220Running
It's bright behind my lids and the uneasy unconsciousness is just about easing up. I can feel his presence more than ever…and my ache for him is just as strong if not stronger…what the hell am I thinking? I can't believe I didn't see this, all my irrevocable feeling toward Peter seemed too good to be true and they obviously were. How could I not see he is a vampire and just let my fate fall into his hands and he took it and did what a vampire does…bit me? Only not to kill since I'm such a desirable, oh please, I may have been blessed with good genes…very good genes – pretty much the look of a gothic goddess from what I'm told – but why couldn't he choose someone else. I have a sister to take care of and I'm not abandoning her so his little fantasy is going to be cut short.
I drew my lids back and I felt his gaze and for once the usual warmth didn't grace my senses…there's nothing to feel warm about. He fucking stabbed me and then changed me into this. There is no way in hell I'm going to fall back into those arms seeking comfort. I got up off the bed and he started toward me…there's only one thing I can do – fake it. So I can get out of here alive or at least just get out he won't kill me at least not yet.
He pulled me to him and I fought my senses to giving into him once more…no…No…NO! His hand pulled me closer in same place he stabbed me last night and I found it is completely healed as my satin dress chafed against my creamy skin. My hand slipped down to his pocket – YES! – and what I felt was the contrary to my usual bad luck and I felt the key to his Porsche. He moved his lips to mine – don't think about it, Evie, he's evil remember, her can't be trusted, Evie! – And I had to internally yell at myself to not loose myself in his soft, seductive…stop it! I have to stop doing that. I reached my hand into his pocket and retrieved the key while I distracted him with my kiss. Then suddenly with my new strength I stomped on his foot and then kicked the already of balance Peter.
I ran down his grand staircase and out the front door jumping into his Porsche and staring in the car in a matter of a minute my new speed also is a great advantage since when I was human I could run faster than most of the people who won those track meets in Snoresville. I saw him running out of the house with a furious expression distorting his perfect godly features and then I slammed my foot on the accelerator.
Okay…90…100…110 miles per hour is my limit. I pulled in front of my Aunt Coraline's house and ran into it. She looked surprised by my sudden entrance as Sophie – still wearing the red satin dress – ate a muffin at her kitchen table. "Sophie, we need to leave, NOW!" I declared. She looked at me her eyes wide and she assessed me and got up gathering her muffin and jumped gracefully from the stool she sat on at the kitchen's breakfast nook. I ran upstairs grabbed my luggage in one hand and scooped Sophie up in the other when I was back on the first floor. "Thank you for your hospitality, Aunt Coraline." I thanked her and I put Sophie in the passenger seat buckled her in and ran to the driver's side after throwing the luggage in the trunk. He's getting close I can feel it.
A few tears dribbled from my eyes. I still love him so much that it hurts, but I can't be with him. He betrayed me, he turned me into this, and I will never forgive him for that and no matter how much I yearn for his kiss…his touch…his eyes to watch me with intrigue, I won't let that happen I love Sophie to expose her to this new world the world of darkness that I still seem to be straddling the line between the dim gray that is my life and the harsh black that is calling me.
I looked in the review mirror and saw his standing on Aunt Coraline's porch his face still contorted in anger and then I looked away. "Evie, don't cry." I heard Sophie's small sweet voice and knowing she is safe is all that matters. My lips turned into a slight smile and I took one hand off the wheel and placed my hand on top of her small warm one and she turned it palm up and clasped my hand tightly.
I drove to the airport and pulled out my cell phone when it vibrated in my leather jacket. "Hello" I answered. "Running, are we? You know I find you, where ever you run I'll track you down. How healthy do you think that will be for Sophie? Don't you think you brought enough tears to those beautiful blue eyes of hers?" Peter spoke seductively and al I could do was snap my phone shut and shove it back in my pocket. His words left me guilty but as Sophie and I boarded out flight it began to ease slightly.
England, Two Years Later.
She stood in front of the deserted school tapping her small Converse clad foot. She had on cute black leggings, a black linen mini skirt – still appropriate for her age – and a red and black Audrey Hepburn t-shirt. Her short dark brown curly hair is bouncing up and down slightly in sink with the movement of her foot. Her lips are pulled down in a scowl that is hereditary, jeez; she's such a gorgeous little nine-year-old. As soon as I came into her line of sight her frown deepened and she pursed her red lips – naturally the color of the reddest roses. "You were supposed to be here a half hour ago. It's not like you ever sleep…so what kept you?" She asked, her once all American baby doll voice is a bit marred from the English accent now warring to take dominance, it is amazingly adorable.
"Well, I was out doing some errands and they ran kind of long, Soph." I smiled and looked down at her – well my English accent is back not too strong, but is definitely evident. She rolled her eyes, "And yet from all the time that you had today since you don't work during the day, you come to pick me up looking like that and you still look so beautiful." I wasn't sure if that was meant as a compliment or an insult. I mean I pinned back my curly bangs and they hang over the bobby pin and I threw my hair up in a messy bun and no make-up on besides my standard eyeliner not even bothering with eye shadow today.
"Thanks, Soph, I guess," I opened the door to the black Mustang…this was a present from my Aunt Kate, she sent me money for it from her own pocket and the contents of my pay from the Sanatorium which I never used since she always basically bought my clothes and other stuff, but most of my clothes are thrift store finds. She set my receiving the money my parents left for me next year instead of in two since I'm living on my own with Sophie. My excuse for all this is that Sophie and I loved Europe so much that we decided to make our trip permanent and not that I was scared for her safety if I returned home. I mean I can protect Soph, but I'm not sure if I could protect her as well.
We stopped at a restaurant and I got some food for Sophie. I sat on the other side of the table occasionally smiling when ever she looked up at me from eating her chicken and broccoli alfredo over penne. She is accustomed to me no longer eating with her but as longs as I sit with her while she does she doesn't make a fuss about not being hungry like I am she's always hungry. However, while she ate and I had nothing to do my thoughts drifted…Peter. I still love him and yet I can't be with him because of his damn betrayal condemning me to this. I still yearn for him even two fucking years later. What the hell is the matter with me? It's probably the fact that vampires don't forget as easily as humans when they are forever changed, by the love of their life no less.
I drove insanely fast through the street to our house…and this is another gift…what can I say my Aunt's loaded and she paid it in full. It's beautiful a Victorian-Gothic feel to it and pretty secluded and since we live on the outskirts from London in a smallish town which is just as boring as Snoresville and very Safe for Sophie. It's not as boring and to Sophie's delight and dismay she gets to come to work with me some nights at Masquerade – which is a piano bar where I sing – or Night – which is go figure a night club and I sing there as well – and both are conveniently located in London. Most people make a common mistake thinking all of England is basically London. Well that's a tourist for you. Her delight is that she can have as many Shirley Temples as she wants – which is Sprite and cherry flavored syrup and maraschino cherries – and her dismay is that she has to be bored out of her skull for my hour of work. I couldn't do anything else with her I don't trust anyone with her.
I walked up the porch and unlocked the door and Sophie pushed past me. She ran up the stairs and put down her black messenger bag. I glanced at the clock and caught the time – six o'clock. Bloody Hell! I have roughly about two hours to get ready and get to Masquerade, this should be interesting.
I turned the shower on to the scolding hot temperature the only way I like it. I stepped in and massaged my chocolate shampoo and conditioner into my hair and scalp. Then I lathered my creamy skin with my strawberry swirl body wash. I was content after a few moments of standing under the searing water pointlessly then I turned it off and stepped out. I wrapped a black towel around myself and then when into my room and pulled out my long silk black dress with slits up the sides that stopped mid-thigh and laid it on my comfy bed.
I styled my bangs to curl to perfection mimicking the bangs of the nineteen-twenties, and then let my hair fall to its normally curly dark brunette perfection. I clasped on my black strapless bra and put on a pair of plain black panties. Then I slipped on my silk black dress it fell over my every curve tantalizingly and my brunette hair flowed down my back like an endless cascade of curls. I put on some blunt crimson lipstick that is in perfect contrast to my skin and instead of my massive amount of eyeliner just enough to outline my hazel eyes. I slipped on my black stilettos and walked out of my room my heals clicking on the hard wood floor.
"Sophie, are you ready to leave?" I asked and then I saw her sitting on our black leather couch in her black Italian leather jacket and she smiled up at me as I descended the stairs. "You look so beautiful," She said flashing her stunning white smile. Note to self; don't let her date for a long, long time because if a boy caused the smile for any amount of time from heart break I may just have to break them.
We arrived at Masquerade and Sophie sat at the first table closest to the stage and she began to suck down a Shirley Temple, amazingly for a nine-year-old no sugar rushes. Then the music began to play and I sang a few songs, until we got to my favorite one, Fever by Peggy Lee.
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
I sang seductively and I heard Sophie giggle quietly. I smiled and flashed a stunning smile of my own and I had everyone in the piano bar's attention and it was almost like every man in the joint had a thought or two of what they could so with me. I could feel the lustful stares from the men and the resentful glares from every woman in the company of one of those men.
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Even Mathew the bartender had his jaw hanging wide open. Jeez, it's like a routine in this place this happens with every song I sing, but this is always the most suggestive all my songs and that is why its scheduled every time I sing here this song in particular brings Masquerade extra business and gives me more stockers but I set them strait with one bite, only they don't remember that part.
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her,
He said Julie, baby, you're my flame.
Thou givest fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm a fire
Fever, yay, I burn forsooth
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him,
She said daddy, no, don't you dare
He gives me fever,
With his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever I'm his Mrs.
Daddy, won' t you treat him right
I licked my red lips to moisten them a bit from singing and gave a dazzling smile and I heard Sophie giggle softly once more. Then I closed the song seductively letting some of my feather white leg be revealed from my slit in the side of the dress.
Now you've listened to my story,
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live, you learn
Fever, till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
Work was over and I was confronted by one of those over anxious stocker types and He pulled me into a back room of Masquerade and then I sensed something from him, he's a vampire and from the urgency of this he isn't here on a passing by. "Miss Evelyn Somers, I'm here-" I cut him off and grazed my lips to his neck and sunk my teeth into his throat there is no sparing this one. I drank deep, he was handsome and his taste was much better than his looks. I just have one thing I'm not gonna do, work here any longer and even if this vampire isn't in anyway in relation to Peter.
"Come on," I said to Sophie and wiped the lingering blood off my lips and I drove home for the night faster than normal.
A/N: All chapters that came after this are being completely rewritten from scratch. I got totally off course from where I wanted to take this and someone kindly informed me of that I do not recall the person, but thank you so much. I am working to improve this. Evie, went totally OOC with her not so innocent behaviors, she was never innocent but she wasn't supposed to be a slut. She totally jumped the gun far too many times. I am working on keeping her in her skin this time. Terribly sorry about this. Love you all. brunette-in-black.