Daemon High: The Sense of Dread

Mindless yammering

After leaving Chef to clean up the mess we've made, we're out in the garden again, hanging out under the pavillion. Usually any normal person would be sleeping, but vampires are nocturnal and ghosts don't really need much sleep, so here we are, just chatting away about some random things, like the diffferences between men and women and whether or not men compare underwear like women do, or something like that, and why men like to compare dong size, and all that gender difference comparison.

"Well, we do that to assert dominance, it's all instinct ol' chap, you do it cause you care about looking good, even if its covered almost all the damned time," said Lawrence. I sighed and said "That's outta window. Soooo, you think Dad will ever use that musty old ship of his? I mean if he just keeps it at port and spends money just to clean it and not take it out for a spin, seems kinda like a waste you know?"

"Maybe we'll get to use it someday?" suggest Lawrence. I shrugged, "I hope, Maybe we can be pirates! We can rob from human trading ships! That'll be epic!"

"You sure? I don't think robbing steel tankers are a very good idea, I mean the cannons won't be able to penetrate the metal," said Lawrence. I tilted my head, "Since when did humans get metal ships again?"

"Woman, it's the 21st Century, the rest of the world us uses what Tiff calls Science, unlike us we use Magic, just look at Tiff, she's not local, she's seen it all out there. I never left the Isle, neither did you, but Fox did, he talks about giant metal birds called planes, and moving armored vehicles use for war called tanks, and small two wheeled ones call motorcycles, or motorbikes, Tiff can tell you all that, she's been hacking those things called satellites that the humans launch into space."

So, we're just sitting here talking, me listening to Lawrence talking about all this crazy stuff about the rest of the world relying on Science and apparently its pretty much true, sure we don't have what the rest of the world has like cars, bikes, jets and tanks, but according to Lawrence, those things produce a gas that breaks apart the atmosphere, I'm not much of an eco-freak, but when the atmosphere is the only thing keeping the sun off you, I'll pretty much prefer it here than everywhere else.

Lawrence tends to tell me these things that happened 'outside'. He talks about a world war, two in fact. I know about the second one, the one where one country blasted another country with what they call an atomic bomb. We didn't know about that. We did know about the first one, well my parents did, it's the reason why they're here. According to Dad, they were scared of an impending war after their last one, which happened, and so he worked with his old enemies, the Bethorys, whose rivalry we found during the first war during a 4 month trench battle, we were on the German side, they were French. Anyways. They somehow hitched a ride here, through the use of magic, which by the way was forbidden at that time. Ugh, that's a waste. Anyway, they found this place, and had an arguement on who should claim this place, well the Western part, we ended up dividing it into the North West and the South West. The North where we rule (Go team). The South where the Bethorys rule.

From that day onwords the Berringwoods were cut off from the rest of the world, but then again, who cares? This place is great, we found people just like us, well not really, we found the Folk and humans, but at least here Magic is our driving power, which actually makes life a lot easier. Heard the people 'outside' don't even have some form of teleportation, save the phone. I've always thought it was a voice teleporter.

I'm pretty sure I should say where Xiang and Lucy is, shouldn't I? Well, I have no idea where Xiang is, he's probably invisible, somewhere. Lucy is...sulking beside me.

"You know, we should really tried to get those two guys fixed, I mean this can't be good for their relationship, know what I'm saying?" said Lawrence. Lucy looked at him, she opened her mouth, and spoke for the first time since that incident. "Where is he?"

"Dunno," I said. Lawrence shrugged, "Like I how where his favourite hiding spot is."

"Though you guys were close?" I asked. Lawrence rolled his eyes, "It's only been a month since I've met him."

It's only been a month, damn Lucy, that's fast. Lawrence tilted his head, "You're doing that thing again."

"What?"

"You're licking your fangs, you do that when you think, what are you thinking about?" asked Lawrence, his eyes facing mine. I lick my fangs when I think? Huh, didn't notice that. I'm not suprised that Lawrence pointed that out. Nothing, not even the slightest detail escapes his eye, and I mean nothing. So if you're ever working in my palace, expect no privacy. 'Cause everything you do, Lawrence will see. I feel so violated.

I got up, slightly offended and disgusted by the thought and said "Wow, I need a bath."

"I creeped you out again?"

"Yeap, now move it, duckweed,"

"I prefer being called John Leonard Orr,"

"John who now? I thought your name was Lawrence Hollingberry?"

"Don't remind me that I'm delicious, I know that, don't need to emphazise that, but please do," said Lawrence as he leaned back on an invisible pillar, arms cushioning his head. I rolled my eyes. "Sometimes I wonder why I even talk to you, I mean, I don't have to, I'm in the upper class."

"You hate the upper class, remeber?" said Lawrence, with a smile. He's kinda right, i'm not like the rest of the nobles or princesses, I actually like to interact with my servants, and sometimes do things myself (Mostly because I can't trust Lawrence with my underwear). "Anyways, yeah, I need a bath, now buzz off."

"What? I'm not invited? Really?" asked Lawrence with a grin that would set trees on fire. i rolled my eyes and said "No."

I saw that mischevious glint in his eye. I snapped at him, "No peeking either, Tom." With that remark, he drooped a little, and gave me a bow. "As her Highness wishes."

"Dirtbag, don't remind me that."

"I'm more of a coal sack, than a dirtbag, your Highness."

"Can't argue with that, though, that's an insult to coal," I said with a smile. Lawrence laughed in responce. See? We usually joke around, no one gets hurt. Much. Now, I actually need a bath.

I shadowcloaked to my room, and turned to the bathroom. Usually in the olden days we have a tub, but here we have a bathtub. We might not have cars but we ain't low tech, we just don't understand car concept, or tank concept, or steel ship concept. How does a steel ship float? Hmm, something to think about during bath time.