I will recover.

Vervain babe.

You know what's hard about recovering from a mental illness you've had all of your life? Actually recovering. Khol walked in right after I had finished painting the basement wall.
"What is that?" He asked.
"Abstract. It's a man and a woman falling down a well in eachother a arms." He shrugged. It was just a black and white painting nothing interesting to it. I was still in my giant T-shirt and no pants. I put my paints down and ran upstairs for a shower. I was in there for like thirty minutes just thinking. Then I remembered I'll never have to shave again. Maybe just once because my legs were kinda prickly as a human. So I went ahead and shaved. After I got out I got dressed in a falling in reverse shirt leather skinny jeans and converse. I did my hair and makeup really quickly. And on my way down the stairs I fell. The whole way down. And this is a really curvy and long stairwell. Such a pain in the neck. Actually I snapped my neck and passed out. I woke up on the couch. I had an awful crick in my neck. It kinda pissed me off. I had that habit.

"Hungry?" Khol asked. He had a way of feeding me. It was a nice romance. I sighed a happy sigh. He chuckled. "I'll take that as yes. Here come get it." He said the last part a bit harsh. "I have to go do some.. Uh. Well I can't tell you. But I will when I get back. Anyways I love you. Don't be stupid. Bye babe!" Man he's stupid. I went down to the basement and decided to do a sculpture. Overnight Khol had decided to make me an art room. Clay and all sorts of stuff. I started sculpting with the clay. I decided I would make a sculpture of the Eiffel Tower. No promises that'll look good. Right when I was about to start I heard a knock at the front door so I got up and went upstairs to answer it. It was a boy maybe 13 years old. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a suit and tie.
"Hi. I uh. Um hi." He looked nervous. I chuckled.
"Hi. I'm Autumn. What can I help you with?" I smiled at him. From here I could tell that whoever his parents were they were using him as a blood bag.
"Who did that to you?" I pointed at his neck and he almost ran except I was much faster. I grabbed him and pulled him inside. I locked the door.
"Why are you here and who did that to you?" He started crying and only then did I realize I had my fangs out and I was being very menacing.
"Sorry. Habit. Now please tell me why your here and who did that to you." I was using a bit of compulsion and he calmed down. Except the compulsion wasn't working so he must have vervain in his veins. Vervain is complicated but witches used to use it so vampires couldn't use them for their powers.
"Okay. Well they want me to kill you with this." He held out a stake. "They said your dangerous." I looked at him and smiled weakly. I grabbed the stake and thruster it into my chest. Right in my heart. He stared at me in disbelief.

"It doesn't work on me sugar. Come on let's show them. And if they ask, you did this to me okay? Okay. Let's go outside." So we went outside I had a stake in my chest. Khol had just made it home and when he saw the stake in my chest he flipped. I walked to the van and looked at the so called parents.
"So it's true. You can't be killed. Ever." They stared in shock and a mixture of fear. "Wanna work with us?"
"I work with no one. Especially low life's who use humans as blood bags. Now take the kid home before I kill you." They sped off. I took the stake out of my chest and used fire from my hands to burn it. That was convenient. I turned around and looked at Khol who just stared at me.
"Hey sweetie. Where'd you go?" His partner was in the car with him and some other guys I assumed he worked with. I walked inside with pure anger in my eyes. I had just ruined my favorite shirt. I walked inside and threw it off. Khol and his buddies had just walked in. I went into the laundry room and grabbed a shirt out of the drier. I came back out and sat on the couch and pretended to listen. When really I had headphones in. They probably knew this.
"...We need to kill her..." Was all I heard. I took my headphones out and looked at Khol.
"Yeah Khol. We need to kill her." He punched the guy in the face. Right before injecting vervain in my system. Too bad it had no affect on me. Silly boys. I used the fire from my hands to burn the crate of vervain they had brought in.
I walked over to my stereo and started playing nirvana. As loud as it could go. I took my socks and shoes off and began walking around the house. Then I realized something. Khol was on the team that was conspiring against me. I walked up to him after the guys had left. And that's when I understood the sadness in his eyes and the anger in his voice. He was being forced to kill me.
"You have a choice in this you know. We can go somewhere else. remove the tracker from you. Or I could go. Alone. Your choice. I'll go pack my things.." I said. He grabbed me by the arm.
"Your not going anywhere. Sorry love." I looked at him and smirked.
"Oh yes I am. And your not coming with." My enemy was the man I thought I loved. And only then did I realize. I never truly loved him.

After I was done putting everything in my car. I started it and decided to go home. Where I belonged.