The Story of Harlem the Ghost and Vampi the Vampire

Chapter 2

She was dead. There was no coming back. Or so that's they had thought. Harlem stood over the boy watching as he cried harder and harder over her body. She then began to realize what had just happened and fell to her knees in shock and disbelief. She sat there on her knees watching as the boy slowly ran out of tears to cry. He had set her on the floor and held her close while sobbing "I'm so sorry Harlem.. I'm so sorry.." over and over. He was devastated and Harlem couldn't help but question herself as to who the boy was and why he was sorry, all she could do was sit there on her knees in shock with dead silence. She knew that what had happened could have nothing to do with this boy she had seen for the first time. She felt so heartbroken to see that he was holding her as close as he was because she had never once been held like that. She began to start sobbing herself and she laid herself next to him holding him in spirit. He felt her presence and held it, he held it closer than a child holding a teddy bear. She felt it and felt as if she were radiating the most magical sense in the world. He still felt terrible but something about feeling her spirit nearby made him feel a the smallest bit of comfort. Little did the boy know he was holding her in her new form. She was no longer a physical human. She was a ghost, the boy still without realization was still holding her close. He held her for hours on end just hoping the pain in his heart would fade. He had never lost anyone he truly cared about. To Harlem things were still so odd because she swore she had never met the boy in her life. She only knew that he went to school with her and that he never really talked no matter the amount of advances anyone made towards him. Though Harlem herself had never tried she figured he would be the same with her. Little did she know that's what he wanted, that's what he needed to open up. He had no interest in talking to anyone other than her and with him being around for so long he had done what he could to learn about her without being found out or asking anyone. He knew about her favorite songs, her favorite places to be, where she wanted to live, and he even knew about her father which no one else did. He knew all this from watching and listening over her carefully. He never watched over her in the manner of hunger or fright, he only wished to protect her from any remote harm from anything as little as a paper cut to a broken bone. One example is the time that in their Biology glass she had gotten a small paper clip and had asked the teacher for a bandaid and by the time she had sat back down after being told that the teacher didn't have any she had her favorite color bandaid laid out on her desk for her. She couldn't help but smile, she was so happy in the moment she didn't even bother to question who set it on her desk for her. To him all the memories plagued him because he never once had enough courage to say anything to her. He kept replaying her smiles, laughs, and happiness over and over in his head but it did nothing but destroy him more. He knew he had to get up, he thought that for sure he would never see her again but he also knew that he couldn't just stay there. He slowly sat up drained of all energy from crying so hard. It left him barely functioning did didn't think he could stand. He was broken without her. He fought with himself to get on his feet and when he did he couldn't help stumble. When he got back to the doorway he could help but cry the little bit of tears he had left and began to cry loudly in pure heartbreak and fell to his knees once again. That's when Harlem knew she had to do something so she got up herself and got in front of the boy holding him tight. The boy wrapped his arms around her unknowingly and cried a bit more, then he sparked with a feeling of confusion yet joy. He let go and looked in front of him and there knelt before him was Harlem, Harlem the Ghost. "Harlem? Is.. Is that you..?" he asked with a slight bit of fear. Harlem shocked that the boy could see her sat quietly in a slight bit of fear herself. They made eye contact and that's where it began, their eternal love, their eternal loyalty.