Lizzie Alsop
24/01/2010
Chapter 2
It didn't take me long to snap out of my shocked silence and run after Tyler. I wonder what just happened. It's not like it meant anything. We were just playing, weren't we?
The wind whipped around my me as I broke the threshold into the outdoors. My eyes wondering into every nook and cranny I could find but Tyler was nowhere to be seen. I guess I don't have to train today. As I thought of the possible things I could do, my rational thoughts disappointed me. The realisation that I was not human doused my excitement because all the things I wanted to do consisted of normal everyday things. I would not allow myself to feel human, not for one second, because if I did the afterward loss would be too hard to bear. The only human I had in my life was my baby sister and it would always be that way.
So, instead I walked home to the familiarities of my demonic life. Miya was awake and crying when I got home. Her nanny looked fumbled as to what to do for her and extremely exhausted. I told the nanny she could take the rest of the day off so she quickly gave her to me and ran into her room. Gazing down at Miya I noticed she had stopped crying and was now smiling up at me. Guess she's happy I'm home. My over-expensive leather couch welcomed me as I sat down cross legged with Miya still cradled in my arms.
My house was big and modern. Practically everything in here was white, black or multi-coloured browns. The family room which I was now sitting in was large with two black leather couches, a desk in the centre where we would usually plan our attacks and soft white carpet. Nothing else was in the room, save for a few ornaments here and there. Did I mention that for some reason, demons are really rich? I live here with Miya, her nanny and, you guessed it, Tyler. Being a demon of only two weeks apparently means I still need supervision. "You have to be guided in the right way and I'm here to teach you those ways," as Tyler always puts it. I can't wait till he gets out of my house and my life.
A few weeks ago and I would have laughed at the idea of living in a place this big but a few weeks ago I had no idea about the creatures that plagued the human world. I was a naive 19 year old who just happened to stumble into the wrong alleyway one night and come across a creature who's existence was only thought to be a myth.
"Hey Miya. I'm sorry I haven't been home much lately. It's just that now I have to fight the bad guysÉ" I wasn't going to tell her that really we are the bad guys, "I'll try and be here for you a lot more, OK?" All she did was gaze into my eyes but I knew that was her sign for 'I understand.' We stayed like that for another half hour before we both fell into unconsciousness. Miya's sleep felt peaceful but my sleep was tormented by that night in the alleyway. The night I was plucked from one life and placed in another. That night still owned my sleep as the memory reacquaints itself to me every night.
*It was a cold night and after wrapping Miya and myself securely in a blanket I was ready to get back to sleep. But a shadow caught my eye. It came from around the bend and seemed to be hiding behind the dumpster. How original I thought. My thoughts came back to sleep but the nausea hit me again only this time I held in the urge to throw up everything i had in me. I felt dizzy and disorientated when I made an attempt to stand so I made the decision to just stay put for now. It was probably just a shopkeeper bringing out his trash for the night, anyway.
As the night went by, the nausea never left and neither did the shadowed figure that was starting to creep me out. What if the figure was just waiting for me to fall asleep before he came after me, knife in hand. That was just too silly though. Why would anyone want to wait to kill me when they could kill me anyway then and there, no questions asked. I forced the thoughts from my mind and persuaded myself to just go to sleep. Eventually I did fall into a semi-state of sleep. I was half awake, listening for sounds of movement, and half asleep, enjoying the rest I knew my body needed.
When I least expected it, two arms snaked themselves around my waist and lifted me up, Miya with me. My mind went into a frenzy and barked orders at me, 'Get out of his arms, run away, escape!' My body didn't respond though. It was as if I had no control anymore. I was surprised when my eyelids were able to open with my consent. I found myself gazing at the most gorgeous guy I had ever met. He looked to be about a few years older than me with dark hair and the most amazing chocolate flecked green eyes. Then I suddenly realised he was staring down at me, as if trying to memorise everything about my face. But who would want to memorise my face? I wasn't that pretty. With chocolate brown hair flowing just past my shoulders, boring brown eyes and average looking soft pink lips, I looked real plain in comparison with his amazing, not to mention hot, looks.
His eyes shot up to mine and no matter how much i could have tried, there was no way I could break eye contact with him. My life felt complete and happy. I was content in just lying in his arms forever. But just as fast as the feeling came, it left, leaving me feel like a whole part of me was missing. My heart's pounding began to slow to a sluggish rate and my breathing almost stopped. Something was being ripped from me, it wasn't physically, I didn't think, just mentally. To put the feeling into words was just too hard. I felt like I was dying yet being born in the one moment. When his gaze slipped away from mine, I fell into unconsciousness.*
I woke up screaming as I do every night. I am usually alone when this happens so it came as a surprise when Tyler ran over to the bed to console me. Wait, this isn't my bed. This is the couch. The memories of yesterday came flooding back to me. Playing with Tyler, him walking away, coming home to Miya and falling asleep on the couch with her in my arms. Only she wasn't in my arms now. I started to freak, where could Miya have gone? It's not like she could run away, she is only 3 months old.
"Where's Miya?" I yelled at Tyler.
"It's ok, her nanny put her to bed for you. She's safe," his sexy soothing voice replied.
"Oh, ok. Sorry for yelling at you," I normally wouldn't apologise to him but his presence right at this moment was well invited. He smiled at me and my heart darn well nearly melted. I mentally scolded myself. Why, after hating his guts for over a week, would I suddenly become so happy while with him? I'm supposed to hate him and him hate me, that's how it is between us. That brought me back to yesterday.
"Why did you walk away from me yesterday?" The question escaping my lips. Instantly i regretted saying anything because he turned around and seemed uncomfortable. I silently waited for a response though. My curious self was buzzing with anticipation over the answer that would soon come. I knew he would answer because he always does. Just what he would say, I didn't know and couldn't wait to find out.
