The Day I Changed The World

Chapter 9: Past and Present

As I stared at him while sitting in the same diner Ronny broke my heart in, I couldn't help but think about my past that he influenced so much.

His name is Timothy Nat, but everyone calls him Nat. That is unless your looking for a fight. I know that from experience.

I can never forget the night he made me realize the life I was leading was nothing but a dream and what really is this cruel world... Is nothing but a nightmare.

Flashback 2 years ago

I was on my way home from Ronny's house after an amazing make out session. I walked the same way I have for the past two weeks to get back to my home.

I just stepped to into the ally I had walked so many times before, when I was pushed against the building.

I nearly pissed myself.

Before the scream could even leave my mouth, a hand was placed over it.

I'm going to die. This is it. My life is over, were the only thoughts I had as the tears started streaming down my face.

"Shh... This won't hurt to bad," hissed a voice I knew all to well.

It was Nat, my elementary school bully. Looking up, I saw his vibrant brown eyes now a flashing blue. He bared what looked like fangs at me, but... How?

I started thrashing around in his hold, but he was built like steel.

"Stop fighting," he snarled.

Whimpering, I pushed my hands against his chest trying to get him as far away from me as possible.

He grabbed ahold of my hair, tilting my head to the said. Just as his teeth grazed my neck I kneed him in balls. He fell straight to the floor crying like a pussy.

Ha,take that, you dick, I thought smug.

Not wasting time to gloat on this small victory, I booked it down the ally.

As soon as the street light at the end started to come into view, I swear I almost squealed. When I finally thought I was free from this nightmare, a hand covered my mouth while another turned me around so I was flush against my captors chest.

"That was a bitch move there, Sim," Nat smirked. I tried pulling away from him, but let's face it he was built like a house. Pulling my hair roughly, I cried out.

He sniffed my neck moaning,"You smell so good."

When I felt his fangs poke my neck, I freaked putting my hands on his chest and pushing as hard as I possibly could.

Suddenly, a white light escaped my hands and onto his chest.

Next thing I know, there was a crunch as the bricks from the building sunk in from his weight as he knocked unconscious.

Let's just say I didn't wait around for him to wake up.

End of flashback

I hadn't seen him since that night two years ago. But, now I'm sat in a diner with Death, two gay guys, and my fang- y friend Timothy.

"I haven't seen you in awhile, Sim," Nat said, smirking at my nickname he had oh-so graciously decided to call me after I cried when my Sim died In the fourth grade.

Scowling, I replied,"Yeah it has been awhile, hasn't it Tim-Tim?"

Oh yeah, two can play at this game,bitch, I thought smirking.

All I got was a scowl in reply.

"Wait, how do you guys know each other, again?" Grim asked.

"Let's just say we had a little run in some time ago," I said giving Nat a pointed look.

I would call it a little more than a run in. More like a 'get the fuck away from me' kind of thing, the voice said.

Oh great now it's back.

"It wasn't that bad," Nat rolled his eyes.

"Bitch, it was that bad," I snapped.

"Please," he snorted. "It could have been worse. Plus, you got away."

"You could have fucking killed me," I hissed.

A growl passed through the lips of Grim as he pulled me under his arm protectively.

"You better not have hurt her," Grim snapped.

I think my eyes popped out of my skull at what Nat did next.

He bowed his head in a sign of submission before replying,"I didn't know then, your Highness. My apologies."

"Okay," I said standing up. "I've had enough of this shit. What the fuck is going on? What are you Nat, you fang-y dickhead? And how the hell do you know Grim is Death?" I snapped.

"How come she gets to call you Grim?" Alex whined.

"Because she can," he shrugged.

Pulling me on his lap, Grim nuzzled my neck inhaling softly. I'm sure my eyes were the size of golf balls.

Holy hell, I thought.

Nat cleared his throat and I realized we still had to discuss whatever the fuck Nat is.

"I'll explain," Jake said. "Basically... We're vampires."

They all looked at me like I was going to run away any second. Normal people would. But, I think we have established that I'm no where near normal.

"That is so cool," I squealed. Leaning over the table I put my head on my fist.

"Not the reaction I was expecting," Jake mumbled.

"Well there is more," Grim cleared his throat. "I'm basically the king of the underworld. I rule reapers, vampires, and the occasional messenger. The only things I don't rule over are demons. That's the Devils expertise," he explained.

"I have a kingdom, I guess you could call it, that makes up most of all the underworld," Grim continued. "People think Death is a bad thing, but I keep good and evil balanced. Sure I kill things, but it is only to help. Plus, if I screw up one more time the Elders will take away all my abilities, leaving me with just a scathe."

"So you rule over Alex, Jake, and Nat?" I questioned.

"Yup," he said popping the 'p'.

"I never thought I would see the day you ever were over ruled there Tim-Tim," I grinned. "This is awesome!"

"Yep, definitely the one," Alex mumbled.

After all the heavy stuff got out of the way we left the diner.

Before getting into Grim's car I turned toward Jake.

"Jake?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded at me.

Men. I swear.

"So," I started. "Do you guys, like, sparkle?"