Entwined

Entwined Ch. 2

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The crescent moon hung above in the midnight sky. Snow was falling gently around me. It was cold, but I couldn’t feel it. Vampyres aren’t affected by weather.

I caught a few snowflakes in my hand and the slowly melted into drops of blood. I quickly wiped it away onto my jeans as I looked around. I remembered…the cul de sac. I was in the suburbs again, standing in front of my house. Where did the blood come from?

In front of me was a car wreck. The four-door, cherry-red Chevy was on fire from the gas leak. The truck was familiar...oh, it was my mom’s.

There she was, lying still at my feet. Blood stained her clothes, her pale skin, and the pavement. Her eyes were hazy; I knew because she was looking up at me sorrowfully. All I could do was stare back. I lifted my hand to my cheek, but I felt no tears. Why wasn’t I crying? The beautiful woman who gave me life was dead in front of me, and I couldn’t shed a single tear. Why couldn’t I show sorrow for her? Did this make me heartless?

There was a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Bill, sympathy in his eyes. “She is going to watch over you from heaven. She will be your guardian angel.”

I couldn't speak. I tried to smile, but I was unable to. I felt like a porcelain doll.

He hugged me tightly, but I couldn’t move. The truck exploded again and the fire and gasoline consumed us.

“…Krystel? Krystel, is something the matter?”

I was snapped out of my daydream. I never daydreamed unless I was done with my work, but even then I would have been writing in my journal or drawing. I looked up at Neferet, who was my Vampyre Sociology 101 teacher. Her face clearly said that she was worried, even fearful. She reminded me of my mother… I didn’t have to look around to know that everyone was staring at me.

“Uh…I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind. I guess I spaced out…” It was the truth. Well, I think it was.

Neferet nodded, “I understand. You are not being reprimanded, but please see me after class.”

I sighed softly, “Yes, ma’am.”

She went back to the front of the class and continued on with her lecture about the ancient vampyres of Greece. I did my best to pay attention, but I felt like my mind was trying to pull me away. Images of blood and snow interrupted my vision. I swear I thought I smelled gasoline.

I looked to Samantha, who was sitting next to me. She had a confused expression. “What’s with you?” she mouthed.

I shrugged. 

The atmosphere was thick with mental assumptions.

“I believe you had a vision of some sort?” Neferet sat behind her desk and looked at me carefully. Her posture was proper, with both of her arms folded neatly on the wooden table top.

“Well, it was sort of a memory,” I said softly, fearful of breaking eye contact, “It was of my mother’s death.”

“I’m very sorry.” Neferet closed her eyes, “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

“I was kind of young, so I don’t think it affected me that much.”

“What there anything out of place in your memory?”

I hesitated before answering, my gaze averting to the floor, “Yes, Bill was standing next to me when the truck exploded.”

“Bill Kaulitz?” Her curiosity was palpable. “Was Tom there as well?”