He didn’t give me a single chance… that was it, I couldn’t do anything… I was scared, hungry; cold… no one could hear me scream… not even my cousin, Nakita, could save me… (though she is a dick head at heart, i still love her) All could do was corner crying, rocking, my head in my knees till the voice was no longer in hearing distance. And that was the last I knew; I woke in a hospital days later, I was probably unconscious for a while.
“What? Why am I in hospital? Where am I?” I excaimed, still confused by where I was, though none of my favourite relations of mine were in eye sight, though I generally couldn't say much because my eyes were still ajusting to the newly white walled room. Finally, after much atisipation and confution, I heard a voice; a very recognisable voice, one that you would be able to smell alcohol from a mile off. Nakita, the black drunken, morphing wolf that was around six foor tall girl.
“Now then, this girl just got near a Vampire!! And the upmost rule- ugh honestly!! I can’t believe that man cut me off! Bloody sake….”
she murmered to her self, still scouling about a man...?
I propped myself up, the thought of seeing an old friend of mine migh've been good or just plain old bad timing. I always though that was the black mained girls style..
“Nakita, you black dog, what on earth happened to you!? you stink of hell- I don't know you need a shower”
The alcohol that I could smell previously was more powerfull than I origanally thought, from underneath the leather jacket, I could see that she had a bottle. Vodka most likely.
As I used my adominal muscles to hoist my self up, I expected Nakita to instantly turn round her hearing was far better than anyone I had ever known. Unless she had gone death within the time I had been in the hospital...Eventually I did get answer.
“Finally!! You’re bloody awake! These hospitals cost you know!” She sighed, a big sigh, she was much stressed. “It’s good to see you, you still smell of dog, where have you been?” my curious nature lead me to a dead answer since the answer I recived was practicaly: lets get out of here, I HATE HOSPITALS. but in a more, sutble way.
“Don’t worry I’ll tell you later, for now I’ve got you dispatched from hospital 'kay? Don’t do anything like that again! Ugh, honestly.” she says, when she would probably get drunk and do the same thing as i did...
Within an hour, I got dispatched, dressed, poked, and travelled back in Nakita’s Dodge Viper. DAYUM THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A CAR. It was complete deep red burgundy, with black sports leather seats, and beat- well everything.
I wasn't a car expert to be honest. Since there was noif not any traffic in sight on the roads we reved up the engiene an headed a hundered mile back to base. But when reached Nakita house, I got a full on tazored telling off...
“You caused me so much trouble missy! Do you know how many phone calls I had to go through! IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE. I was genuine scared shitless!"
She took out the liqure that hid from underneath her jacket at took a nuasiated amount of alcohol. Nakita dragged me inside before I could say anything about her vodka/whiskey.
“Hey, did make an effort to referb’ this old dump? Wow, it kinda looks modern now…”
I questioned rather in a moden tounge. I was rather, more like; completely stunned seriously, my cousin is NOT a tidy person for sure, make that a mental note. Mental note no.1: Nakita tidied a house. mabey she could become a maid for her next job?
“Just go put some clean clothes on, you reek of hospital, I need a time out."
Nakita ended up just falling onto the sofa in a matter of minutes, but from eyes, all I could see is a sober Nakita that just wanted to go drink some more whiskey. Or any other kind of alcohol for that matter. I mean, she probably the best person to have when it comes to drinking games, the reason being? It's because she always wins. ALWAYS. I'd always smirk when a halve drunken nimwit tried to out smart my cousin because there was nothing better than seen their faces when they lost HA!
After a couple of those minutes that nakita spent falling onto the sofa, and wining that she didn't have enough alcohol, I decided to trudge up the new 'referbed’ stairs up to ‘my room’. Though techniqucally, It wasn’t really a room more like a backup station, guns hidden under the wooden floorboards, knifes as well, Xbox on the dresser with Kinect, and that was pretty much it.
I liked it like that; it was good to see the she hadn’t changed it. Otherwise I would take away her liquids, the alcoholic kind. And she wouldn't be happy about that. after checking around my room and having a minor cool down in the shower plus some clean fresh clothes on I shouted down to nakita
“Nakita, how long have you, like, been sober?!”
As for once, there was no… immediate reply, since I had forgotten that the girl had knocked her self out on the sofa. Clever me.
“Nakita” I said sternly, “Have you been phasing again? Ugh- I need to see Amelia Whitely, I haven't seen her in a while”
Soon after my pacience ran out with her trying to answer me, I decided to slide down the rail of stairs like the speed of light. Becuase, why the hell not? I decided brushed my long crimson red tangled locks in a couple of seconds then proceeding to put the dead protein into a ponytail. Catching my eye, I took a quick peek at Nakita who was behind me on the sofa.
She was in a state, this was one of my top priorities trying to keep her sober, but I needed to see Amalia, I haven't seen her in over two months... I left the drunken bachelorette girl that laid her body out streched on the sofa, desiring for more of the old fashioned 40% alcohol.
In which she claimed to be 'the gold dust of heaven'. Still feeling guilty, I continued to rush out the old crappy door, not forgetting to pick up my keys and brick (nokia of course) phone... Though I was heading outside the door, I just could not stop stairing at Nakia's sober, drunk face.. It was some what adorable? I couldn't decide, so I closed the door and headed out.
Now as I took the raggedy doge viper keys, swiftly moving towards the crimson car in a imediate hurry, the bitter wind had started to catching up with me. It was going to be fucking cold, I told my self. lovely. I opened the snazzy car door and swooped in the driving seat, then reved up the glorious engeine. Its a beauty this engeine, I had know idea how Nakita had managed to keep it in perfect condition... (She wanst good at looking after things either, mental note no 2: nag at Nakita keen the car and not just the eingene) I wasn't much of a car expert either, so I couldn't say much.
I backed out of the drive on full wack, and pointed towards the staggeringly annoying highway.
As a sluggish hour went by before I could even reach Amalia's house. I caught a glimpse of her house. It was a small, old, cute, little cottage down the end of a welsh slated lane. Adorable wouldn't you say?! But recentley, the house was getting so old it had recenly had growing ivory and clawing across the white paint of the nostalgic building, apart from that, this place was a perfect get-away-holiday if I ever needed it. (more like wanted it) through a semi open window closest facing me and the gate a anxious girl peeped out of that window. In a timid haste it graciously closed the curtains and tainedly rushed down the crooked stairs to greet me. Carefully, I tried not to knock over and flower pots in the Dodge after I opened the wooden gate. (Nakita would kill me if I scratched this car, she would probably sue me for some what reason Note 4: buy your own car that isn't a police car) seconds later, I parked the car without a problem. A few happy high piched squeals rushed over as i unwillingly clambered out of the claustrophobic car. The smilely girl was Amalia, very timid, although she was much as well known to be shy, Amailia daintedly ushered me inside the adorible, charming dinky little cottage.
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Eventually, Amalia dragged me inside, I decided not to argue. There wouldn't be any use, this girl could convince you with just the cutesy look on her face, further more, t'wasn't a great time. Nor place to argue... I had a more serious matter to deal with. I needed to tell her about the incident. And the fact that Nakita hadn't given up alchohol for lent.
"Amalia-"
"Oh, come on! seriously, I haven't seen you in ages!"
She almost carried me to the living room, oh this seemed to be a hellish nightmare, nothing wrong with a small girl that was innicent but a complete devil at the same time right? Wrong. I had to be on a somewhat 'good' behaviour, otherwise she would other find a chainsaw and spilt me in two. Hack up my guts into a small bender, and sell it in ebay for absooutely nothing. No jokes.
Carrying on, her living room was like always had been: the old wooden rocking chair by the window that I had generously donated, the crackling fire pit in the middle of room, and two old sofas that she found at a charity shop for fourty gold pieces.
I was in an agrivated mood to shout, "Amalia! Listen.-" Amalia was already devistated, as she looked into my consouling blue eyes. She looked scared. Great. Now I've over done it, with my horendously quick temper.
"Wh-what happend to your eyes...?"
"what an earth are you jabberin' on about? Nothing is-"
I dashed to the nearest mirrior, I hoped this wasn't some practical joke. I screamed. "WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH MY EYE COLOURS! I LOOK LIKE I BLOODY CAME FROM THE MOVIES AND DECIDED TO STAIN MY RIGHT EYE!"
To tell you the truth, I was just as confused as Amalia. I swear down to all the way into the hellish depths of the underworld that something like this has never, ever, happened when I've been killing untamable creatures. EVER. What the general fuck was with my eyes?? Soon afterwards, I black out. Nothing more, and nothing less, I litterally blacked out. I guess I was overwhelmed by anxiety.
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I felt as if something lingering around... Phasing here and there, yet, I felt oddly enough, cold slender like hands that were holding my waist in the most sickly, romantic way. The substance sucked in a cold breath and blew it onto my neck. As if I were its prey. I searched for my 1942 A.K revolver. But never found it. In agony to prepare my self to shoot the damn thing. Soon enough the exsistance made a light chuckle, and vapourized in front of me like the chesshire cat from alice in wonderland. It said something wish I could forget. But I never did..."Your mine".
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The timmid shy girl found me like a mother owl finds its prey, apparentley she found me lying on the floor curled up like a cat. I Don't see how though... Sooner ot later I did recover Which didn't take too long to be honest. "I-I think", Amalia spoke carefully, "that you might have done something that cannot be undone."
"How did that old hag Nakita not notice this? Oh wait, she isn't so observitive after all" I dared not to speak about what happened when I black out, it possibly would scare her to oblivion I thought, staring into the the mirrior with my new accustomed eye colour.
