~Jasam's Rain~ (Undergoing serious editing)- Read at your own risk.

Chapter 2: Nightmare

Chapter 2

After school I met up with Sultan and Tira under the old overgrown hibiscus tree across the street from the campus. It had become a ritual since our first day here. It was our spot, a fact the entire school body seemed to be aware of because for some strange reason no one hung out there.Ok so maybe that was my doing, guys tended to steer clear of me and girls, while so obviously attracted, were afraid to approach me, with Tira being the exception of course, apparently I’m scary .

When Sultan and I transferred to this school, while everyone else kept their distance, Tira came over to where we stood under our tree and introduced herself, as vibrant as ever and of course, being me, I tried to scare her off, quite unsuccessfully I might add, but instead of cowering under my  cold stare she smiled. Smiled!

“ You might have everyone else fooled, but I bet you’re not as bad-ass as you look, so you might as well wipe that fierce expression off that handsome little face of yours”, she then grabbed my hand pumping it vigourously;

“Im Tira Bently by the way”, I could only stare at her in shocked disbelief, she wasn’t afraid!, she was the first human I’d ever come across who didn’t flinch under my icy glare, who didn’t take one look at my seemingly dangerous stance and flee in the opposite direction. I was secretly pleased.

People usually jumped to the conclusion that I disliked them, they’d be shocked to know that wasn’t the case at all, I was actually envious, though I never admit it. I envied them their ability to exist without having to keep what they were from the world, I envied them their ignorance, they had no idea the evil that existed on this planet.

I envied them their normalcy and their happiness, while they envied me for my wealth and good looks. They saw my family as extraordinarily opulent individuals who drove expensive vehicles and wore top of the line clothes.

I’d eavesdropped on many conversations in which people stated how they wished they had our life, so easy, so simple, so perfect. Idiots they did’nt know the half of it. Tira knew though, she understood. The same day we met, after she finally released my hand , she had turned to Sultan with that same creepy lopsided grin and intelligent eyes and he was immediately enveloped in a trance and has been since that very day. Of course after that instance, we were inseparable, in the first week of our union, we knew her inside out, her every secret, dreams and aspirations and thanks to Sultan, she knew ours, he told her everything, and she believed him, something that shocked me even more than her apparent ease around me, she took everything in stride.

She didn’t believe in the word impossible and that made my respect for her sky rocket. What we found out about her is that, while intelligent and impossibly happy, she was also very trusting, too trusting and so Sultan and I made it our duty to look out for her in every way possible, though we probably made it impossible for her to truly have a life, we were always with her and since guys feared Sultan and me, they never approached her. Not that she seemed to care anyway, before us, she never had any friends, people perceive her as being somewhat annoying and she had the gall the wonder why. The only thing we had in common was that we both came from affluent families.

Tira’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bently, were both very successful lawyers, while my parents, in eras past held various occupations; doctors, lawyers, jounalists,, novelists,entraprenours etc. Yes being immortal has its perks. Mom and Dad were a little over three hundred years, my twin brothers, were one hundred and three, my sister, eighty-seven, while Sultan and I were eighteen.

All condoloids are immortal, we stop aging whenever our subconcious deem it appropriate. Sultan and I are conveniently just passing through our first cycle and wouldn't you know it, Sven is immortal as well. It was rumored that he and I have the ability to make others immortal, I’ve never tried of course, I have no idea how to anyway and I couldn’t care less, but….”