One Life: Episode 7 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (last page)
babyblue1387:
There'll be an update tomorrow. My computer pooped out on me when I was going to update today, so I ate dinner, then watched some tv, then came back and found out my firefox pooped out, too, so hopefully, nothing more serious has gone wrong. I've spent the better part of an hour and a half trying to regain my bookmarks. I've got most of my sims ones, but for everything else? Lost somewhere in the hell that is computer brain farts. So for the one of you that's still checking this thread, I'll probably update tomorrow.
babyblue1387:
“I stayed with them for a very long time. It was always in my mind that I would not be able to do the things that I needed, to move around in the mortal world, without someone who appeared as an adult. A child could not get a hotel room, could not pay for things. I wanted to get as far away from my father’s house as I possibly could. I wanted to network with the other vampires who came to do business with this small, yet violent group. So it was, one night, when another, younger family came that I approached them.”
Having finished her tea, Inamorta stopped and looked at her empty cup. I watched her tiny hands hold the tea kettle which seemed almost too big for her. Her brow was wrinkled as the tea swirled into her cup before she added sugar and crème. I watched as she held her hand over the steam for a moment, seeming to relish its warmth. She looked out the window longingly as the first clouds of morning came into view.
“I’ve talked much longer than I intended to. You must forgive me. I’ve lived alone for a very long time and I find it comforting now to talk to others.”
I nodded, letting her finish her story in her own time. After all, didn’t we have forever to hear it?
“They took me in, and were all too willing to help me in whatever I needed. Most of their willingness, I suppose, was due to the novelty of having a little doll to play with and gaze on. A child to spoil and grant her every wish. Much of it, I also believe, had to do with the large sum of money that I would get from my father. ‘Demon’ or not, I was still…alive, insofar as it could be called, and still inherited the money that my father had upon his death. He’d been “gone” for some years, and his accountants could not deny that it seemed he was either, truly dead, or not coming back. Either way, they respected him, for my father was a great man, and they passed his large sum of money onto me. I made it clear to the clan I was now staying with that my money was my own and I would do with it as I wished. They tried, for a few years, to tell me that I was a child and did not know what to do with such amounts of money. They claimed that I would spend it on toys and candies and darling little dresses, but I had no use for those things. I wasted no time in reminding them that I was the same as them, and would not age. Besides, I only needed one of them to stay with me once I decided it was time for me to move on.
“I cared not for the opinions of the others, and from time to time, let them treat me as a doll so that they would be satisfied. Their fascination with me wore off within 50 years of me staying with them, so my companion and I, a wonderful young lad named Mikael, set out to see the world. Their interest seemed to have been renewed in me, for they begged and pleaded for their little doll to stay with them longer. I knew though, that I had learned from them all that I was likely to learn. I yearned to get out and to be further away from the place and the people who’d caused me so much pain. Before I did, though, there was one last task I had to undertake.”
I did not ask what this task was, because I already knew. She needed her vengeance; just as we all do sometimes. And she was successful. This was, of course, my mother’s least favorite part of the story. The poor dear had always been a romantic, and did not want to think of Inamorta as a killer. Even though her face was turned away from us, I could tell she was trying her hardest not to listen. Inamorta, however, only laughed.
“The night is already giving way to the daytime! Oh, dear Bella, forget this image of me if it makes you smile again! Come, I will not speak of it, save to tell Dahlia that I was successful in my task. My coffin now, love! We must hurry before the sun begins to rise. I can already see the colors of the sunrise, and though my heart wishes dearly to see it again, if only for one moment, my brain knows that this must not be.”
Pandora Moon:
Hi. I've read this a few days ago but I've forgotten to comment until now.
Wow. These stories are very good! I can't wait until your next one. I wonder what have in mind for your next one?.
See ya.
babyblue1387:
Oh, thank you so much! It really makes me feel good to know that people are enjoying my stories as much as I am! For my next one? Honestly, I don't know. I've been throwing around a couple ideas, but nothing I'm entirely pleased with. Since I've started working on my second novel again, I've been a little low on creativity. I've even been at a loss as to what to do for the contest I've entered! Still, though, I do appreciate your kind comments!
Pandora Moon:
You're welcome babyblue. Good luck in writing your novel and with the contest you've entered.
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