s passed out.
My stomach clenches with panic...
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And I knew this could only end badly...
SUNDAY, 6 SEPTEMBER: I couldn’t make my legs move. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t move. I couldn’t put myself between the two of them, I just wasn’t able to protect my best friends from each other. So I end up on the floor, my legs tucked under me. I feel completely disconnected from my body, and I watch in complete horror as Hunter and Ian begin to size each other up, I can almost see what’s going to happen next, and yet, I’m incapable of stopping them. Tears roll down my cheek in a steady, silent stream and I watch transfixed.
‘I made a mistake, so sue me! I’m allowed to make a bloody mistake, Hunter! Are you telling me that you have never done anything to hurt her?! ‘
‘Unlike you Ian, I care for her too much to hurt her. Perhaps you don’t understand though...’
Which was not true. Hunter had hurt me. Not emotionally, the way Ian did, he hurt me physically, on the night he turned me into a vampire. But Hunter had never meant to hurt me, I couldn’t bring myself to think that Hunter had meant to hurt me.
‘How dare you?!’
And I can see Ian completely lose it. Ian has never been in a fight before, but I see an adrenaline rush in him, he seems to move more fluidly then I’ve ever seen him move before.
In a split second he had shoved Hunter backwards with his full force, and Hunter barely budged. Ian probably didn’t realize that Hunter wasn’t human, and that’s why he barely budged. Ian’s adrenaline rush seemed to have pumped him up, and I have to admit, I’m not so worried about him anymore. And then I look at Hunter and see a flash of red in his eyes and my dread returned. How could Ian match Hunter, Hunter who was a skilled hunter himself (no pun intended), Hunter who was supremely fast and tough.
‘Is that all you got, pretty boy? Even Era could shove me harder than that! How do you plan to win her over, when you aren’t even as strong as she is? How are you supposed to protect her?’
Ian’s face turns red, but I can’t be sure whether out of fury or embarrassment. He aims a punch at Hunter, but Hunter dodges it easily.
‘Come on, Ian! You said you wanted a fight, now you have one, and you’re not even trying to hit me, are....’
Before Hunter could finish his sentence, Ian aims a swift jab right at Hunter’s face, and Hunter goes down so fast. I stare open mouthed. Hunter had underestimated Ian, he had talked too much.
In the next instant, Hunter was back up, looking absolutely livid, his nose looks broken and blood is dripping down his chin and staining his crisp white shirt. Hunter drops into a defensive stance and is now at the exact same height as Ian.
I could see the smugness in Ian’s face.
‘You were saying Hunter? For a pretty boy, I sure made you look a hell of a lot uglier!’
‘Insolent child’
Ian goes on the offensive, throwing punch after punch in Hunter’s direction. Hunter blocks each and every blow. And with every blow he blocked, the smile on his face grows, and Ian’s face gets more and more tensed.
After toying with Ian a little, Hunter throws an extremely forceful punch in Ian’s direction. Ian had no chance of blocking it whatsoever, he gets hit squarely in the stomach and gets thrown into a nearby tree. The back of his head slams against the bark of the tree with so much force, I could actually hear it. Ian slides down and looks like he’s passed out.
My stomach clenches with panic...
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
One more time (9)
PREVIOUSLY: Hunter gave one of his radiant smiles, which was at a huge contrast to Ian's glower. Ian clenches his fists, and takes a couple of steps closer to Hunter, and Hunter sensing the challenge, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and walks ever so cockily until he and Ian are nose-to-nose.
Oh god! Boys...
SATURDAY, 5 SEPTEMBER: ‘What you going to do? Hit me, Ian? I dare you to!’
‘Stop it, Hunter!’
I finally regained my voice. In the time that Hunter and Ian had been exchanging their asinine banter, I had completely lost all ability to speak. I couldn't believe how fast their meeting was escalating into what would surely become a fist fight.
‘No, Era. There’s no need to stop him. I can take him! Bring it on Hunter!’
‘Shut up, Ian. Don’t taunt Hunter, you have no idea who you are messing with!’
‘See, Ian. Era knows which one of us will be limping out of this little brawl. Era knows I’m stronger than you, Era knows that you will LOSE!’
‘Stop it Hunter, you idiot! If you lay a finger on Ian, I’ll tear you up. Do you understand me?’
‘Hah! Obviously Era doesn’t like you very much, now does she, Hunter? I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m the favourite here. She didn’t say she would do anything if I laid a finger on you!’
‘Well, that’s because she knows that that finger would be broken way before it came close to me! She doesn’t underestimate ME! Plus, you must be a real pussy, why else would Era be so worried about you? She needs a man, Ian, not a boy who can’t even look after himself!’
‘Stop it both of you! Have you guys ever considered my feelings? Both of you claim to be my best friends, but you can’t even bare to do the one thing I ask you to! Both of you are jerks, completely and utterly.’
I stormed off, too worried and angry to stand on that tension-filled pier. Hopefully the moment I leave, the both of them will back off and leave each other alone. I needed to clear my head, I needed fresh air in order to figure out what just happened.
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‘Wait for me Era!’ Hunter called out.
‘You?! Why would she wait for you?’ Ian retorted.
‘You’re lucky I’m going to go check up on Era, Ian, otherwise you would be in a sorry state the moment I were through with you.’ As he said that, Hunter began to head off in the direction Era had taken.
‘If you loved her Hunter, you would want what’s best for her. And I’m best for her. She loves me, she said so herself. Don’t you want Era to be happy? Leave her alone, if you loved her, you would.’ Ian had caught up with Hunter, and placed his hand on Hunter’s shoulder.
Hunter immediately grabbed Ian’s wrist and twisted it, bringing Ian inches away from his face.
‘And what makes you think I would just stand here and let you go after Era? Do you know how much of her precious tears she has wasted on you? Do you know how hurt she was? Do you know the state she was in, the moment she stepped off the plane 3 years ago? She was devastated Ian, because of you! And now, you have the nerve to say that you’re what’s best for her? Don’t make me laugh!’
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I had been walking for a few minutes before I realised that I could still hear Hunter’s voice in the distance. He sounded pissed, which meant he was still with Ian. I suddenly felt a strong desperation to get back to the pier. I knew without a doubt that this could only end up in a fight.
I turn around and run as fast as I can back towards the pier.
‘And what makes you think I would just stand here and let you go after Era? Do you know how much of her precious tears she has wasted on you? Do you know how hurt she was? Do you know the state she was in, the moment she stepped off the plane 3 years ago? She was devastated Ian, because of you! And now, you have the nerve to say that you’re what’s best for her? Don’t make me laugh!’
Oh no! Hunter sounds like he’s done with talking. I recognized the tone from every other time he got into a fight with someone. By the time he ended his sentence I was standing a little way away from the pier, but I could see the two of them facing each other clearly, I could see the anger on Ian’s face and the cocky smile on Hunter’s...
And I knew this could only end badly...
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Oh god! Boys...
SATURDAY, 5 SEPTEMBER: ‘What you going to do? Hit me, Ian? I dare you to!’
‘Stop it, Hunter!’
I finally regained my voice. In the time that Hunter and Ian had been exchanging their asinine banter, I had completely lost all ability to speak. I couldn't believe how fast their meeting was escalating into what would surely become a fist fight.
‘No, Era. There’s no need to stop him. I can take him! Bring it on Hunter!’
‘Shut up, Ian. Don’t taunt Hunter, you have no idea who you are messing with!’
‘See, Ian. Era knows which one of us will be limping out of this little brawl. Era knows I’m stronger than you, Era knows that you will LOSE!’
‘Stop it Hunter, you idiot! If you lay a finger on Ian, I’ll tear you up. Do you understand me?’
‘Hah! Obviously Era doesn’t like you very much, now does she, Hunter? I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m the favourite here. She didn’t say she would do anything if I laid a finger on you!’
‘Well, that’s because she knows that that finger would be broken way before it came close to me! She doesn’t underestimate ME! Plus, you must be a real pussy, why else would Era be so worried about you? She needs a man, Ian, not a boy who can’t even look after himself!’
‘Stop it both of you! Have you guys ever considered my feelings? Both of you claim to be my best friends, but you can’t even bare to do the one thing I ask you to! Both of you are jerks, completely and utterly.’
I stormed off, too worried and angry to stand on that tension-filled pier. Hopefully the moment I leave, the both of them will back off and leave each other alone. I needed to clear my head, I needed fresh air in order to figure out what just happened.
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‘Wait for me Era!’ Hunter called out.
‘You?! Why would she wait for you?’ Ian retorted.
‘You’re lucky I’m going to go check up on Era, Ian, otherwise you would be in a sorry state the moment I were through with you.’ As he said that, Hunter began to head off in the direction Era had taken.
‘If you loved her Hunter, you would want what’s best for her. And I’m best for her. She loves me, she said so herself. Don’t you want Era to be happy? Leave her alone, if you loved her, you would.’ Ian had caught up with Hunter, and placed his hand on Hunter’s shoulder.
Hunter immediately grabbed Ian’s wrist and twisted it, bringing Ian inches away from his face.
‘And what makes you think I would just stand here and let you go after Era? Do you know how much of her precious tears she has wasted on you? Do you know how hurt she was? Do you know the state she was in, the moment she stepped off the plane 3 years ago? She was devastated Ian, because of you! And now, you have the nerve to say that you’re what’s best for her? Don’t make me laugh!’
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I had been walking for a few minutes before I realised that I could still hear Hunter’s voice in the distance. He sounded pissed, which meant he was still with Ian. I suddenly felt a strong desperation to get back to the pier. I knew without a doubt that this could only end up in a fight.
I turn around and run as fast as I can back towards the pier.
‘And what makes you think I would just stand here and let you go after Era? Do you know how much of her precious tears she has wasted on you? Do you know how hurt she was? Do you know the state she was in, the moment she stepped off the plane 3 years ago? She was devastated Ian, because of you! And now, you have the nerve to say that you’re what’s best for her? Don’t make me laugh!’
Oh no! Hunter sounds like he’s done with talking. I recognized the tone from every other time he got into a fight with someone. By the time he ended his sentence I was standing a little way away from the pier, but I could see the two of them facing each other clearly, I could see the anger on Ian’s face and the cocky smile on Hunter’s...
And I knew this could only end badly...
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PREVIOUSLY: 'Era...?'
I know that voice...
SATURDAY, 5 SEPTEMBER: Dammit, what is HE doing here?!I can't allow him to meet Hunter...
'Hunter, I have a bad feeling about this. Can we please leave, now?'
'Era, it's just some random human boy. We can take him...Or if you're scared, you can sit this one out, I'll handle the boy, then we can get back to our conversation.'
'I am not scared! I'm just saying, this is my hometown, I don't want any blood on my hands. So, let's just leave, please!'
'No worries then, no blood, I promise. I'll ask him nicely to move, and if he doesn't I will forcefully remove him from your presence, okay?'
'Hunter, I think I'm about to pass out. Help me get back to my father's house.'
I'm a bad actress, I know it, Hunter knows it. But I just couldn't help but to try to act like I was about to pass out, I sway a little, try to make myself look weak and pale, slur my words...Hunter just gives me a look, one that says he knows that I'm acting, and very badly at that. He even has the nerve to chuckle at me, I mean, I know I'm bad, but what happened to common courtesy?! Ugh...
'Era? Who's that with you?'
That voice again.
'Who's there? And how do you know Era?'
Hunter calls out, while giving me a questioning glance since I've really turned quite pale, I would imagine. That voice belonged to Ian, and it would be a matter of minutes before he reached us here, and then he'd be facing Hunter. Hunter who had spent the last three years needling me for information on Ian, Hunter who was and still is supremely pissed that a human had beaten him out, and a Hunter who seemed to need no excuse to pick a fight with a random stranger, what more with a person he truly disliked?
'The question is, who are you? I've lived here my whole life, and never have I heard your voice before, which means you're an outsider. An outsider has no right to demand answers to his questions.'
'You are awfully virtuous for an itty-bitty human, aren't you? It's no wonder why Era blew this joint, with people like you around, I'm surprised she managed to remain sane for the 18 years she was here.'
'What makes you think you know Era so well? I'm her best friend after all...'
As Ian said that last sentence he appeared on the edge of the pier opposite us. My heart lurched. Ian came to find ME. Ian was picking a fight with Hunter about ME. I had to actually tell myself to get a grip. I thought all these hormonal imbalances were reserved for teenagers?! This is so unfair!!
'Ah, so you're the amazing Ian, huh? I have to say, I'm not impressed.'
'So you know me then? In that case, you should know that no one knows Era better than I do, I've known her my whole life, we've been best friends for ages.'
'Era's best friend? I think you gave up that title the day you drove off without a backward glance, the day she told you she loved you, and you didn't reply. The day you didn't even have the decency to say "bye" to your so called, best friend'
Ian visibly paled, and I'm sure he was thinking about the ride in his car earlier today, or actually yesterday.
'How rude of me. I know all about you, but you know nothing about me. I'm Hunter, I'm Era's new best friend and so much more. Pleased to meet you, Ian'
Hunter gave one of his radiant smiles, which was at a huge contrast to Ian's glower. Ian clenches his fists, and takes a couple of steps closer to Hunter, and Hunter sensing the challenge, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and walks ever so cockily until he and Ian are nose-to-nose.
Oh god! Boys...
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I know that voice...
SATURDAY, 5 SEPTEMBER: Dammit, what is HE doing here?!I can't allow him to meet Hunter...
'Hunter, I have a bad feeling about this. Can we please leave, now?'
'Era, it's just some random human boy. We can take him...Or if you're scared, you can sit this one out, I'll handle the boy, then we can get back to our conversation.'
'I am not scared! I'm just saying, this is my hometown, I don't want any blood on my hands. So, let's just leave, please!'
'No worries then, no blood, I promise. I'll ask him nicely to move, and if he doesn't I will forcefully remove him from your presence, okay?'
'Hunter, I think I'm about to pass out. Help me get back to my father's house.'
I'm a bad actress, I know it, Hunter knows it. But I just couldn't help but to try to act like I was about to pass out, I sway a little, try to make myself look weak and pale, slur my words...Hunter just gives me a look, one that says he knows that I'm acting, and very badly at that. He even has the nerve to chuckle at me, I mean, I know I'm bad, but what happened to common courtesy?! Ugh...
'Era? Who's that with you?'
That voice again.
'Who's there? And how do you know Era?'
Hunter calls out, while giving me a questioning glance since I've really turned quite pale, I would imagine. That voice belonged to Ian, and it would be a matter of minutes before he reached us here, and then he'd be facing Hunter. Hunter who had spent the last three years needling me for information on Ian, Hunter who was and still is supremely pissed that a human had beaten him out, and a Hunter who seemed to need no excuse to pick a fight with a random stranger, what more with a person he truly disliked?
'The question is, who are you? I've lived here my whole life, and never have I heard your voice before, which means you're an outsider. An outsider has no right to demand answers to his questions.'
'You are awfully virtuous for an itty-bitty human, aren't you? It's no wonder why Era blew this joint, with people like you around, I'm surprised she managed to remain sane for the 18 years she was here.'
'What makes you think you know Era so well? I'm her best friend after all...'
As Ian said that last sentence he appeared on the edge of the pier opposite us. My heart lurched. Ian came to find ME. Ian was picking a fight with Hunter about ME. I had to actually tell myself to get a grip. I thought all these hormonal imbalances were reserved for teenagers?! This is so unfair!!
'Ah, so you're the amazing Ian, huh? I have to say, I'm not impressed.'
'So you know me then? In that case, you should know that no one knows Era better than I do, I've known her my whole life, we've been best friends for ages.'
'Era's best friend? I think you gave up that title the day you drove off without a backward glance, the day she told you she loved you, and you didn't reply. The day you didn't even have the decency to say "bye" to your so called, best friend'
Ian visibly paled, and I'm sure he was thinking about the ride in his car earlier today, or actually yesterday.
'How rude of me. I know all about you, but you know nothing about me. I'm Hunter, I'm Era's new best friend and so much more. Pleased to meet you, Ian'
Hunter gave one of his radiant smiles, which was at a huge contrast to Ian's glower. Ian clenches his fists, and takes a couple of steps closer to Hunter, and Hunter sensing the challenge, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, and walks ever so cockily until he and Ian are nose-to-nose.
Oh god! Boys...
TO BE CONTINUED
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Phase Two
Seeing everyone still panicking, I opened the front door of the ballroom, and to my relief I found Kenneth waiting.
I got to know him better after that, and we thought of the "business" together: He would go in, and plant himself in the crowd. One of us would create a scene, I would go and provide an alternate solution, and he would second that opinion. That was all that was needed for the crowd to agree. There was usually one bonehead who had a loud voice and could lead the mob to do something completely unnecessary, like search the basement, or the ceiling, or the underneath the tables.
That was our cue to swipe as many valuables and vehicles as possible. We did make a tidy sum. And we did enjoy ourselves tremendously.
Doing so, we did make a name for ourselves, and soon we were in more and more dangerous as we pulled off more jobs. Even getting some of our friends to work with us in our "venture" wasn't enough. So we had to wear disguises. So no one could tell it was us. I was an expert at that. I had my share of running away from the authorities, so I was an expert at creating a completely new identity for myself. So I taught Ken how to do the same, and he picked it up quickly. He was my fastest friend, my closest pal. I'd trust him with my life.
So why was he pointing a gun at me, right now?
Part 2 of 3
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Friday, September 4, 2009
One more time (7)
PREVIOUSLY: As you've probably guessed, the man was Hunter, and he DID quench his thirst that night.
FRIDAY, 4 SEPTEMBER: After that night, I went back to the hotel, pretended that I was extremely sick, made sure that Carolyn had to get her own room, and just stayed in the room, weeping all day long. Hunter stopped by very often, and as weird as it may sound, I felt comforted by his presence. We had a connection, that was undeniable. He would just sit patiently and allow me to weep, he wouldn't even try to stop me, he would let me get everything off my chest. It felt good.
Anyway, after that disastrous holiday, I tried to forget as much about Ian as possible, I had decided that I would give up his friendship, I would make him hate me or something. Weirdly enough, the harder I tried to forget about him, the more often he crept into my life. The more often I would run into him at school, the more often I would get the feeling that he might possibly like me too...
So that was basically what my life had become, I avoided Carolyn, who officially started seeing Ian. I tried to avoid Ian, but failed, miserably. I was basically on autopilot for the most part of my life, all until I turned 18 and left this stupid island. And now, here I am, back again, and my life is falling apart again...
'Era, are you thinking about the past again? Are you thinking about Ian? Are you thinking about how similar you are feeling to the previous you, the old you?'
Hunter's questions disturbed my reverie. I looked up and saw him watching me, he was watching the way the tears slipped from my eyes and entered my mouth, making a salty taste in my mouth. And the look in his eyes, it was pure tenderness. I loved Hunter, definitely, but not in the way I was supposed to. He's my comrade, my confidant and my partner-in-crime.
'Hunter, have I ever told you how annoying this connection between us is?'
'I recall you mentioning it...perhaps 20 times a week.'
He gives me one of his full, beautiful smiles, and I cant help but to smile back at him, I see a small pinprick of light amidst the darkness. At the very least, I still had Hunter. No matter what my father told me about my mother, no matter whether it was true or not, no matter that Ian had said he loved me, all of that didn't matter, I actually managed to smile, even through my depression, and that's all that mattered to me at that moment.
As I contemplate this baffling thought, Hunter and I both tense at the same time. I look at Hunter, and he at me. And I know he heard it too, he heard someone approaching us.
'A man'
'Young'
'Dangerous?'
'Not for us, Era'
Another brilliant smile, and he stands up in a movement so fluid that it took him less than a second to do it. In the next instant I was next to him, my body tensed, not knowing what to expect, and that adding to my tension.
'Era...?'
I know that voice...
TO BE CONTINUED
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FRIDAY, 4 SEPTEMBER: After that night, I went back to the hotel, pretended that I was extremely sick, made sure that Carolyn had to get her own room, and just stayed in the room, weeping all day long. Hunter stopped by very often, and as weird as it may sound, I felt comforted by his presence. We had a connection, that was undeniable. He would just sit patiently and allow me to weep, he wouldn't even try to stop me, he would let me get everything off my chest. It felt good.
Anyway, after that disastrous holiday, I tried to forget as much about Ian as possible, I had decided that I would give up his friendship, I would make him hate me or something. Weirdly enough, the harder I tried to forget about him, the more often he crept into my life. The more often I would run into him at school, the more often I would get the feeling that he might possibly like me too...
So that was basically what my life had become, I avoided Carolyn, who officially started seeing Ian. I tried to avoid Ian, but failed, miserably. I was basically on autopilot for the most part of my life, all until I turned 18 and left this stupid island. And now, here I am, back again, and my life is falling apart again...
'Era, are you thinking about the past again? Are you thinking about Ian? Are you thinking about how similar you are feeling to the previous you, the old you?'
Hunter's questions disturbed my reverie. I looked up and saw him watching me, he was watching the way the tears slipped from my eyes and entered my mouth, making a salty taste in my mouth. And the look in his eyes, it was pure tenderness. I loved Hunter, definitely, but not in the way I was supposed to. He's my comrade, my confidant and my partner-in-crime.
'Hunter, have I ever told you how annoying this connection between us is?'
'I recall you mentioning it...perhaps 20 times a week.'
He gives me one of his full, beautiful smiles, and I cant help but to smile back at him, I see a small pinprick of light amidst the darkness. At the very least, I still had Hunter. No matter what my father told me about my mother, no matter whether it was true or not, no matter that Ian had said he loved me, all of that didn't matter, I actually managed to smile, even through my depression, and that's all that mattered to me at that moment.
As I contemplate this baffling thought, Hunter and I both tense at the same time. I look at Hunter, and he at me. And I know he heard it too, he heard someone approaching us.
'A man'
'Young'
'Dangerous?'
'Not for us, Era'
Another brilliant smile, and he stands up in a movement so fluid that it took him less than a second to do it. In the next instant I was next to him, my body tensed, not knowing what to expect, and that adding to my tension.
'Era...?'
I know that voice...
TO BE CONTINUED
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
NIGHT HUNTER(3)
Chapter 3
Alas the city of Gravia, the sun is ready to set. Soon I will have to execute my plans with the utmost precision especially since Dorian the DeathWatch elite will be in this city as well. First of all I will have to get a room to unpack my weapons, also I will have to look like an ordinary merchant as well. People rarely travel the city at night, so I will use that as an advantage for my hunt. The countess will surely be cautious as well because just by entering the city I could feel the holy stench of vampire slayers. The aura is simply overwhelming. It reminds me of my old self where fear was still a factor. Now I simply feel uneasy. Enough with that, I will have to be ready, the faster I finish this hunt the faster I can get away from the vampire slayers.
“Rokem, prepare the other servants for battle and get me a room. Any tavern will do fine as long as no one disturbs my preparation for tonight.”
“Right away, my lord. Also, my source tells that the countess was last spotted in a tavern called Drunken Boar.”
“Before midnight strikes, send our fastest servants as bait to lure her into an open space. I would like to do this discretely but I would prefer to be able to see the horror on her face when I strike the final blow.”
“Very well, most vicious of lords.”
After renting the room, I made sure that no one would suspect that anything unholy was being done inside the room. Of course I had to pay the bar tender quite the amount for this silence but it would be most worth the price. I will have to start quickly now before the moon shines full. I draw a pentagram with my blood, invoke the incantations and recite the words that I have memorized just for today. This ritual must be done precisely or else everything will go wrong. Slowly the room darkens with shadows. With this ritual I will summon a denizen from the dark planes of the Shadow Realm. Shadows emerge from the pentagram and form into a single entity.
“WHO DARES TO SUMMON THE ALMIGHTY DRENON, MASTER OF SHADOWS AND DEATH! MORTAL, I WILL TEAR YOUR SOUL AND DEVOUR YOUR HEART BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES!”
“You need not bother yourself with the seals, I can assure you they will not break. You must also know that if you continue to threaten me, I will simply send you back with a thought and summon someone else that is more likely to cooperate.”
The fury on the demons eyes were baleful to look at, even painful at times. Clearly the demon does not like being treated like a slave by a mortal but I am no mortal. I would have to be careful with this one, the moment I let my guard down I believe full well that it will commit to its words. But of course every demon would not let go at a chance to be released into this realm.
“Very well mortal, state your business….”
“I AM NOT A MORTAL, I AM THE MASTER OF THE NIGHT! HUNTER OF ALL! IMMORTAL BEING OF THE UNDEATH! YOU WILL RESPECT ME DEMON BEFORE I BANISH YOU BACK INTO YOUR GOD FORSAKEN REALM!”
Looks like now I got its attention. That ruse of an outburst has taken most of my courage to act out. Hopefully the demon will not see through it. It seems to calm down and even hold a measure of respect in its eyes now.
“Work for me tonight, succeed in this mission and I will assure you will not go unrewarded.” Silence continues as the demon listens intently.
“I will take that as an agreement. Tonight, when the moon shines fully on this city, you will find another one of my kind. With her are two giant guards, when you are given the signal I want you to take out those two guards. However, I warn you not to take them lightly. They may not be immortals like me but they hold hidden powers.”
“Is that all, night hunter?”
“Yes, leave now. Remember though, the moment I think you threaten the success of this mission, I will be sure to banish you.”
The entity dissolves into dark smoke and the room regains its light. I breathe out a sigh of relief. This may not be the first time I deal with demons but it is the first time I had summon one as powerful as this. With this, hopefully those two servants of hers will be taken care of. Then I will have the countess to myself. For now I gather my strength for the hunt.
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