said, “Bye, Grandpa,” and hung up the phone as he returned her goodbye.
She quickly opened the message; it was from Blaise. “I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. What you doing?”
She typed back, “Just talked to Grandpa and now about to read a book from the bookstore.”
After a few minutes, she got another message that read, “Oh, ok—text me when you’re done.”
Torn between reading the journal and talking to Blaise, she decided it would be a good thing not to be readily available all the time, so she chose to read the book and responded back. “Ok, ttyl”.
***
Larkin listened intently to Jezalyn’s conversation. A smile broke out as she described the scene outside. His own thoughts took over and consumed his mind; She sees the loveliness in things that most would only presume to be ordinary. I don’t believe anyone else would have greeted the trees back either, he thought . Then as if she had needed a defense for her way of thinking, Larkin continued to make a case in his head for her. Besides, most people would walk by without ever observing any part of their surroundings. I myself see only slumped over trees where she sees them bowing gracefully toward her. The wave of nostalgia returned as he thought about her perspective and presumable innocence. It was afterwards that he realized the old familiar sensation, almost painful, but pleasantly so were not his old feelings reemerging, but must belong if not to him then to Jezalyn. He assumed, She must have been flooded with emotions, or was it affection, as she read my memoirs, but before he could contemplate his new declaration, he heard her. She is reading again. Wait—she must have flipped to the center. Oh no! She is about to read one of my secrets.
Her voice rang in his head… I have changed… I do not know how. Isadora said that the only way that someone could turn into a vampire is to be drained almost to the point of death at which point they must be replenished with her blood. I was killed trying to protect her from a witch hunter who was trying to capture and place her on trial. When I fell down, I saw my brother pushing her into the forest. I awoke in a shallow grave and no one was in sight.
Larkin was not quite sure he wanted to know Jezalyn’s reaction, so he tried to block her thoughts but his efforts were useless. Vampire! Hmm, I wonder if it represents the animalistic battle between the two brothers for her love. On the other hand, could it represent the lust that humans have; it consumes their very existence, thus making them entwine and destined to become one. He listened as she abandoned the vampire analysis and fixated on what she deemed the most heart-breaking portion of the story. Pushing her! She did not want to leave him, especially since she had not turned him to be her companion yet. I wonder if vampires get heartbroken—that is a silly notion. I don’t believe I would be able to watch the love of my life die before my eyes. I would have struggled to be removed too.
***
Jezalyn was finishing her thoughts, when she glanced over and noticed the time. Where did the morning go? I need to work on my homework, so I guess I will have to wait until later to find out if he goes searching for her. She carefully gathered the papers up, deposited them back in the box, and brought them into her bedroom where she placed them onto her dresser. After setting the memoir aside, Jezalyn grabbed her bag before returning to the living room where she commenced to toil away on her assignments.
***
As Jezalyn sat on her couch doing her homework, across the world a man sat on a ten-foot throne shrouded deep within the Carpathian Mountains near the crumbling ruins of a stone grotto that overlooked a misty wooded valley. The medley of brooks, which sparkled as the water glided over and around old stone boulders, echoed through the valley. He found himself paralyzed with emotion and finally released a sinister snarl accompanied by a
She quickly opened the message; it was from Blaise. “I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. What you doing?”
She typed back, “Just talked to Grandpa and now about to read a book from the bookstore.”
After a few minutes, she got another message that read, “Oh, ok—text me when you’re done.”
Torn between reading the journal and talking to Blaise, she decided it would be a good thing not to be readily available all the time, so she chose to read the book and responded back. “Ok, ttyl”.
***
Larkin listened intently to Jezalyn’s conversation. A smile broke out as she described the scene outside. His own thoughts took over and consumed his mind; She sees the loveliness in things that most would only presume to be ordinary. I don’t believe anyone else would have greeted the trees back either, he thought . Then as if she had needed a defense for her way of thinking, Larkin continued to make a case in his head for her. Besides, most people would walk by without ever observing any part of their surroundings. I myself see only slumped over trees where she sees them bowing gracefully toward her. The wave of nostalgia returned as he thought about her perspective and presumable innocence. It was afterwards that he realized the old familiar sensation, almost painful, but pleasantly so were not his old feelings reemerging, but must belong if not to him then to Jezalyn. He assumed, She must have been flooded with emotions, or was it affection, as she read my memoirs, but before he could contemplate his new declaration, he heard her. She is reading again. Wait—she must have flipped to the center. Oh no! She is about to read one of my secrets.
Her voice rang in his head… I have changed… I do not know how. Isadora said that the only way that someone could turn into a vampire is to be drained almost to the point of death at which point they must be replenished with her blood. I was killed trying to protect her from a witch hunter who was trying to capture and place her on trial. When I fell down, I saw my brother pushing her into the forest. I awoke in a shallow grave and no one was in sight.
Larkin was not quite sure he wanted to know Jezalyn’s reaction, so he tried to block her thoughts but his efforts were useless. Vampire! Hmm, I wonder if it represents the animalistic battle between the two brothers for her love. On the other hand, could it represent the lust that humans have; it consumes their very existence, thus making them entwine and destined to become one. He listened as she abandoned the vampire analysis and fixated on what she deemed the most heart-breaking portion of the story. Pushing her! She did not want to leave him, especially since she had not turned him to be her companion yet. I wonder if vampires get heartbroken—that is a silly notion. I don’t believe I would be able to watch the love of my life die before my eyes. I would have struggled to be removed too.
***
Jezalyn was finishing her thoughts, when she glanced over and noticed the time. Where did the morning go? I need to work on my homework, so I guess I will have to wait until later to find out if he goes searching for her. She carefully gathered the papers up, deposited them back in the box, and brought them into her bedroom where she placed them onto her dresser. After setting the memoir aside, Jezalyn grabbed her bag before returning to the living room where she commenced to toil away on her assignments.
***
As Jezalyn sat on her couch doing her homework, across the world a man sat on a ten-foot throne shrouded deep within the Carpathian Mountains near the crumbling ruins of a stone grotto that overlooked a misty wooded valley. The medley of brooks, which sparkled as the water glided over and around old stone boulders, echoed through the valley. He found himself paralyzed with emotion and finally released a sinister snarl accompanied by a
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