Destined to Collide

Checkmate

What if I told you
That I'm not as strong
As I like to make believe I am

There's so much I want to say
But I'm so scared to give away
Every little secret that I hide behind
Would you see me differently?
And would that be such… a bad thing
I wonder what it would be like
If I told you... everything.

What if I told you by Jason Walker

Chapter Seven - Checkmate

I woke up from the most peaceful sleep I had since…almost two years ago. I don't know why but everything about today felt great. My bed never felt this comfortable, my pillow never felt softer, and the air never felt this fresh. I didn't know what was going on with me today, but I was on cloud-nine. I slowly got out of my bed and stretched feeling rejuvenated. I walked into my bath room to take a quick shower, getting dressed in small black shorts and green tank-top to match my eyes. I walked toward my dresser and sat on the chair that was in front of it as I got ready. The whole time I sat there, his face flashed in my head. I could feel my lips stretch, smiling. I thought if I continue to grin like this, my cheeks were going to fall off by the end of the day. When I was done with everything, I walked down stairs to be greeted by a very worried Helen.

By the time my foot touched the last step of the stairs, I was pulled into a tight hug. "God, you scared me so much. What time did you got home last night?" our maid, Helen, asked worry heavy on her lips. I got home at 1:30 am last night. I spent the entire day with the vampire yesterday, as we both sat there talking about our favorite books, poems and music. Even though he doesn't know much of this generation music, he told me he likes classical and that he also plays the piano well. He told me about some of the amazing people in history that he had pleasure encountering as well. It felt really great just listening to him, I enjoyed every minute of it.

"Oh come on Helen, I wasn't that late."I laughed at her. She shook her head walking away toward the kitchen, saying something about Steve not finding out about this.

She made me a quick breakfast as we had a small conversation about her grandkids. Not long after, we both sat there and ate quietly. Every five to ten seconds she would glance up at me from her breakfast. It was unnerving the way she looked at me. When I couldn't take it no more I sat my fork down before saying "what?"

She shook her head laughing to herself before she sat her fork down too. "Something is different about you today." She stated with a meaningful beam in her eyes before she picked up her fork again. "It's probably my hair." I voiced pointing up at my ponytail. It wasn't often I put my hair up, and people frequently said the small change completely alter my look.

Helen shook her head, "no, no, that's not what it is. Its something in your eyes." She said smiling a bit. Her eyes examined my face again before she let out a dreamy sigh. "Oh, I remember when I had that look too…" she continued her voice lost as her pensiveness growing more. I didn't know what she was talking about, but from the looks of it she was lost in memory land. I got up from my seat before dumping the left over breakfast into the garbage can. Helen still had that happy look in her eyes, so I left her in the kitchen to her thought. I walked into the living room, toward the shelf. This shelf contained books, DVDs and other entertaining stuffs. I bent down when I saw the item I was looking for. It was a black case that sat all the way at the bottom of the shelf. Once I had all I needed, I walked out of the house saying good bye to Helen.

The drive to the church seemed longer today, I think its maybe because I was anxious to see the vampire. Once I got there, I picked up the empty book bag that I left in the passenger seat of my car last night and I stuffed the black case and Tru-blood from my trunk into it. I walked toward the church's basement with my book bag over my shoulders. When I got down stairs, I saw Gabe sitting there, but there was something different about him today. There was nothing in his hands, no food, no game, no music. He looked completely bored. His shoulders was slumped, his eyes slightly sleepy with his head resting on the back of the chair.