Everlasting (Complete)

Everlasting Visions

I lick my lips nervously as I double check my appearance in the bathroom mirror. Hair neatly styled? Check. Make up perfectly applied? Check. (Or as perfect as I can get it with a shaky hand.) Hot outfit that’s casual but kind of sexy? Double check.

I look fine, but inside my stomach is turning, I’m so nervous that I feel sick.

I guess you’re wondering why I’m worrying so much about what I look like, but the truth is for the first time in six months I’m going on a date, and I need to make a good impression, because I’ve never met the guy before.

I know, I know, I bet that leads to more questions on your part, but the truth is that I had to resort to internet dating. After months of talking and getting to know each other it was finally time to meet, and as needy as it sounds, I really wanted him to like me

I did have a boyfriend six months ago, we used to hang out and stuff but then I gained my vision and realised that he was a freshly made member of the undead. A stinking, rotting vampire sent to kill me; needless to say I didn’t stick around.

You see, I’m what they call a seer. As the name sounds I can see through glamours and that means all glamours. It might sound like a really cool ability but it really isn’t.

For example when I’m walking to the shop, a hot guy passes by and smiles at me only I don’t smile back when he asks my name because he’s a faerie, and if I comply then I lose all freedom permanently.

I might reach the shop to see a girl leaning against the red, brick wall smoking a cigarette, she’d look totally cool if she wasn’t covered in fleas. She’s a werewolf and she’s itching to turn.

Then there’s the vampires, the oh so sexy looking guys that chat you up in a club and seduce you,  yet when I look at them all I see is a grey corpse with peeling flesh and empty eye sockets.

So, as you can imagine, I really want this date to go well, which it will, if my internet partner isn’t a paranormal creature who wants to kill me.

I run a finger along the dagger which I’ve stuffed inside my bra, it’s uncomfortable and if I move too quickly it digs into my flesh, but it’s reassuring to know that I’m safe from the creatures, and I don’t plan on getting past first base today anyway.

I leave my house and double check that my front door is locked, just because the vampires have to be invited in, that doesn’t go for all creatures. I close the gate on my (iron) fence, to prevent the annoying fey and pixies from sneaking into my garden and I lock the fence with a silver chain and padlock, take that werewolves.

I walk down the street; the guy I’m meeting is called Alex, such a nice, normal human name unlike the Vladimir that I previously dated. (Yes he was that clichéd.) His profile picture reveals him to have tanned skin, blue eyes and curly brown hair. It’s a nice combination.

We’re meeting a few blocks away just outside the police station, I figured that it’s best not to take chances. From there we plan on heading to the cinema.

As I’m walking down the street an old woman smiles at me, I’m not fooled, she’s secretly a hag who’d eat my soul and drink my blood if I let her. I bare my teeth and continue walking.

As I round the corner there’s a guy who’s busy spraying graffiti onto a bus stop, again he’d be utterly gorgeous if he didn’t have the blue skin marking him as an imp.

On my travels I pass a vampire who’s getting arrested, a werewolf postman, a banshee, several imps, a faerie and a shifter.

Finally I reach the police station, my nerves are on edge and I feel even sicker than I did earlier, he’s not here.

I decide to give him ten minutes tops, if he’s late I’ll assume he’s a paranormal and will wipe him out of my life, if he appears…

Five minutes later and he arrives, he shuffles over to me his hands in the pockets of his oversized hoodie.

“Clarity Vates?” he asks nervously.

I nod smiling, “You must be Alex,” I say and he smiles.

“I’m sorry for being late, I got you these,” he smiles sheepishly as he hands over a small bouquet of red roses.

I take his hand in mine as I smile, not only is he utterly adorable and sweet but he’s human and that makes him the best.