HELLO!
again ive been really slow.
you may all all virtually slap me if you care enough to :)
please please COMMENT on this chapter. if you don't i may very well virtually cry.
hope you enjoy it- it doesnt include everything i promised in the last chapter but OH MY GOD was this hard to write. SO MUCH information- my head hurts.
Lots of Love
E. Its all in the style. :)
-------------------Chapter Six---------------------------------------------
I eventually calmed down; I had enough of dry sobs and sitting in the porch on the floor to last a lifetime. I guess what they had told me was the truth, that the world I knew was a lie, that there were mythical beings that weren't so mythical and finally, and most importantly I was one of them.
I wasn't hungry or thirsty but I made my way into the open plan kitchen and living room which was across the hall from where I was sitting. I locked and bolted the door behind me- paranoid. The cabinets, stove and fridge in the kitchen were all black that contrasted with the cream walls, carpet and thick curtains that were closed but behind them there were a set of French windows that opend onto a small balcony. There was a large squishy black corner sofa dividing the room into two half's- between the kitchen and dining table (which was also black and surrounded by four black chairs) and the living room, which had a large plasma TV and a monochrome print of Piccadilly Circus that only included three bits of colour; a red phone booth, a red double-decker bus and the red coca-cola neon sign. My parents had chosen black, red and white as the colour scheme to this place- but you could tell it was a rented apartment that was hardly used because of its pristine condition and the fact it was devoid of personal knickknacks; apart from the red glass bowl on the black glass coffee table and the framed family picture on the side board taken from our last family holiday to the South of France when I was 16, and William was 18- just about to start Uni.
Although there were no lights on, I could see perfectly clearly. Dust had settled onto many of the surfaces giving the impression no one had been here for at least a month. It felt odd to be walking around with no lights on- so I hastily switched the lamp on the sideboard on; which gave the room a dim glow. I opened the fridge, yep. No one had been here in ages- there was some coke cans left in there, and a microwave cheese and tomato pizza in the freezer section that desperatly need defrosting- I whacked it into the microwave. No, I was not hungry but I felt as though I should eat something. As I watched it revolve slowly I began to think.
OK, so I could, it turns out ,deal with the fact I might be a vampire- just about. But why me? Why now? The king had told me it was because he thought I would end a war- but I really didn't want to get involved in it- I was 18, all I wanted to do was see my friends, not fight an ancient battle. Then who turned me? Who wanted me desperately enough to try to turn me too early? Before I was eighteen? I sighed in confusion as the microwave pinged. As I began to chew- it did not burn my fingers or my mouth as it should have done being fresh out the microwave- I thought some more. Why had I let Arthur- a guy who I considered to be, putting it nicely, a freak; kiss me like I did? While he was kissing me all I could think of how much I wanted him to rip off all my clothes and take me up against the open door to my parents flat. Not my usual reaction to a kiss with a random. And why had I no conscious need for blood? But I could still imagine the heady smell Arthur's had filled me up with, and lusted after the feeling I would have gained had it touched my lips. I stopped chewing the pizza as a wave of nausea rushed over me, oh god- I was going to vom.
I made it to the bathroom just in time- perfectly chewed pieces of pizza escaped from my stomach and into the toilet bowl. Disgusting. I felt my body return to normal as all the pizza was being flushed down. So eating was off the cards- wonderful. I grabbed the pink toothbrush- the one I always used on the odd occasion I stayed here and began brushing away; the mint in the paste was overpowering- but I just about managed to keep my nausea under control this time. It seemed also I was able to manage drinking water- so I took the cup down from the shelf above the sink and ran myself a glass.
