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Chapter 7 - Westingshire

*knock knock*

"Father? Are you awake?" I wait in silence by his door with a lump in my throat and a sort of hope that he won't respond.

"Yes October, come in."

I walk into my father's room and look around, it's different from how I remember it as a child, we are not permitted into his room often and he has redecorated. He has a metal bed and dresser, a new stereo in the center, a metal desk with his laptop on it, and has replaced his wooden floor with some stone. Old pictures still line the walls though, of our ancestry and their homelands. Father is sitting at his computer desk but is turned to face me.

"Good Evening Father." I try to sound brave but I have a feeling that my face is betraying that effort.

"Good Evening October, I trust there is a reason you have called."

"Why, um, yes sir, I was hoping to ask you what your plans are on dealing with the Servile as we approach our birthday..."

He relaxed in his chair with his hands clasped in his lap, "Ah... well if I am correct you are in charge of it's well being, so what are your plans for it?"

"Well, I was thinking, that perhaps since it has been so long we could send her to one of her relatives, a distant relative."

"You don't wish for her to stay? It seems to me, as well as many others, that you have become quite fond of the servile, even calling her by name."

The way he said this angered me and at once all nervousness was replaced by anger, "well what did you all expect me to do while being completely alienated for years? Be miserable?"

"Yes, that was the point, none of us would have ever expected you to befriend it... nevertheless, if you wish you can send her away, that or keep your "friend" here in mortal danger, the choice and responsibility of fulfilling your decision are yours. You are excused."

With that I leave the room my hands in fists and metaphoric smoke coming out of my ears.

I walk into my room and see Melanie asleep already, whatever, I have to talk to her. I wake her up and laugh a little when she groans "turn it offffff".

"Melanie get up, we have to talk." I suppose the seriousness of my voice registered because she sat straight up and looked at me, "yes?"

"Okay, well, you have to leave, Leighton and I's birthday is-"

"In two days I know."

I glare at her and then proceed "I would appreciate it if you stop interrupting me, as I was saying, our birthday is coming up and you can't be here any longer. So-

She cuts me off again, ugh I will not miss this. "Why do I have to leave?"

"Because you will be in extreme danger, this is not up for debate so I suggest you listen, anyway, I will be sending you to your Aunt and Uncle's tomorrow, they live in Westingshire, get some sleep tonight it will be a long train ride tomorrow."

Out of nowhere she jumps up from the bed and hugs me, small tears brimming her green eyes, I succumb and hug her back before we both get into bed. As I tell myself that this is what has to be done for her safety and put my mind at ease enough to fall asleep I hear her crying softly below me pretending to be asleep, as if she doesn't know I can hear her.  

 "ughhh, I do not want to be awake." I mumble as I climb out of bed and get dressed. Melanie is in the restroom getting ready and I am barely conscious as I stumble out of the room with her suitcase. She eats some of her remaining food and then packs up the rest. Neither of us are really in the mood to talk, partially because of the time, partially because of the circumstances. We hop on the bus and look out the window all the way to the train station. Melanie is visibly sad but there's really nothing I can do to help her, she can't stay... We leave the city and all that lays beyond the window are trees, fields, and cows... so many cows. The sky seems to get darker as does the feeling on the bus and our thoughts... I can't believe I'll actually miss a Servile... what is wrong with me? After about an hour we arrive at the train station... we buy her ticket and make it onto the platform with 5 minutes to spare...

"Well, this is goodbye I suppose..." She looks down as she speaks, like she can't look at me or something. 

"Yes, it is, I..I'm sorry it has to be this way." I don't think I can look at her either... why does this hurt?

"Atleast now you can go back to your friends and your old life."

"Ha, yah right," I scoff a little at the notion; there is no going back, they'd never accept me and I wouldn't want them to. Melanie is shifting uncomfortably and it's kind of funny actually.  "I'll be alright, as will you, goodbye Melanie." When she doesn't respond I look up to see tears running down her face and I kind of don't know what to do. We Vampires can't cry... even if we could we wouldn't, we aren't keen on showing weakness. I pat her shoulder as an attempt at consoling her but she tackles me hugging me and sobbing. Ugh Serviles and their emotions. The train whistle blows its' final warning and she releases me. 

"Bye October" she whimpers as she picks up her suitcase and boards the train.

"Bye Melanie" I whisper under my breath. 

I wait until the train starts to leave the station then run into the woods and take off flying towards home and what is left of my life.