Vampters: Call of Fate

Chapter 1

My Parents die and I Freak Out

                                         1 year after my mental breakdown…

          I sat on the curb watching cars go by.  It was a lovely autumn day.  The trees looked like splashes of red and orange water colors against the smoky sky.  It was November, almost my 18th birthday, and there was already a chill in the air. 

          I wrapped my thin jacket tighter around my tiny waist, and felt the wind rip through the fabric like there was nothing there, causing my body to shiver.  I hoped that Emily would be here soon.  I was liable to catch a cold out here on the curb and not be able to go anywhere with her.

          Emily had helped me to overcome my problems and I was grateful to her.  I was finally at peace.  I had taken all the medication that the doctor had given me and stopped seeing all of the pale people, the visions had also dwindled to just a few a month.  In fact I don’t think I had had one this month yet.  I was free. 

          The empty gap in my chest was still there though.  Even though I felt free I knew that I was not fully healed.  There was still something missing.  I allowed my mind to wander to the past.  I tried to remember what had happened to me, but it seemed that the medication had wiped most of my memories of the past from my mind.  It seemed that I had been born just recently.  It was a strange feeling because logic told me that it was impossible for me to have been born recently.

          "M&M!"  I heard my name being called from down the street.  I looked to see Emily running towards me arms outstretched.  I got to my feet and she fell into my arms.  She was a small pale girl with a wisp of glowing blonde hair and the bluest eyes you could only dream of seeing in your lifetime.

          "I'm so glad to see you,"  She smiled at me brightly and hugged my tighter.

          "I missed you too, Emily,"  I said my heart bursting.

          I released her and she told me about how she had escaped her parents.  She went on to boast about how cunning she was.  I agreed.

          Emily took my hand and we walked down the sidewalk towards the city.  Along the way we talked about random things.  She would point out a butterfly and I would go on to name the types of symmetry the wings made.  Little things like that.    

          Being with Emily was such a joy for me.  When I was with her I felt that I understood myself  and the hollow spot in my chest would close up and feel whole again.  I wondered why I felt this way, but was at lost for words to explain it.  It seemed to be a special bond that we had to one another and I was grateful for it, for something from my past to hold on to.  It proved that I had existed before the medication.

            We walked hand in hand for about an hour until we reached the city.  Strangely enough, Emily seemed to grow quiet and watchful.  I had never noticed this kind of behavior from her.  It was the strangest thing, to see her unhappy.   Well not unhappy, just not her bubbly self. 

          "Let's go to the park,"  she suggested.

          I agreed enthusiastically.  As long as I was with her it didn’t matter where we went I would still be happy. 

          The city seemed empty today.  We walked past the mall, a huge building usually crawling with people.  Especially this time of year in which it should be full to the brim with Christmas time shoppers.  It looked almost desolate.