Gabriel (Book 1)

Work (Johanna's POV)

A-N- Hey everyone! So i was going to wait until we hit 6,000 reads but i've gotten some good feedback on this chapter so.....Im posting it early! which is good for all of you :) and for me cause i hate waiting lol. This one has made some laugh, and its made most cry. I DO NOT own any of these lyrics. As the title says, its all about work...and its in Johanna's POV... fan, vote, comment! <3

Work

August 16th, 2015

Dear Diary,

I'm not sure what to say, what to feel, or what to write. It has only been five days that I have been a vampire. I love my husband and I love my kids, they are the only things that make eternity worthwhile. So I guess because of them I don't mind being frozen, being young forever, not having made this choice, having to watch everyone I love die. Being indestructible means I can protect my kids it means I can be there for them forever. Nothing will ever take me away from them, that’s a promise I make and a promise I'll keep.

What do I say? Well, what should I say? The positives of being a vampire are everything I thought they would be. I never get cold, I never get sick, I never miss one second of my kids' lives. Everything I see is brighter and clearer than I thought it was before. There are so many things that I wish I could explain to you, Diary, but you wouldn't understand. In fact the only one who would understand is Gabriel. He knows what I see, he knows what I hear, he knows what I smell... But does know how I feel?

What do I feel? If I said ' nothing' then I would be just like Gabriel. I don't want to go down a road that dark, a road that lonely. So I won't. I will smile even though the life that I thought was worth living is over. I will pretend that this family is normal and doesn't have secrets that could kill and destroy. I will think as if I were any other new mother with a loving husband and two beautiful children. I will laugh at the irony of it all; the undead husband who married me, the woman who valued life more than anything else, and then killed her so that she could remember and love him and their kids as they grew up.

"Johanna!" The shrill call echoes throughout my house.

"Be right there!" I yell. I run a brush through my blonde hair and pull my black sweater over my head. I quickly fix the neck so it doubles over fashionably like a turtleneck (but wider) and then fix the hem so its straight and rests right over my belly button. I found a belt in our closet and in a second was clipping it on the tightest setting. I looked in the mirror for not even a second; I most certainly didn't look like a mom. I didn't even look like I had two children, let alone one! I was still the same as I was during high school, maybe an inch taller, and maybe just a touch skinnier (talk about pregnancy effects reversed!). I gave a quiet sigh before running out of our room, through the hall and down the stairs. When I walked into the living room my mom and dad were finishing dressing Drew, and Darla was holding Nikola. I could see the look in Darla’s eyes; it was the kind of look that found some way to disapprove of me. Her gaze examined me from head to toe, lingering on my perfect face and my too-little-too-short shirt. Maybe it was the clothes, maybe it was my eyes, maybe it was my smile (the one that was fake because of all the secrets I had locked behind it), maybe it was what I said, or even what I didn’t say. Whatever it was, Darla knew something about me had changed and she obviously didn’t like it.

“I can’t believe you’re wearing that out,” She said. I looked down at my clothes; I didn’t see anything wrong with my outfit. Why would she think I wouldn’t wear this outfit?

“Mom, Dad, what do you think of this outfit?” I asked.

“Darling, you look radiant! You’re practically glowing!” They rush over and bombard me with big hugs before going back to pouring over my little Drew.