Broken Dreams: The Present Day - Project Abandoned (lack of interest)
jjsmith:
umm.... whoops? :oogle:
Sam the T-man:
Indeed ;) Nice to know there's an interest :)
*****
Having got home, I was faced with the task of trying to make my entrance with as little noise as possible. After delicately unlocking the door and opening it, I crept inside and struggled to gently close the door, before locking it and creeping across the hallway to my room.
“Evan?”
S***. I hope it’s not…
“Evan, is that you!?”
I looked up to see the figure in the distance. It was her alright.
Damn, rumbled.
“Damn right,” came the observation, “Come here.”
There was little else I could do but comply. I dragged my heels as I approached, my head lowered to avoid her accusing gaze.
“Look at me Evan.”
I reluctantly obliged, but as I did so her face fell. I suddenly felt a vice-like grip on my chin as she lifted my head upwards, staring into my eyes for some reason I right now didn’t care for.
“Mum!” I complained, pulling her hand away, “What’re you doing?”
She then went into this bizarre spiel about my throwing my life away. I couldn’t help but ask what the hell she was on about.
‘Doesn’t he know?’
Is it me, or did she just say that without moving her lips?
“Know what?” I asked innocently.
‘Oh good God. He doesn’t know!’
Know what??
Without answering, she seemed to become calm as she hooked an arm round my shoulder. I watched her incredibly confused as she led me into her room, and twisted my head to face the mirror on the wall.
“Take a look,” she said simply as she did so.
She wants me to look in the mirror?! Oh very well…
I suddenly stopped in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat or three as my eyes told my brain there was no reflection in the mirror. At all. Mum I could understand, but surely…
Hold on, I take it I am here in front of the mirror? I’m not a ghost am I?
My hands rose to my face, lightly slapping my cheeks and feeling for my hair.
No, I’m not a ghost. So what…?
Hold on. That weird feeling in my mouth…
My index fingers began to poke around in my mouth, running along the edges of my incisors in opposite directions to my canines.
I’m sure when I did my teeth this morning they weren’t that long…
My mouth fell open as I continued to stare at the mirror, the penny finally dropped.
Oh my God!!
I couldn’t believe it. She bit me? But how… when??
“You tell me,” Mum simply said. I looked up at her, wishing I could answer. “Come on young man,” she said, leading me away, “We need to talk.”
I wearily nodded as I followed her into the front room.
As I slumped into the sofa, my head was spinning as I tried desperately to find answers. Mum then made a little statement, interrupting my train of thought for now.
“You know, I can only speak from experience,” she said, “but usually if a vampire bites you, you know all about it. The flesh along your throat is thinner and more sensitive, both to pain and pleasure.”
Pleasure…?
My elbows propped up by my knees, I leaned forward to support my head in my hands. This was ringing alarm bells big time, and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made.
I’ll bet it was then… she didn’t mean it, I know it. She wouldn’t do something like that on purpose.
“Who’s she?”
Oh s***… I’m dead.
“Evan,” she nudged.
I looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Look, I don’t want anyone in trouble,” I told her, “She never took advantage, she’d never buy me alcohol…”
“Who’s she?”
I sighed in resignation as I mumbled her name.
“Who's Emily?”
“She's from the dark ages... she said her Mum knows you.”
“Oh, you mean Nadia?”
Oh okay, so that's her name.
“Yeah, that's her name,” she replied, “We met at this nightclub.”
I shook my head briskly in annoyance; this was starting to get on my nerves.
“Will you stop doing that?” I bit.
“Sorry,” she apologised, before continuing. “It’s a little hard to miss though, it’s like you’re speaking out loud. You’ll find that out yourself very quickly.”
My mood softened as I then realised, when I’d thought she’d spoken without moving her lips – she hadn’t spoken, she was thinking. I’d done the same as she had without even knowing it. Bit by bit she coaxed the whole sordid tale out of me, although I tried my damnedest to spare her the worst of it. But I blundered.
“We were just friends, honest,” I told her, hoping to alleviate her concerns. But in fact I’d made them worse.
“Past tense?” she challenged.
Oh hell. Is it morning yet!? I may as well step outside now and get it over with.
“Don’t be silly.”
“I’m not!” I relented when she eyed me still in a calm manner. “Oh alright…” I carefully explained how I’d been feeling about her lately, but her next question told me I wasn’t careful enough.
“Did you sleep with her?”
Game’s up Evan.
I meekly nodded, before starting to ponder aloud to myself, although also for Mum’s benefit. In my mounting anxiety I chewed at my lip, but felt something – one of my new fangs, no doubt – pierce the skin. I felt a trickle of blood, and used my tongue to wipe it away, although the taste wasn’t how I remembered it from my days of cutting myself while cooking. It had an odd tang that wasn’t at all unpleasant.
“Welcome to vampirism,” came the dry reply, “Unless of course you want a cure…”
Thoughts of my recent performance at school came flooding back into my mind, as well as the related emotions running high at the time. The mention of a cure was enough to strike terror into my heart for that very reason. At least now I could bide my time, get my head back together… maybe all this happened for a reason.
I couldn’t believe that with all I’d told her, she hadn’t exploded once – that woman has the patience of a saint after that. But after explaining why I didn’t want a cure, and after we hugged for a while, Mum had one more thing to say.
“Just bear something in mind, now you’re not a boy any more,” she said.
I raised an eyebrow as I looked up at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Vampires are still fertile,” she reminded, “And you’re gonna be fifteen for a very long time.”
Ah yes, one of the drawbacks of being a vampire. Well, not if you’re fully grown, but it explained to me why she’d never wanted us to succumb too quickly to this lifestyle. But I had to learn the hard way; I was going to be in a fifteen year old’s body for the rest of eternity, or however long it would take me to finally lose patience and buy a cure for myself. Still, fifteen isn’t too bad. If I was only a child it would be a different story.
*****
This ties in with my Miss Midnight posts at this point.
Bloody_Tears:
My god WOW!! Love it love it love it! update soon please.
Sam the T-man:
Update coming soon, I've just been taking a break from it for a bit - the picture-taking was starting to drive me nuts :lol:
Thanks for your comment though - in fact that made my day, seeing that :D
Sam the T-man:
“What’s going on?”
As Mum turned around, my eyes closed in resignation. Checking my watch confirmed it was indeed morning, and Amy was up and getting ready for school. Something that to me was now a thing of the past.
“I’ll go order my new bed shall I?” I offered; it was bad enough getting confronted by Mum, I didn’t need it with Amy too.
Mum shot me a knowing look, before slowly nodding. I moved quickly upstairs, feeling a little weak; nothing bad, but last night after the initial blackout passed, I felt on top of the world and full of energy. Now that energy was ebbing away, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I had to concentrate my efforts on sitting in front of the computer – there was no other way I could do this – and scan the pages of the shopping site for a coffin.
Ooh, I even get to pick the lining colour? Hmm…that’ll do.
I barely waited for the order confirmation page to load before I rose from my seat. I didn’t want to fall asleep in a bed and end up staying there until nightfall, so while I waited for the bed to arrive I went back downstairs, waiting until Amy had left before entering the front room.
“Done it,” I remarked.
Mum turned round. “Oh good,” she replied, standing up, “I’m off to bed.”
“Yeah,” I smiled, “I’ll just doze on the sofa while I wait.”
Nodding, she left. “See you tonight,” she said on her way.
“Yeah, see you,” I replied as I sat down, quickly curling up on the sofa and allowing myself to drift into a quality of sleep I’d never before experienced.
It wasn’t the delivery men that woke me from my almost comatose state, but the school bus. Although when I woke there was no drowsiness; no needing to head into the kitchen for a coffee, or slumping wearily over the kitchen table as the body slowly got used to the idea of being awake. It didn’t even feel like I was asleep in fact – I was instantly alert, and the sight of the school bus outside was enough cause for me to groan. Amy was home, and to make matters worse she’d brought a friend. I recognised the long, flowing red hair a mile away too. Rowan Staropoli, one of quads and Amy’s latest flame, not that she had any before mind you. Still, it all made me wish I had time to make my getaway, but they were already inside… and heading for the front room.
“Hello stranger!”
I looked up with a sheepish grin and gave a little wave. “Hi,” I greeted casually, smiling to myself as the look on his face changed to one of mild bewilderment.
“Wow, look at you!” he remarked as he moved over to the sofa.
I really hope she hasn’t told him.
I self-consciously averted my gaze as he sat next to me and began to curiously pick at my clothes. He picked up my wrist and studied my nails.
“Black nail paint too?”
“Yep,” I replied, pulling my hand away, “That other look just wasn’t me.”
“Why do you say that?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I admitted, “I only started thinking about it after talking with a friend.”
I noticed the knowing nature of her smile as she sat on the other sofa, and felt reassured that she hadn’t told him.
Phew. Thanks Amy.
Still, it wasn’t helping with Rowan being so close. If I looked straight at him, he was bound to notice the colour of my eyes.
“What friend is this? Not someone at school?”
Put your fishing rod away Rowan.
“No,” I carefully answered, “Just someone I met.”
“Male or female?”
By glancing sideways at him, I noticed a glint in his eye as he asked.
Don’t do this, please, don’t do this…
I merely shrugged, trying to dismiss the question as irrelevant. “Does it matter?” I challenged.
He paused for a spell. I felt Amy staring at me too; it seemed Mum hadn’t told her everything.
“She’s female isn’t she.”
“Maybe,” I shrugged.
He then burst out laughing and playfully nudged my leg. “Whad’ya mean “maybe”?! She is isn’t she!”
Oh come on cheeks, don’t do this to me(!)
I awkwardly nursed my face, trying unsuccessfully to hide my blushes.
“Come on, who is she?” Amy pushed, “Or he?”
I smiled at the reference; when your Mum’s bisexual and your brother’s gay, you learn very quickly to keep an open mind. At least that’s how I saw it.
“Alright, it’s a girl,” I relented.
“Is she hot?” Rowan asked.
Okay, we’re in laddish speak now are we?
I nodded briskly, a widening grin appearing on my face. Predictably both of them were now making teasing noises.
“So come on!” Rowan encouraged, “Did you get very far?”
Oh, here we go.
I half-shrugged, refusing to answer.
“Is that a yes?”
“Maybe.”
There was a significant pause. I just wanted this to be over; I was quickly learning that I’m not the kind of guy who basks in the glory of his sexual activities.
“You did didn’t you!”
“Please,” I eventually complained, “Will you stop it?!” In doing so I nearly forgot myself and looked straight at him, but I remembered just in time.
“Hey it’s cool, we’re just curious,” he replied, before the gleam returned to his eye. “You’re talking to a couple of virgins here, after all,” he finished with a wink.
I couldn’t take it any more. In a flash of frustration I sprung from my seat, striding away from them. “That’s enough!” I bit. The magic of the night before had long faded, and faced with the reality of what I’d done, I had crashed back to earth with a force that shook the ground nearby.
I felt his presence behind me, and his hand on my shoulder.
“Something’s wrong isn’t there,” he stated, “Why won’t you even look at me?”
I wondered when he’d notice.
“I can’t,” I stuttered, tears trickling down my cheeks.
“We’re meant to be friends,” he protested, “What’s happened to you?”
My eyes stung, and I was feeling all manner of mixed up emotions concerning the night before. I snapped, and spun around to look him squarely in the eyes.
“Too much has happened,” I began, “And I’m a male Turilli. Put the two together and you get one f***ed up kid.”
There was a knock at the door, and Amy excused herself to answer it. Rowan glanced in her direction before looking back at me. For a second time I felt pressure on my chin as he lifted up my head.
“You’ve gotta be kidding…!” he remarked, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Ignoring him, a look of relief and longing appeared on my face as I watched the coffin being carried upstairs. Rowan watched its progress fascinated before looking back at me.
“You’re a vampire?” he checked, beginning to cackle with glee, “Wow! That’s so cool!”
“It has its disadvantages,” I told him, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to try out my new bed. G’night, or rather, afternoon.”
I’d never known such a comfortable bed. Okay, I only noticed it when I awoke, but still. I was quickly getting used to this new gift of telekinesis as I used it to open the coffin lid with barely a second thought, feeling more refreshed now than I ever did before. Once again I felt ready to tackle anything in my path, and with a happy smile I strode downstairs, greeting Mum on the way down.
“Evening,” she smiled, “Sleep well?”
“Oh yes,” I grinned in reply.
Amy had served them both dinner, and we sat at the table with them. I sat next to Rowan, and gently nudged his arm – I had some explaining to do.
“Hey there,” he smiled.
“Hi,” I replied gently, “Look, sorry about earlier…”
“Oh, that’s okay,” he dismissed, his air turning grim, “Amy’s been filling me in. I didn’t know it’d all hit you that hard.”
My mood sank momentarily. It didn’t help that the smell from their chops was wafting in my direction; before I would have been drooling, but now I wanted to gag. It smelt awful, and coupled with a growing gnawing sensation in my stomach, I was beginning to feel ill. Mum’s mobile rang and on answering it, excused herself from the room.
“Marco,” I mused.
With Mum gone, Rowan’s playful air returned as he nudged my arm. “So what’s it like?”
I eyed him with mild suspicion. “Are we talking about that again?!” I checked.
“Hey, you know more than us,” he replied, the sparkle reappearing in his eye. “I mean, the way you were evading the issue earlier; that gave the game away big-time!”
“Yeah yeah,” I grinned, before it faded a little as I eyed him, “It’s worth waiting for, that’s all I’m saying.”
“So how come you didn’t?” he teased.
“I got lost in the moment,” I replied vaguely, “And got left a souvenir of the evening, too.”
“Souvenir…?”
I pulled up my upper lip with a finger in reply, indicating one of my fangs.
“Wha… is that when that happened?”
I just nodded in reply, stifling a groan as I nursed my aching belly.
“You got bitten during…?”
“Hello again,” Mum’s voice drifted from the doorway. “Sorry about that, just arranging dinner.”
I stared at Mum with a pained expression. “Please, don’t mention dinner…!” I groaned, “I’m starving!”
“I knew you would be,” came the reply, “That’s why I told him to expect one extra. Come on.”
I frowned. “Won’t I be treading on your toes a little?” I checked.
“Hardly,” she smiled dryly, “You’ve got lessons to learn, and this one can’t wait.”
Shrugging, I rose from my chair. “S’cuse me guys,” I told them as I walked off.
“Bon appetit,” Amy called out as I left.
I approached Mum with hunger burning in my eyes. It wasn’t until I was on the bike with her that I remembered what dinner entailed, and grew a little uncomfortable. I’d never thought about her eating habits of late, and I cared not to know. Now I’d be experiencing it first hand.
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