One Life: Episode 7 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (last page)
babyblue1387:
I'll try to get an update in today. I've been busy with school, and I really haven't played my game at all. I did get Bon Voyage, so that was a distraction for a bit *insert shifty eyes here*. On the up side, I've been writing out the story while I'm at school, and boy, are there going to be some twists!
EDIT: and by today, I mean tomorrow.
Sam the T-man:
LOL Well.. you know, always pays to familiarise yourself with the new EP so you can use it as an extra storytelling device... *cough*
Yep, that's my excuse for getting it and I'm sticking to it :lol: Haven't got it yet though, sadly :(
babyblue1387:
:lol: I think I'll use that from now on, Sadie! Great thinking!
babyblue1387:
I knew there were things I’d have to do to prepare myself mentally for the move. Everything would have to be packed and shipped, but I found myself wondering if I even wanted to keep these remnants of my old life. Aiden meant the world to me, but now he’s gone. My world was gone, and I’d spent the past eight years mourning my husband. How much longer could I spend? He would have wanted h is work to be continued, and I tried to do that for a while. His notes were extensive, and extremely detailed. Anyone would be able to see his thought process and the steps he used to get from point A to point B. My heart wasn’t in it. So I sold everything to someone I knew would be able to continue his work. The sale got me millions, but I wasn’t interested in the money. I gave it to my children.
I still procrastinated. I wanted to get away, but still wanted to be near everything that I’d known. Finally, my mother called me. She told me that in order to move forward with my life, I had to stop living in the past. I continued to trap myself between two worlds. She said it wasn’t healthy for me. I’m convinced that she got Mira to call me as well. She knew I wouldn’t ignore Mira’s pleadings, and she was right. I had everything packed up and shipped to Inamorta’s castle. I couldn’t help being curious, though. Many times, people questioned whether or not I’d been given the correct address. After checking with my mother, I could confirm that I had, indeed, been given the correct address.
Everything went smoothly until it was time for the attic to be shipped out. I’d just stepped back inside the house when I noticed the movers handling a large package. I instantly recognized it as the picture Asilda painted of me. They had lifted the sheet covering the painting and were commenting about it.
“I’ve never seen anything look so real.”
“Yeah. And look at those eyes. It’s almost…surreal. Geez, it’s creeping me out!”
“She’s pretty. Is this the lady that owns the house?”
“I think so. I heard she made some kind of sale that got her millions of dollars. Then she bought that abandoned castle in England.”
“Dude, she’s looking at me.”
“It’s a painting. Paintings can’t look at people.”
“But it moved! I swear it did.”
“It CAN’T move.”
I couldn’t help feeling captivated by their conversation. From where I stood, I could clearly see the picture for the first time, and I did have the impression that she was looking at me. It was a face I’d come to miss, yet it hadn’t changed in so many years. It was a weird feeling. Her eyes were bright and vibrant, and they recalled within me the exact moment my daughter had painted it. She stared at me, accusing me of never fully taking ownership of this new life that I have. I didn’t like her all-knowing eyes; couldn’t take her stare anymore.
“Please cover that up.”
The movers jumped, and gladly obliged. She would come with me. She would always be with me, no matter what I did. They finished loading my stuff, and I prepared to board my flight.
babyblue1387:
My flight was long, but uneventful. I arrived at the airport at night, but was disappointed when I didn’t see that familiar head of red hair. I didn’t see my mother either, and for a moment, I wondered if I hadn’t arrived at the wrong airport. A young woman walked over to me. Her face was stone, and I couldn’t help the shudder that went through me.
“You are Dahlia?”
I nodded nervously.
“I am Basura. Inamorta and Bellatrix had a few errands to run so they asked me to pick you up.”
I was relieved, but at the same time, I felt a little alone. There was still no familiar face, still nothing I could hold on to. Basura smiled at me, and put a hand on my arm.
“You’ll get used to things quickly. Before we return, we, ourselves, must make some stops.”
As Basura talked, I could see her fangs. Looking out the window of the car, the sky was still dark, but the clock told me the sun would rise soon. I figured that Basura knew all of this, and we would return before the sun came up. We went to a local hospital, picked up several packets of blood, bought some clothes, roses, ordered furniture, and headed back.
Basura told me we were about 20 miles away from the castle. I knew we weren’t going to make it before the sun came up. Already, the sky was lightening. I could see the yellows and blues and purples in the sky, but she was in no hurry. I wanted to catch her eye; to see if she sensed the change in the day, but she wouldn’t look my way. Her eyes remained glued to the quickly passing scenery. I tried to follow her and loose myself in the countryside, but I couldn’t. I kept coming back to the sunrise.
“We are more alike than you know.”
Her accent was thick, and I almost missed her words. Basura wasn’t from England; wasn’t from Europe even. I was sure of that, even though she didn’t tell me anything about herlsef. I watched her as she looked out the window, and I couldn’t help feeling she was old. Not as old as Inamorta, but still very old. I could see a large castle coming into view in the distance, and Basura nodded to my unspoken question. This massive building was Inamorta’s castle.
When the taxi finally pulled up in front of the bridge, I couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed. Everything seemed so much larger, so much more comforting, so much more timeless.
“It is the little lady’s pride and joy. She calls her Chadeau du Noir Majestique. Castle of the majestic Night. Many things in this castle will have French names. She acquired it during the decades she studied French culture.”
Basura shoved open the massive doors just as the sun’s first rays made their debut. When she closed the doors behind us, I knew that I’d begun a new era of my life. Things would be different now. For better or worse, things would be different. Basura flipped a switch and the room was instantly flooded with light.
I felt like I’d been transported to a magical kingdom. Everything seemed so perfect, so…romantic, so timeless. Timeless. I began to understand just how time related to a vampire. I was in a place that would move at the same speed I was moving at. The castle had to be old. Ancient, in fact. Yet there were no signs of decay. There was no dust, no spiderwebs. There were no clocks, no newspapers. There was nothing to indicate the passage of time. I fell in love. Here I could live out my life and pretend that nothing had changed. Here, I could live in peace and calm and quiet, and create my own world to dwell in.
“A room has been set up for you. When your things arrive, you are free to arrange things as you wish.”
My room was massive. There was a sitting room, and beyond that, a bedchamber. I had my own private bath, and a library. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the concept that all this was mine. I was no longer in the present because, for vampires, there is no present. There is only time in its entirety. I walked into the bedroom and noticed a double bed and a coffin. On one wall, there was a set of curtains. I opened them, but there was no window.
“Inamorta saw fit to remove the windows. In here, in this castle, there is no day and no night. You will notice that there are no clocks. This is because we need no time. Time is ours to command. A chime will sound twice each day. It signals sunrise and sunset. Inamorta and your mother can have a choice here. They don’t have to go to their coffins every night since the night never ends here.”
“And you?”
Basura smiled at me. She knew something, was keeping some secret from me.
“I will do as I have always done.”
A silence passed between us, and I excitedly took in my surroundings. I felt jittery, like I was on the verge of a great discovery. On top of the table in my sitting room, Basura left a bag of blood.
“There is a refrigerator in the corner of the bedroom. IT looks like an end table. Inamorta and I updated this entire castle to include electrical wiring.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. The castle could have close to 200 rooms, all rigged with electricity.
“When you have forever, you can do anything. Know that this place is unlike any other in the world. There are three things that you will NEVER see anywhere else.”
“What are they?”
”you must be tired. Try to get some rest.”
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