Okay, so this is a project I’ve started a long time ago, which I couldn’t forget about. It’s a longer story, and I don’t focus on actions that much, as I do with character development. I want to see where it brings me, so there it is: Another Vampire Story.
Chapter 1- Beginning of the beginning
The glass broke into a thousand pieces and a smile crossed my face. I can be so clumsy sometimes.
I clean the mess I made quickly, but a piece of the shattered glass cuts my finger, and I had to refill another piece of my extravagant china with water, while looking for a plaster. All at the same time. It doesn’t sound great for my not-so- good coordination. Fortunately, no more accidents occur, and I move my feet lazily back to the loveseat and look for the history book. Hmm, I was sure that I left it on the coffee table. But no. I headed back to the kitchen and there it was. The book with the pages torn and yellowed from the amount of times it was used.
This happened way too much in the past two weeks. Things disappearing and reappearing. I really must take a proper holiday. I start having hallucinations.
I went back to the living room with my hand occupied and slouched on the sofa. I opened the book on a random page. I wasn’t very interested in it, but I needed to get me away from things.Of course, I could start another case, but this is too boring. It’s either a precious jewellery being stolen or someone murdered.
Don’t jump to conclusions. Being a detective like me,is very hard ,but in my 24 years, I never missed a case and I can say that I’m the best in this branch. The cases are always repeating.They all follow the same pattern. So, just like I have said. Boring.
I lowered my gaze, towards the bottom of the page, at a black and white photo where 3 pairs of eyes were looking at me. The captioned read : ” Sons of sheriff disappeared without a trace. White Grove- 1830. In the picture (from left to right) Lewis , William and respectively Benjamin Farewell.”. I studied their faces briefly for a second. The old, bearded man, with crinkles at the eyes and kind smile was the sheriff for sure -William. The one beside him was a boy no older then 16, with a round that face that beheld both childhood and maturity- Benjamin. And then, there was Lewis. I studied him in more detail than the others. He was beautiful. His face seemed sculpted, no older than 25, and had a smile so innocent, that it made me smirk just by looking at it. I closed the book with a thud.
I had a feeling that I was being watched. Stop Serenity, I thought. It’s paranoia. Just paranoia. I’m a detective after all, I must always feel this way, right?
I looked at the clock, which I positioned above the Plasma t.v. It read 22:04.
I got up slowly and headed to my bedroom. I changed into my baby blue pyjamas and looked around my room for my phone. I scanned the large bedroom quickly, went past the double bed, covered in red silk sheets, past my bureau, containing my old- dusty laptop and towards the wooden wardrobe, but no. It wasn’t there.
And then, it started ringing.
I started running in vain desperation that the ringtone won’t stop, almost trip on my own slippers and end up in front of the… rubbish bin???
With disgust I lowered myself and picked up the lighted object,which was my phone, from the bucket in subject. Clearly, I needed to visit a psychologist. Losing stuff like that… It doesn’t sound healthy does it?
I finally looked at the screen and see 5 missed calls from mom. Ouch. I will have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow. Even thought I am full-grown adult, she still doesn’t trust me.
”Sometimes I don’t even trust me, myself…” . I sighed and looked up to meet my perplexed expression reflecting on the shiny surface of the mirror.How much I changed in these 3 years. I remember the girl I used to be with melancholy. It was hard for me to move and leave my life behind, for a much, much bigger city, far away from my family, who now live miles away. It was so hard, for a small girl like me in a big city with huge dreams. I remember how happy, and lucky I thought I was when I got into DeTinvo. Of course, for a girl that still was in college, it was hard to gain the respect of others. I mean, a coffee girl doesn’t sound to prestigious. But when a twisted case came up, I was the only one to know how to solve the puzzle. And since then, I am seen as the ”specialist”.I finally climbed the ladder of success, only to realise how mischievous this world is. To be fair, the pay check isn’t to ignore. This helped me buy my beautiful house, but sometimes I think that the money is just not worthy any more. If you were to choose between money and career and friends, spare time, freedom, what would you chose?
I think that, personally, I made the wrong decision.
And this had consequences. Especially physically. My deep brown eyes lost a bit of the sparkle they had , and you find a big pairs of dark circles underneath them, all framed by huge glasses, my lips aren’t as red as before and there is definitely no more gloss about my hair. I sighed.
Yes, I definitely made the wrong decision.
But I can’t back up now.Not when so many people count on me. Especially Skylar Jenkins, who waits for Winters to be behind bars. I will not let this customer down.
So, I might just as well, build a bridge and get over it.
And as always, the train of my thoughts bring me farther and farther away, until I reach my one and only ”taboo” subject- him. The person that made me feel so different, in such a good way, from the first time I saw him, working in the company, and always smiled the smile that I loved. He made me feel so special. I smiled reflecting back, but then a frown crossed my face. Everything was fine until the last day , he loved me until that very last day of late August…. I was never important for ”him” was I? He was the reason why I smiled everyday and now he is the reason why I cry everyday.
A tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly dry it away with the sleeve of my pyjama, I promised myself that I would never shed a tear for ”him” ever again. A promise that was broken from the first day.
But, after all, I shouldn’t be crying, should I? I mean, more than a year has gone by. I really have to get over it. Life is more than sulking everyday. I HAVE TO MOVE ON. I shouted to myself. I am going to become myself again. The happy version of myself. The version that I like better. I smiled. I wouldn’t let ”him” get to me again.
With sheer determination in my eyes, I set the alarm for 7 am, and arranged myself under the silky sheets, and slowly drifted into the world of dreams, where for the first very time, I was the queen.
Written by Princess Larra