Things Over Time

Thoughts of Time

I think after everyone realises the after thoughts of life is when everyone finds truth. Not peace but answers.
For the angel that called to me forever ago,
Wouldn't wish to see me this way,
For I was falling into oblivion,
Never to feel again,
But then again the angel still calls me,
It feels my pain.
And the angel still loves me. But I don't love the angel.
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I am dead inside. I think everyone is numb now. Dead. I lay five feet under the ground. Not six, five. They five feet represent all the things we stand for. Love, peace, passion, justice, and forgiveness. But us vampires. The whispers of the night. We live forever and we hunt over the deadly. We kill so we have the five elements. We are an arch angel.
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I didn't ask to be this way. I never wanted to be a fictional creature that myths carry. I only wanted to be a girl. A normal girl who fell in love got married had some kids and died. Nothing but a simple story. But instead I was turned. Being turned is supposed to represent being all five elements. No normal person knows of the elements. I didn't know of them until I was turned.
Being turned isn't an awful feeling. It's not like the "twilight" vampires. It doesn't hurt except for a little part of your throat. It burns a little. After being turned I formed into a marvellous creature. My eyes are still blue but are amplified into a grey blue colour. My hair is still the same dyed pink and purple but is softer. My skin still pale but like soft cotton. I am still me but beautiful.
It was lust when I saw her. How beautiful a person could be. I wanted it so badly. And I got it. I will never fall in love.
My parents don't remember me as their child. It's a sad thought, wiping their brain of me. Wiping everyone's memory that I was somehow instilled with them. It's a horrible act. But that is a consequence of being a vampire. I loved the "Twilight" vampire stories. I wished to be one. Or that they existed. They do, just in a different form.
My name is unspoken.
I have a new name I go by Jade. And the rest of us are many. I only am aquatinted with a few.
Molly, I small girl with a child like nature and figure. Adored by the rest, we use her a lot.
Davion, a muscular man with a handsome smile. Flirts a lot to get the ladies to spill what they know.
Amir, a boy from Kabul very sweet and is able to out think the criminals.
Daisey, a blonde model who works for us as an agent. Is a spy and able to feed wolves information.
I am Jade. I am new. I am pretty like the rest of them. I know nothing of what we do. I kill. I am the smartest in tracking. I do a lot of the in the field work.
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Sometimes I used to day dream about being a vampire. A miserable one, because time would cut me so deeply. And I was right, time has driven me mad.
"Jade, we need you to track Monsier Ta'ive." I look at who was speaking to me. I have grown depressed lately and haven't been asked to do work for quite some time. I don't recall the face. And then something burns deep in my throat. Human.
My mind reads his almost immediately. I see his whole story and who he is.
Name: Lucas
Age: nineteen
Occupation: 5Eassistant (five element assistant)
Height: 6'1
Weight: 126 lbs
Origins: Paris, France
"Hello Lucas, not a French name."
He looks baffled and turns bright red, I know the answer to this already. I know everything before he knows it.
"I was-
"I know you're adopted." I sighed trying to fight down the burning urge to taste his blood.
My eyes were obviously changing again. The beautiful blue grey must be turning into an auburn.
"Please step back. As you can see my eyes are changing to my blood lust." I say.
I stare at him and he stares at me.
"You're not going to drink mine though, I'm a half blood."
What the hell is a half blood? Like a Renesmee thing going on?
"I have a slight bit of the venom coursing through me." He says proudly. As if that is a thing to be proud of.
He has brown hair. Really brown hair. Green eyes. Like little emeralds. Exotic green I must say and is very unusual. I search his brain they're contacts. I find this distasteful. Eyes are the most beautiful part of the body and having someone cover their eyes up is sad.
"It doesn't suit you." I say blankly,
"What?" He says obviously baffled.
I chuckle and point at my eyes and then at the green shirt he has on. He blushes profoundly and takes the contacts out. His eyes are a dark grey. Almost black. It contrasts so much with the pigment of his skin I'm taken away. I gasp and then regain my composure.
"Sorry I was expecting blue or brown." I smile sheepishly, "grey is a lovely colour. Mine we blue grey before you stepped in." I could feel his eyes stare at the side of my face as I proceeded to do my work. I searched his mind about Monsier Ta'ive. He didn't exist to him other than a photo and one crime. But apparently he was a serial killer. I doubted it, he was a terrorist I could tell.
"About Monsier Ta'ive, he's a French terrorist, I can't help with that." A scene of disaster fills my head.
It was dark out, no the orange smoke was making it dark. It was still day. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything but gasp and choke on the infernal smoke in my lungs. It burned like hell and I was crying. The more the tears streamed my face the more my eyes burned. I remember falling to the ground and hearing crashing buildings. Then I remember a face. His eyes a smouldering brown. It wasn't a muddy brown but a bright brown. Like gold. He smiled and gently bit my arm. I remember relaxing and melting into the background then I heard him whisper
" it's going to be okay Dassa..." Then something erupted and he vanished.
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"Jade! Jade please wake up!" Lucas yelled at me.
My eyes fluttered open and I could feel the prickling urge to drink his blood. My eyes must have scared him because in that instance he shifted away from me. He looked frightened and I could feel my eyes burning red. I looked ashamed and got up.
"Sorry." I mumbled before stumbling away.
He looked like he wanted to say something but I couldn't handle it. I hated wanting to drink blood. Considering it tastes like rust and sweat. I ran down the halls of the underground base. I ran fast my feet rose off the ground and I was floating. I hated when this happened? I couldn't go on a good run without it happening.
"Jade! Please stop I can't go as fast." A weak voice panted behind me. Lucas was red in the face and sweat drenched his shirt.
"Look I can't help with Monsier Ta'ive! I don't deal with that, I'm sorry that I want to drink your blood I'm sorry but that's who I am now!" I shouted and threw my hands in the air. I could feel my eyes turning grey and not being pretty.
"You like fazed out, I thought you were dying because vampires can't do that your senses are too sharp." He panted.
I glared at him. I wasn't an everyday vampire, I was bitten by a pure bread. Not some hybrid vampire that wants me to turn into a Ashen. I am a purebred now.
Then his face popped up. The brown eyes like fire. The Ivory grey skin that was his. A smile with perfect teeth. Dark lips. He brought me this pain. But he also saved me from deaths cold embrace that I had longed for that day.