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Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: January 14, 2010

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Chapter 5
“You know, Vivian,” Morgan said to me in the next week as we stood around her kitchen drinking soda, taking a well-deserved break from training – they taught me how to write with a levitated pen! How cool is that?? – for the whole afternoon, “You’ve done so well this week – amazingly well. You’ve mastered like, what, twenty spells and potions, and you even learnt connection with living things. That’s like, impressive.”
“Thanks, Morgan,” I said, grinning. This was a lot coming from her. We had come so far since the day she revealed the big secret. Nowadays we were almost like normal friends.
Well. Except that I was a witch and she was my coven leader.
She slammed her soda can onto the kitchen top and announced, “I think we should teach her how to release her daemon.”
I gasped, and immediately felt excited. I had seen the others interacting with their daemons and have been looking forward to having my own.
“Really? You think I’m ready?” I was babbling now. I couldn’t help it, I was really psyched. “I mean, Marilyn thinks my mind is too impatient, and she says reading it is very frustrating sometimes, because I keep jumping my attention to something else when I’m annoyed with something that takes too long. I mean, life is short, why the heck waste it, you know? We should –”
“Who’s Marilyn?” Jean asked to calm me down.
I stopped thinking about my daemon and stared at her. I haven’t exactly mentioned to my spirit sisters that I hung out with vampires in my spare time. I know it’s really bad of me, but I don’t want them to know.
“Oh, just a cousin of mine. We hung out a lot in New York and we still contact each other sometimes online.” I said, hoping this would satisfy them.
“Does she read minds then?” Rosalie pressed on. I love Rosalie, I really do, but for a split second I wished a meteorite was hurtling towards us and hit her.
“No, not ex –”
“Vivian, are you lying to us?” Morgan asked. Only the leader could ask such a question and not get laughed at for being paranoid.
I really hate that question. I was a good liar – hey, it was what helped me survive in New York – but if someone asked such a direct question, I couldn’t keep it up.
“No,” I said meekly.
“You’re talking about Marilyn Callahan, aren’t you?” Don’t ask me how she knew. “She can read minds, because she’s –” She looked at my face, and smiled grimly. “But you already know all that.”
“Why didn’t you tell us, Viv?” This concerned question came from Jean.
“That doesn’t matter.” Morgan snapped. “What matters is that you lied to us. Even if you didn’t, we would have stopped it immediately. Witches are not allowed to mix with vampires.” She said the last word in disgust.
I was filled with loyal indignation for the family I had come to love so much. “The Callahan’s are a good family, and you cannot force me to –”
“Yes, I can.” Now she looked smug. “I’m the leader, and maybe I don’t have the right to do that, but I have the power to. Remember your place in this coven, Vivian.”
I was flabbergasted. Just a minute ago, I actually praised her! Well, it was in my mind, but it’s the thought that counts. “Jean, she’s –”
“No, Vivian.” Jean dropped her head for a moment but raised it again. She shot me a look. “Listen to Morgan.”
I looked at the four faces, and felt angry. Not shoot, my little brother drew on my homework angry, but I’ve been betrayed by my most loyal friends angry. Jean was acting exactly how she did that day. Would that ever change?
“You’re just a bunch of scaredy-cats!” Don’t ask me why I said that. I’ve been full of surprises lately. I turned to Morgan. “You think you’re so clever, huh, Morgan? ‘Ooh, I’m the leader, I make all the decisions.’ And poor Jean gets to be second her whole life!” The last sentence shocked her into silence. Rosalie, looking as timid as ever, clutched Danielle’s hand tightly.
“Rosalie!” I cried. “You cannot sit around your whole life, blabbering about life and nature, but be scared to death of arguments! You cannot just reach for Danielle’s hand every time you get scared!”She didn’t say anything but sniffled a little.
“And you!” I said accusingly at Jean, who glared at me in embarrassment about her being second. “I thought you said you offered advice? Or are you on board with the whole ‘witches do not hang out with vampires’ thing too?”
When no one said anything, I said, “Aarrggh!” in frustration and stomped out of the house without another word. I was sobbing. I had finally found friends, real friends, but they betrayed me.
I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t want to go home yet, Keith would ask too many questions. I couldn’t go back to Ashley, Leah, and Sandra, it would be too awkward and uncomfortable.
I found myself running to the Callahan’s house.
“Vivian?” Anthony was at my side in a second. “I heard you running here. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
I didn’t say anything. I took one look at his concerned face, and threw my arms around his neck, buried my face in his chest (it was like bashing my head against a concrete wall, but I might as well have been doing that at that time) and started bawling.
“Hey, hey.” I heard him say in panic. He put his arms around me and rocked me gently. “What’s wrong?”
I ignored his question and squeezed him tightly, breathing in his nice vampire smell. Suddenly, I felt very tired. Sleepy. I sagged against him.
“Whoa, Vivian. Are you okay?” He scooped me up into his arms like a baby. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his lack of heartbeat.
“Bring her in.” I knew it. Natasha had done this. Her powers of emotional manipulation were so discreetly used I barely even knew I was under her control.
But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
*****
I woke up in a zombie state. This time I knew where I was, I knew what had happened, and I knew why.
But I didn’t want to think about it.
“Vivian?” I heard Anthony’s voice. His cold hand stroked my hair comfortingly. He was sitting beside me on the guest bed, with his arm around my waist. “Are you awake?”
I turned over. “Yeah.” I smiled at him tiredly. I saw the rest of them standing in the doorway. I bet Natasha was still controlling my moods. That was why I didn’t feel like hurling.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
My smiled dropped. I looked at him tersely. “No.”
“The entire family’s here.” Richard stepped in and told me. “You’ve been so kind to us. Whatever trouble you’re in, Vivian, I’m sure we can help.”
“It’s…….It’s kinda personal.” I said. I didn’t want them to find out about Morgan saying bad things about them. “I don’t really want to talk about it now.”
He looked at my face intently, as if trying to guess my thoughts, before finally saying, “Of course. When you’re ready to tell us, we’ll be here.”
“Okay.” I mumbled. Anthony squeezed me comfortingly. “It’s all right, Vivian,” he murmured.
“Can I have a drink please?” My throat suddenly felt like a desert. Marilyn rushed forward with a glass of water. Gulping it down in a single second, I felt better. “Thanks, Lyn.”
“Did someone hurt you, Vivian?” Marilyn asked worriedly. She bent down to look at me. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” I said gently, to calm her down. “I just had a really big fight with my friends.” I tried not to think about those said friends being witches, as I didn’t want Marilyn to freak out even more. “We’re just not speaking at the moment.”
“Sheesh, Viv, then there was no need to freak out like that.” Pierre said. He unfolded his arms and walked into the room, sitting on my bed.
I glared at him.
He held up his hands, as if to say, Okay, okay, I won’t say anymore, but you know I’m right.
“Where’s Edmund?” I suddenly asked.
“He’s in South Africa for the moment.” Natasha replied. “Personal reasons.”
I tactfully decided not to pursue the matter.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell us what happened, Vivian.” Anthony said, hugging me close. “We don’t mind.”
Marilyn straightened up. “I know what’ll cheer you up!”
She went out of the room and was back in two seconds (I am not exaggerating). She held out an ice cream tub and a spoon.
“It’s ‘Chocolate Indulgence’,” she explained.
“Am I supposed to eat all that?” I blurted and immediately felt stupid. Did I think they would eat it and then let the food rot in their now defunct stomachs?
She wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Isn’t that what people do on TV when they’re upset?”
In spite of myself, I laughed. It was so Marilyn.
“Thanks, Lyn.” I took the tub from her and scooped up a spoonful and plopped it in my mouth to be polite. She looked delighted and sat down on my bed to watch me eat.
“Guys,” Anthony said, annoyed. Pierre and Marilyn were now staring at me eating. In total there were three vampires on my bed, and three standing around the room, and one with his arm around my waist. I should have been terrified. “Give her some room.”
“Speak for yourself, bro.” Pierre gestured to his arm around my waist. Anthony retracted it awkwardly.
“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind having all of you here.” I assured them. I snuggled up to Anthony more. I missed his arm around me. “You’re like family to me.”
Natasha, who had been quiet, smiled at this. “I didn’t even make her say that,” she said.
“Aw.” Pierre said, patting my hand. His felt ice cold – but of course, that was expected. “You’re like family to us, too, Viv. I almost want to put you in a headlock again and scream at you for trivial matters.”
“I think,” Anthony said through gritted teeth, “it’s time we send Vivian home.”
Panic bubbled up in my throat. I dreaded the prospect of going home to find an empty house. No one to talk to. No spells to learn. No potions to brew.
I’d rather poke my eye out. With a spoon.
“No.” I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice. “I want to stay here. With all of you.”
He eyed me in suspicion. “Are you sure? Keith might worry.”
“I’ll just tell him I’m spending the night at Marilyn’s.” She looked thrilled at the prospect of a real sleepover. “He won’t mind.”
“I’ll drive her home to get her things.” She volunteered.
Grudgingly, Anthony let me go with her. I hate to admit it, but sometimes he can get pretty protective of me. I guess it’s because it was him who revealed the secret to me (or at least, agreed with my accusation) and so he’s directly responsible for any interaction between me and a vampire.
We spent the night telling stories (mostly they talked, telling me about all the things that changed over the past century, and how “there weren’t Ipods in my time”) and playing board games. They almost died (oops, sorry) laughing when I told them Twilight led me to suspect they were vampires. For a bunch of vampires, they were pretty fun. Anthony hovered over me all the time, though, watching my every move.
“So what’s the best part about being a vampire?” I asked as we put away the Monopoly set.
Pierre stopped and thought about this. Marilyn peered at me, as if this would prompt her thinking. Natasha looked thoughtful. Richard seemed a little sad and Carleigha looked lovingly at him.
Anthony just looked pained.
“I don’t know, Viv.” Pierre finally said. He looked doubtful. “I guess it’s the speed. And also the superhuman strength. I feel like Superman’s evil twin sometimes.”
“Well, I think it’s being able to read people’s minds,” Marilyn said enthusiastically. “I mean, of course it gets annoying. Especially when you walk past SOME places, like bars, and you just wanna die –”
“The best part for me is definitely finding my soul mate.” Natasha sighed dramatically.
Pierre winked at her. “Forever and always, babe.”
“It would be love for me,” Carleigha said. She stared into Richard’s eyes.
“And for me, too.” Richard said. “My darling.”
Anthony looked like he wanted to hurl himself out of the nearest window.
Well. I couldn’t really blame him. These people are supposed to be his parents.
“What about you, Anthony?” I asked, trying to cheer him up. “What’s your favourite part?”
He glared at me, unnecessarily hostile. “There is no favourite part for me. I didn’t want this. None of us did. I’m grateful to Richard for changing me, of course, but this is not a gift. This is a curse.”
Tension hung high in the air after that statement. I regretted asking that question.
“I’m sure none of you like being a vampire very much,” I said gently, feeling it was the least I could do. “I’m sorry for asking.”
“Anthony,” Richard said tenderly. “I’m sure you have –”
“I wasn’t supposed to be like this!” he exploded. He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking me backwards, since I was leaning on him.
He turned his back on us and faced the window. His entire body was tensed.
“I wasn’t supposed to be a vampire.” He said, in a slightly softer tone.
“I was walking home with my friend one night,” he said. We all had stopped moving and looked at his back intently. They all carried grim expressions. I bet they had heard his story before.
I bet it didn’t end very happy.
“We got attacked by a group of them. Nomadic, I think.” he paused, and lifted his head slightly. “They toyed with us for over an hour. I remember being tortured.
“Then they gave us an ultimatum: they would only kill one of us. The other would be left alone.” His voice wavered a little at the last part.
“Bernard – my best friend, my childhood companion – gave me up. He pushed me to them, and begged them to spare him. The traitor!” He spat out the last word vehemently. “After all those years of friendship. After all we’d been through. He gave me up in a single second!” He banged his fist on the wall beside the window, causing a slight dent.
He was silent for a while.
“I went back once, you know,” he said in a quiet tone. “To check on him. He had a wife – a very loving woman – and three healthy children. Things I should’ve gotten. Things I’ll never have.”
At this, the others exchanged surprised glances. This was probably the first time he ever mentioned this.
“Richard, let me finish!” he snapped suddenly, even though I wasn’t sure if Richard had even opened his mouth.
Sensitive hearing was no joke.
“I wanted to kill him. I wanted to tear him apart and make him suffer the same pain I did, when they changed me and left me for dead in that alley – until Richard found me. I wanted revenge.” His voice dripped with malice.
I shuddered. This was the side of Anthony I’d come to know but despise. His cruel side.
“But just as I was going to knock – I was standing at his window, looking in, you see – I saw that they had started to pray. I decided to let him have his last prayer before I killed him.” He said this as-a-matter-of-factly.
“Then I heard what he was saying as he led the prayer. It was about me.” His voice was filled with surprise, as if it even shocked himself.
“He said, ‘Lord, thank you for all the food we eat, thank you for giving us a happy home and healthy bodies.
“‘Thank you for my beautiful wife, and my lovely children, whom I am blessed with. Thank you for their safe deliveries, and thank you for giving us the chance to be their parents.
“‘We send our love to Aunt May and Uncle Howard. We send our love to Mrs. Lovett, the kindest woman who ever lived. We send our love to Mr. Milton. May all their souls rest in peace.
“‘But most of all, we send our love to Anthony Jenson, the man whom is the reason I am standing here today.’” Anthony’s voice broke at this part. He started shuddering all over. Was he crying? I never read that vampires could cry. Did it hurt?
“‘Send my deepest and sincerest regrets to him, for not being as brave as he was that fateful day, when my own selfishness took him away from me. My best friend,’” Anthony breathed. “‘May you have found peace, and enough good in your heart to forgive me for the terrible crime I had committed so many years ago,’” Anthony was full-on crying at this part.
“‘Betrayal.’” He finished.
Richard walked over to him and squeezed his shoulder. “It’s okay, my son. It’s all right.”
“I’m sorry, Anthony.” I said. I was crying too. I felt so bad for him. I felt terrible! What a tragic story. “I’m sorry it had to happen like that.”
“I’m sorry too.” Anthony said, putting his hand over Richard’s. “But after regret comes forgiveness.”
I stared at him, wondering what he meant.
Then I knew.
This was his way of finally letting go.
*****
I spent the next few days mostly with the Callahan’s. Anthony’s confession had made him a changed man. He was happier, and lighter, and not so brooding. I found it easier to talk to him, and the whole family liked the new him too.
“Come on,” Anthony beckoned to me. “On my back. I wanna show you something.”
“Oh, no.” I waved my hands frantically in front of me. Even though I was glad he was more enthusiastic these days, he was OVER-enthusiastic sometimes. “I’m NEVER getting on your back.”
“I wanna bring you somewhere!” he insisted.
“Too bad.” I folded my arms in rebellion. “You’re just gonna have to walk there with me.”
He looked at me, smiling. I smiled back, despite supposedly being defiant. Normally my reaction would have triggered a more nasty response.
In a second – I mean it literally – he had me on his back, with my arms around his neck. And he took off running.
“Anthony!” I screamed, though the wind drowned out most of my words, if not he would have had a heck of an earful. “Let me down now! Please!”
“Relax!” he shouted back. “I know where we’re going! Just sit back and enjoy the ride!”
This shut me up. I found myself admiring the surrounding scenery a little (though I couldn’t really see anything – it all passed by in a blur), and enjoying the feel on my arms around his neck (though I had to cling on pretty tight, for fear of falling down).
When we finally stopped, I realized it was at a cliffside. We were looking at the sea, peaceful and tranquil.
“Beautiful, right?” he murmured. “I come here sometimes to think.”
In a smooth step, he had his arm around my waist and lifted me with him as we climbed the tree. Before I knew it, we were sitting on a branch. I looked down and felt like hurling.
“Easy.” He said gently, patting my back. “Focus on the sea.”
I did as he said, and found that it worked.
A comfortable silence passed.
“You know, I never answered your question.” He suddenly said, startling me with his deep, velvety voice.
“Huh?”
“You asked us that night. What’s the best part of being a vampire?” he prompted me to remember.
“Oh,” I said uncomfortably. “That.”
“Want to know what the best part is for me?” he asked, grinning.
“Okay, what?”
“It’s meeting you,” he said. I swear, his golden eyes could see through me, into my soul, until no barriers separated us, and we were one.
Stupid golden eyes.
“Oh,” I said, dropping my eyes from his, “really?”
“Absolutely.” He dipped a finger under my chin to bring my face up to his again.
And then it happened.
It was like something passed between us. A deep connection, I guess. All those days of hanging out, talking, fooling around, joking, sharing intimate conversations……
Was he just a friend?
“You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were beautiful.” He whispered, stilling gazing intensely at me.
I pondered over this. Was I beautiful? I mean, no one (except my mother, but she’s not counted) ever told me to my face I was pretty. I had heard some people talking about me behind my back about how I looked, and some were compliments, but I never really thought myself beautiful.
He started leaning into me, eyes on my lips. Damn! What was my decision? Did I love him? Or not?
Thankfully, his face stopped just as it was two inches away from mine. He looked up.
“Richard is calling.” He murmured. “We have to go.”
I nodded dumbly and obediently climbed onto his back. We walked (or ran, or rode, or whatever) home in silence.
What did it mean? Was he going to kiss me back there?
“Vivian! There you are!” Carleigha said, Marilyn, and Natasha trailing after her as they walked out of the house to greet us. If they noticed the arm Anthony had flung around my shoulders, they didn’t say anything. “Keith has been calling. He wants you home. Something has come up.”
My mind immediately flew to my spirit sisters (since it was only logical they called my house to try to explain themselves – only there was nothing to explain). I remembered Marilyn and tried to push the thought away unsuccessfully.
She frowned at me.
“What’s going on?” she said suspiciously.
“What?” Anthony looked at my guilty face and at Marilyn and at me again. “What did you hear?”
“Vivian is hiding something from us,” she announced.
Natasha’s eyes flew to me accusingly. I looked down at the ground.
“Is that true, Vivian?” Carleigha asked gently.
I nodded reluctantly. I might as well come clean with it now. Marilyn would know if I lied anyway.
“Come inside, then,” Richard, whom I did not notice earlier, said quietly. “We have much to talk about.”
*****
I found myself telling him what happened, right from the start. He sat down on the bed and listened intently, sometimes nodding his head and prompting me. As I talked, I felt Anthony tense beside me. He was disgusted by my so-called loyal friends, too.
“And so I came here,” I finished eventually. “I just couldn’t stand them insulting you guys.”
Richard processed everything I said for a while. Finally, he said slowly, “Vivian, we appreciate your faith in us. You’ve become such a part of the family, and it’s almost as if you’re a daughter to me, but –” he paused, looked over at Carleigha, Marilyn, Natasha, and Pierre. “– I think you should listen to your spirit sisters.”
“WHAT?” My voice kinda broke, but I didn’t care. “You want me to stay away from you guys?”
“It’s not that, dear.” Carleigha stepped in to assure me. She touched Richard’s shoulder. “But you must understand that it is a rule that witches do not interact with vampires.”
“Why?” I cried out. Anthony tightened the arm around me to calm me down. Where was Natasha when you needed her?
“Because not everyone is as friendly to vampires as you are, Viv.” Pierre said quietly. He remained motionless against the doorway but spoke with a calm sadness. “There are others who hunt us.”
I understood. They didn’t want me to get misconstrued as helping them, and end up getting killed in the fight. “But don’t you guys drink….uh….animal blood only?”
Marilyn, for the first time, scowled. “THEY don’t think it matters. As long as your heart hasn’t been beating for the past century, you’re their enemy.”
“That’s horrible!” I sat up straighter in bed and became painfully aware that I was the only one that was lying in bed besides Anthony. I threw back the covers and hugged my knees to my chest.
“Yes, it is.” Richard said. He walked over and stood next to Carleigha. “That is why we don’t want you to get hurt. You have to stop coming here. Apologise to your spirit sisters. Join them again.” He glared at Natasha, who tried to pretend she didn’t see.
I looked at Anthony, who was sitting next to me quietly the whole time. “Anthony?”
“Anthony, send her home.” Richard ordered. His face was hard and serious, the opposite of the calm and gentle Richard I knew. “I’m sorry it has to be this way.”
Without another word, Anthony got up, scooped me right off the bed, and carried me downstairs. He ignored my screaming and shouting. He turned a deaf ear to my threats of suing (I wasn’t REALLY going to). He pretended he didn’t hear me screeching into his ear, and I KNEW his definitely heard me, since I saw him wincing a little but stoically carrying on. Plus, he has that sensitive hearing thing.
He plopped me into the car, slammed the door before I could get out, and locked it.
“Let me out!” I demanded as he calmly inserted the key into the ignition and started driving away from the house. “Please, let me go!”
Anthony, without taking his eyes off the road, said in a broken voice, “Believe me, this is harder for me than it is for you.”
That shut me up. I stared at him the whole way home, wondering what he had meant by that.
Before I knew it, we had arrived. He pulled up the car, and, still staring straight ahead, said, “Go.”
That hurt.
“Anthony?” I asked pleadingly. I grabbed his arm and shook him. “Anthony. Please. Look at me.”
He looked at me, his face still expressionless.
“Stop! Stop doing that!” I screamed at him. “Just because you’re a stupid vampire doesn’t mean you have to act cold and tough every time!”
“Look,” he started, his voice still cold. “I don’t like this any better than you do.”
“I know.” I reached over and hugged him. “I’d hate to be separated from you. You’re like my best friend. This sucks.”
He stiffened. “Vivian.”
I broke the hug and looked at him. He reached over to stroke my hair. I felt unsure of myself all of a sudden, and paid excess attention to the fact that his hand was gently brushing against my thigh, while the other fingered my hair softly.
“I love you. I always have, and I always will.” He whispered softly.
I didn’t know what to do. I figured I sort of liked him back, but…..
He leaned over and whispered some Italian words I didn’t understand. But even though they were in a foreign language, they begged me to understand his pain, his love, and his eventual decision.
His lips pressed gently on mine. I relished the feeling, it was sort of like dark chocolate: bitter, but in the sweetest way possible.
I was literally in ecstasy.
We kissed for a few more delightful seconds before he broke it and smiled. “I needed that.” He picked up my hand, using his thumb to stroke it tenderly. “Vivian. No matter how long we may not see each other. No matter how far apart we may be. No matter what you feel. I will always love you.”
I smiled, little tears in my eyes. It was so unfair.
“Wait for me.” he whispered, as if the time apart would change what we had.
I kissed his cheek softly. He smiled but nudged me gently away from him. (Such a gentleman) I reluctantly got out of the car.
As I watched him drive away, I felt as if a big piece of me broke off and floated after him too.
Silently, with tears flowing freely down my cheeks, I touched my lips, still tingling delightfully from the kiss.
Wait for me too, Anthony.


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