Furs & Fangs: A Complicated Love Story

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

       It was Saturday morning. The house was empty while the rest of my family was still out on there little vacation. The sunlight filtered into the house, reflecting off bits of floating dusts. The rooms were all silent, creating an eerie still atmosphere.  The silence was almost calming though. It gave me time to think about how messed up my life was, but also how its been pretty good.

       I mean, technically you could say I was "going out" with Jack, but it really wasn't anything other than my attraction towards him. I mean, I wanted to be closer, but I haven't gotten the chance to do so. Maybe that would be different once I talked to him today over coffee at that little breakfast place downtown. It was supposed to be our official first "date". Funny, I don't think I've had one in the longest of time. But, i wasn't quite sure. I honestly don't remember...

      Argggg! My memory again! What the heck was wrong with me? I feel like every time I tried to bring something up from my past I come up blank. It was weirdest thing! I mean, I know who I am and where I am...I think. Who am I anyways? Other than being a vampire? I feel like I haven't quite found my place in the world. Maybe that's how I'm suppose to feel. An immortal without an identity.

       All this thinking was hurting my brain again so I went down stairs to watch some T.V. I grabbed a bag of Oreo cookies and plopped myself on our coach in front of the 72'' LCD flat-screen. Believe me when I say my parents have a high standard of living. Anyways, it felt good to just chill for a while. Less tension in the house. I honestly felt like I didn't;t know my mother sometimes when I talk to her.

       I mean, obviously I know shes my mother biologically, but other than that who was she? Other than a snobby rich young looking vamp mom? Ughhh and why was I still thinking? I though I had told myself to stop that so my brain wouldn't hurt anymore.

       After a while of being lazy me, I realized I probably should get ready to meet Jack. I then got up and was in my room within a blink of an eye. I flung everything out of my closet in a whirlwind of clothes into I found something that was flattering yet casual. I ended wearing a navy blue tank with a gray cardigan sweater, skinny jeans and brown stylish boots. I wore my hair in a side swept ponytail that came in loose waves down the front of my shoulder.

       Once I had finished putting on make-up, I tried to find find my favorite par of hoop earrings, but they were nowhere in my room. Huh. That was odd. I then ventured onto the second floor in my parent's room in search of them. Once I had made it in I headed over to my mom's vanity set, looking for the earrings. I mean, who knows, maybe she borrowed them without asking.

       Nope. They weren't their. Dang it! As I was about to turn to go, something silver coahgt my eye. It was a small shiny vile of the same stuff my mother had put in my blood yesterday. I snatched it in my hand and examined the contents by unscrewing the cap. The stuff was thin and watery, but had a clouded look to it. It smelled repulsive, just like blood to me always did. Was that why I never liked blood? Because of this stuff?

       But what was it? And why on earth was my mother giving it to me? I didn't like the looks of this. Not one bit. My mother was hiding something from me, and I absolutely had to find out what it was. Was she poisoning me? No, I would be dead if she was. Well, technically I already am "Dead"...I think.

       I whipped around as I herd the grand father clock downstairs go Ding, Dong, Ding Dong!Crap! I was late! I made it to the first floor in seconds and busted out the door. The air was crisp, cool, and fresh. The sunlight was high in the sky and made the colorful leaves on the trees look as vibrant as ever. I walked at a fast pace down the street because I really didn't need my car. Like I sad, the shop was just down town, witch was around the corner from my house.

       I entered the town square where a bunch of different shops were right next to the other going around the area. In the center of he square was a statue of I don't even know who, and far off in the distance I could get the slightest glimpse of the ocean and the sand. Because of the ocean there was a chilly breeze mixed with blown leaves and the taste of salt.

       Before I even saw the coffee shop aproaching, I could already feel the deep feeling in the pit of my stomache that only ment one thing: Jack was there. This made me run faster, adding a skip to my step, and forgetting everything about my mother and the silver vile. Once I entered, the shop bell dinged and and Jack looked towards me. He was sitting in the corner near a window, more of a private area, with a hundred watt smile that just made my day. I smiled back and walked over to him, pulling up a seat. The smells of the coffee warmed me right up and I felt ecstatic.

       "Hey!" I said, cheerfully.

       "Hey Els'! You seem in a good mood today."

      "Well ya...I guess I am! Why?"

       "Nothing, I just noticed. I like it! I bet it's cause you were just dying to see me right?"

       I rolled my eyes at him. Such a guy! "Ya, right. Let's go with that."

       He gripped his heart as if had just shot him or something. "Ouch! That hurt." he chuckled. I sort of laughed too. I mean you had to admit, Jack was an easy guy to be around. He was funny, always relaxed, and yeah he did make me happy to see him.

       "What are you getting anyways?" he asked.

       "Oh, well, it really doesn't matter. I can't taste it anyways, so usually just get whatever.

       His eyes widened in astonishment. "Seriously? You can't taste anything?"

       "No-pe" I said, popping the "p" sound.

       " Awww, that stinks. In fact that actually sucks! Get it? Vampire Humor."

       I narrowed my eyes at him. That was actually a subject I was meaning to talk to him about, but I really didn't know how. "Ha ha, very funny. You can just shut up about that because that's not entirely true with me."

       He gave me a questiobale look. "Wait, what are you talking about? You are a vampire, right? Well, duh, you are. But do you not like blood or something?" I stared down at my hands, afraid to answer that. I knew I could trust him though, he would understand.

       "Well, actually...yes. I in fact don't really like blood. I mean, I drink it, but I've never really liked it. I don't know why, I just never really have."

       He leaned back in his chair and gave me a concerned look. "Wait, so let me get this straight. Your a Vampire. Who's mated to a werewolf. AND you don't like blood?"

       I nodded my head. "I know, it's wierd right? Iv'e always felt different. Even for being a vampire.  No one really understands though."

       "I understand." he said thoughtfully. "It's ok to be different sometimes. Even if we are already different just being werewolves and vampires! I like that about you Elsie. You're not like most vampires I've encountered. Plus I think you're the nicest, prettiest, and most unique one I've ever met."

       Yet again, he did the thing that makes my heart racee, makes my cheeks go red. I think he did really understaands me. He liked me for being who I am. He didn't care if I was different. Right then I felt our hearts sync into each others, and we both felt a true passion for one another, for whatever the reasons why. I was falling head over heels for Jack Florence.

       "Jack, I don't know what to say. I think you're the nicest guy, never mind person, to me in all my life. And I'm 200 years old! I just feel...I don't know...complete with you. If you can understand that."

       He stared at me with sparkling eyes, like I was this amazing thing that he was just lucky to be in the presence of right now. "Thank you Elsie." He then glanced at the clock in the corner wall of the Cafe'. "Hey I actually got to start heading back. Did you wanna go for a walk in the woods with me?"

       My heart stopped. "Ya, i think would be really nice." And so we both got up and he reached out for my hand. I was hesitant at first, but then I relaxed and allowed for the physical contact. We held hands as we walked out the door, ready to face the world. Together.