Marlene's POV:
Days are passing and I fear that I've gotten attached. By this time I'd be sure that Annysa has forgotten about the incident, but I don't want to go back to the way it was. Being in your 220s isn't for the weak hearted, you get bored. All you want is something new, something exciting, someone pretty to care about. Not all vampires reside in abandoned castles, that's a stereotype... but I do. And living in an eerie abandoned castle that no one else has entered and left still breathing in 12 years gets so, so lonely. If it weren't for Lydia (yes I've discovered her name is Lydia), I'd die of melancholy like a fucking chicken.
So here I am, once again hanging upside down from the tree in her back garden, watching.
The morality of this is somewhat iffy, but I keep coming back. She always has her curtains closed, so it's not as if I'm some peeping Tom... just a Sad Sally.
I try and reposition myself when one of my wings is slashed by a tree branch. This could be far more fatal to me as a bat so I must return to human form. I sit on the bench outside Lydia's house and bandage up my wounds (I had bandages in my bag, don't ask how my bags and clothes shapeshift with me, I don't know, it's odd) and continue to watch her window from back here.
((DUAL POV TIME WOOOO))
Lydia's POV:
Fucking hell. You ever woke up from a dream in the middle of the night 'cause you just REALLY need a drink? Yeah that. I check my phone and it's 3am. I get up and use my phones flashlight to manoeuvre my way through to the bathroom to fill up my water bottle. Once I'm done I walk back to my room. I peek through my curtains, just to see if that bat's still there.
It's not. But there's something even stranger. The hot goth girl is on the bench outside my house.
...Why?
I live on a random road in a random town in the Wirral. It's 3am. I've never actually seen anyone take the time to sit down on that bench in my entire life. But I know I'm not seeing things... I think, it would make sense 'cause she's all I've been thinking about since and I was literally dreaming about her just then.
She's bandaging up a bleeding cut in her arm and it doesn't seem easy. She's tilting her head back in pain, eyebrows furrowed.
Mee-ow honestly.
Okay I need to shut up now, humour is my coping mechanism but I'm still scared of the fact that I can't keep ignoring how weird everything that's happened has been. And now I'm watching the girl i saw once like a week ago sitting virtually in my back garden-
She looks at my window. I dove down before she can see me, and just before realising she wouldn't be able to see me anyway because the curtains were open by like a centimetre.
I sit on the floor and freak out for a minute , but then come to the conclusion that this is helping no one. Just go to sleep. So I do.
Now where was I with this dream? Whenever I'm having a good dream and I wake up I just keep it going by manually making up what happens next. Oh I remember. So then she-
