Part One
Chapter One
"Where are you from?"
"Up the road. Mt. Serius." The boy was young, and positively nieve.
The men around the bar laughed. "Oh?" One finally said.
"Mt. Serius!" Another mocked.
The bartender laughed. "Okay, okay enough. We don't want to scare away our new friend. We will have fun with you now won't we."
I sat at my table, alone. I couldn't block it out. Their ideas to harm this poor guy. I could hear their thoughts screaming at me, but they definatly could not hear mine.
I stood up, dropped a few dollars on the table for my drink and headed over to the poor guy.
"Oh Joshua! How I've missed you so much! Good to see you old friend."
He gave me a puzzled look. He knew he'd never seen or met me before. I winked.
"Oh?" He murmured.
"Why don't we catch up, and head to my apartment to look through the old photobook?"
He nodded. I knew he was confused.
::Your safe:: I tried sending him a tellapathical message.
His mind stayed calm and thought is was his own concions.
Once outside I nodded over to my car. He still looked puzzled but his thoughts told me that he knew, more thought, he could take me down if the need be.
In my car I started to drive away, silent. I couldn't talk yet. I had to be silent.
Miles up the road I decided it was safe to talk. Not the best idea, but a good part of me said I should tell this guy my intentions with him.
"Listen kid, this town isn't for tourists."
He laughed. "Kid? And I'm not a tourist. I happen to live really close."
"So they knew you were coming." I mumbled.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I turned right going up the road to Serius. "Don't come back or else they will get to you. Their ideas weren't very jolly."
"Uhm, ma'am-"
"Seria."
"Seria, those guys were perfectly fine. Guy humor."
I laughed at his incolence. As if I didn't know the people in my own town. "Their humor is much different from the ones you are used to. Listen, all I'm saying, is you were lucky I was there. Next time there will no be 'get out of jail free card'."
After this he was quiet. I tried rumaging through his thoughs, but they were tipical guy thoughs. Football, girls, parties, one night stands. A tipical, adolecensed young adult.
I looked through his memories to see what house he lived in and what road it was on. I was in the basic living area of Serius.
"So, nice meeting you, and next time don't come to my town unless you want to die." I was frank, I couldn't help it.
I pulled up in front of a nice, bright yellow house on the end of the road.
"How did you know where I lived?"
I smiled. "Don't come to my town. Other people are like me, but worse. Well, not as intelligent." I laughed at my own joke. "Just don't come to my town again. Toodles."
He got out in awe, shut the door, and walked up to his house.
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Home. I breathed in air. Nice, but no one to greet me when I got home. Not even a puppy or any animal.
I threw the keys down on the counter and noticed a note.
Who had been in my house? That was all I wanted to know.
I picked up the note.
"Marcus." I said quietly.
"Yes?"
Marcus came from my back office. "Lovely files you have in there."
"How the hell did you get in?" I was worried. We broke up a long time ago, he didn't still have a key. Did he?
He laughed, he read my thoughts. "Darling, the law last week was just put into groove today. No locks."
"Why?" I was lost all week.
"Too many people are hiding them."
I started making coffee, I needed to wake up. I didn't know how I could be so tierd. "Oh. Well, do you think it's really that bad?"
"You know what they are doing to them. Don't say that it's not bad."
I laughed slightly. "I never said it was good. It's just, locks. Privacy. This way exboyfriends can't get in."
::I miss you:: He told me in my head. Old memories of us danced in my head. I closed my eyes and swayed to the tune of our song.
"Stop it." I said in a daze.
He wrapped his arms around me. That imbrace was always hard to break from.
"No." I wimpered.
He kissed me, and I couldn't lie to myself. I wanted it. But it was all wrong.
"No, no, no." I told him.
He kept kissing me. I couldn't pull away. I didn't want to, but I had to.
I punched him. "Let me go Marcus."
He pinned me up against the wall.
Chapter Two
"Seria, Seria, Seria." He sang. "You know when I'm angry I'll drop you like a hat."
I moaned. I hurt. This was the hardest he'd ever hit me.
"Now, tell me where dear 'Joshua' is."
I moaned in disaproval the way he was questioning me.
"I know, it hurts doesn't it." He laughed. "Now tell me where you took him."
"No. You don't need to know!" I yelled as loud as I could.
He threw me up against the wall again. "Tell me where he is or so help me God, I will kill you."
"You know what happens when you kill one of your own!"
He laughed. His menacing laugh. "Done it before and never got in any trouble. I have connections dear Seria."
"Your a beast! The only God you think of is yourself!"
I tried to distract him but his grip only got tighter on me. I could feel my life slipping away as if I was loosing air.
"Tell me, where he is."
His hand. His hand was on my neck, pinning me against a wall. How could he expect me to talk to him now.
::Where the hell is he?::
::I won't tell you. You don't need to know.::
::No one can sence him. Where did you take him::
I moved his hand away from my throat and tried to block my thoughs.
"You can sence him?" I asked out of breath.
"No damnit! Now tell me where you put him."
I laughed and walked away opening my front door. "It's time for you to leave Marcus.
Silent. For a long time. He finally walked out the door with a glare. I had pissed him off so bad, he didn't want to touch me I suppose.
"Seria, next time I see you, and I have a question you better answer. You know I can't kill you. Don't use it to your advantage."
I nodded. "Bye now."
Brave was I? No. I knew that telling him to leave was a force of old law he follwed. Only get into a house invited into, and leave by force of effort.
My coffee was done, and ready in a cup with creamer. I dumped it down the drain.
"Not drinking anything you prepare Marcus." I said outloud.
::Wouldn't want you to.::
Our connection was still so strong, I could talk to him miles and miles away. Sometimes I wish I could have broken it a long time ago. But now, it was almost impossible. We had been through so much already, no barrier could really be broken.
I tried to see if I could tap into 'Joshua's' thoughts. Nothing, just the hum of him gental breath sleeping.
::Go into my town and die:: I told him as he slept.
After thinking of sleep I went to my own room and laid down, as if I could actually sleep the way I was.
I read four and a half books by the time the sun rose.
My phone woke me from my state of 'sleep'.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Seria, your little friend is coming back into town, and I don't think it's a good idea." Sheriff Rowly coughed. It was sad, he was old, and always would be.
"Okay." I sighed. "I'll be down to the border of town in a few minutes. Don't let him pass."
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"Are you effing kidding me!" He moaned. "I thought I got rid of you when you mysteriously drove me home!"
I groaned. "Look, again, don't come into my town. Please. I beg you."
He laughed. "Why can't I? Hmm? Danger, danger? Well I'm into danger thank you, and if you don't mind I would like to remind you that I am twenty one, fully able to handle what I dish up."
"Did you get my message last night?" It slipped.
He glanced over Sheriff Rowly, then back at me. "Message?"
"Nothing." I looked away.
"I had a dream that you-"
I cut him off. "If you come into town just make sure I'm with you."
He grinned. "You think I know you that well huh? Well I don't. And frankly your pissing me off and creeping me out."
"Fine, fine." I looked over at Rowly. "Let him pass. Any violence goes down call me."
I walked off back to my car. I couldn't be in the sun too long. My fair skin would burn to death. No tanning anymore. As I got in my car again, my phone rang.
It was Marcus.
I ignored the call.
::Meture of you.::
::Fuck off Marcus. You know what? I know what you want and your not getting it.::
He laughed and poked around in my head ::Pay attention to the road::
I drove safely home and once there I took in the air. Still no one to greet me when I got home. No kids, no husband or boyfriend, no family. Just myself and my thoughs. And the occational prodding at my mind by Marcus.
::You know I hate you.:: I growled.
::How could you? I told you I loved you and here I am, nobody.::
::You know why I left you and you know why I'm not turning back to you::
::It's not because I'm violent sometimes is it? Because you know I can be sweet when, it doesn't happen.::
I nodded in approval that it was not because of violence. He hopefully could sence that much of my movement. Usually he was prodding around more than my thoughs. He was tracing out my body, my figure, my being, in his head everytime I talked to him.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
I could feel him in my head.
Bang. Bang. Bash.
His thoughs were over powering mine.
Swoosh.
Memories of his began to flood in.
Bam.
I hit the floor, numb.
Chapter Three
"Oh how I loved you my dear silloete. Oh how you were mine when you gave yourself to me, my dear Marie Antonette. Oh how lovely you would be if you were mine, my lovely valentine."
On the floor. Cold.
::What happend?::
I couldn't talk, it hurt. It burned. I hurt.
::You couldn't handle my memory.::
::Help me::
"Oh now you lay here, alone and scared. Alone and scared with no one to hold you, or feast upon your beauty."
::Marcus! Help me.::
"I sing to you because you are my love, and until you realize it, there will be no savor."
::Marcus!::
I felt someone pick me up, gentally. Caring, and set me on my bed. I felt someone stroke my hair and lay next to me as I was numb. I felt someone cradle me, as I cried because the memories of us, were back.
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"That isn't right! You know I forgot most our relationship for a reason!"
We could forget any information we wanted to. It was how we worked.
"But I need you to remember what we had, Seria. I miss you." He reached for me, but I pulled away.
"No. I can't. You know why I left you, and I'm not chaning my mind."
He began to laugh. "Seria, my dove, you know that I stopped socailizing with that group."
"More like cult." I murmured.
He reached for my hand, and grabbed it before I could pull away. "My dear how I love your graceful s-"
My phone rang. It was in my pocket.
"Hello?"
"Uhm, Seria?"
"Yes? Who is this?"
"This is Seriff Rowly."
"What's wrong?"
"Your friend got in a little trouble. Are you alone?"
I looked over at Marcus who had walked away. "Not enterly."
"You need Marcus to leave, Doll. His gang just came over here to start things up with your friend."
I looked over again at Marcus. How could I get rid of him? I had to keep my thoughs calm and normal. "Uhm, how is your mother?" I tried to make it seem normal.
"My mother? Oh! He is fine, he seems able to keep them off him for a while. But you need to get down here as fast as you can."
"Okay, thank you."
I hung up the phone and walked over to Marcus.
"I need to think. About us." I left that up in the air for a while as he started at me, looking threw my thoughs.
::Can you go?::
::Sure.::
He gave me a kiss goodbye. I didn't want one, but I couldn't piss him off either. I walked him over to the door and shut the door as soon as he left.
Sit on the couch.
::Do I take him back? Do I leave him as he is?:: I kept thinking these thoughs so he'd put down his guard and leave me alone. Quit prodding through my thoughts was more like it.
Thirty minutes later I rushed and grabbed my keys to save John Doe.
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"Oh my God!" I rushed over to him and put my fingers over the wound. "Did I not fucking tell you to stay away!"
God was I pissed, but I couldn't have this on me. No way in hell. I couldn't have his blood on my hands, no. It was Marcus' doing. These were his-
"I know! I'm sorry! I didn't think it was this-"
I bit him.
"Ouch!"
::Goodnight.::
"Sheriff!"
Sheriff Rowly came over to me with a cot. "Lay him on this, hun."
I laid his body easily on the cot. "He'll be fine when he wakes up, but I can't leave him just yet."
"About that. I can't stay, trouble down at the station. You'll have to take him home with you."
I groaned. "Agreeable I suppose."
I picked him up with no effort, and set his limp body in the back of my car. Hopefully he would wake up at my house and not in my car, where he thought he was still being attacked.
Home. 5 minutes away. Home.
John Doe's thoughts were calm, and nothing seemed bad. His only wound was a few bruises and a few bites, he was mainly worried about the bite. How badly they would hurt him, why they hurt so badly?
I pulled into the driveway and looked around. No way Mrs. Callie could see this and not tell anyone. Her, seeing me pull a body into my house, with blood. She already thought I was a freak.
Clear.
Again I easily picked up his limp body and rushed through my door. The no locking law was begining to work in my favor.
::Anyone in there?::
::Five more minutes.:: His mind protested.
Laying his body on the couch I realized the wounds around him weren't Marcus'. They looked identical, they had to be someone in his family. But not him? How?
I knew he had a thing for this John Doe, this guy he somehow needed to find, to get to. Maybe even to kill. But that's illigal, didn't matter what you were.
A few minutes went by and I got worried. What if he would wake up? What if he was in a coma? Oh God, Oh God. My mind went wild.
A moan. A hurtful moan came to my ears. "Where the hell am I?" He sat up, noticed the pain rushing to his head and sat back down.
I came into view of where he lay on the couch. "Oh you."
"Do you not remember what I told you? And that I saved your sorry-"
"I told you I could take care of myself."
I glared at him. He couldn't have done this without me.
"But thank you." He sintched.
I nodded in approval. I would take that sorry thanks. At least he thanked me at all, and it showed he knew he was wrong to begin with.
He tried to get up. Forced himself to get up and winced. "I'm okay."
I nodded, he wasn't but I'd let him suffer so he'd feel the pain of being wrong.
"You know you have to stay here for a few days." I said quietly.
He groaned. "Why?"
"Because they will come back for you."
"How do you know?"
I laughed. "One of them is in love with me.
Chapter Four
I laid on the couch reading once again. Waiting to hear John Doe fall asleep, but it didn't come.
::Do you not sleep?:: I caressed to his mind.
::I'm fine. Shut up.:: He thought it was it's on thoughts.
::Don't tell me to shut up! Next time stay out of my- just stay out of town.::
"What?" He questioned out loud.
I set my book down and went into my room like any 'normal' person would do. "Yes?"
"I swear I heard you in-"
I couldn't lie, so I cut him off. "It's okay, just a little pain rushing to your head. Get some rest."
He attempted to get comfortable on the bed. "It's like this bed is new."
"I don't really sleep."
He nodded like it was normal hearing that.
I left the room to let him sleep. He needed rest and a clear head. I expected Marcus to come by anytime and smell him in my house. And that would not be a good, nor fair fight. John Doe wouldn't believe his eyes if he saw us fight. I couldn't let that happen.
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"Why are you still awake?" He asked me, as I began to read my third book.
"I told you that I don't sleep."
He glanced over at me, then the book I was reading. "Good book."
"I've read it a lot of times."
"You like to read?" He sat on the sofa chair next to the couch. I wouldn't bite, but he thought I would.
I smirked with an attempt to take that in a good way. "I read hundreds of books a year. Every night at least three depending on the size."
"Woah, that is a lot of reading."
He got up and headed back to my room. I guess he had his fill of freaks, or maybe he was really tierd. I tried rummaging through his thoughs. He was blocking them. Did he know? No way he could have, he was human. This was automatic for him possibly. But not likely.
::Good luck.:: I heard in my own head.
::How the hell?::
::I'm not stupid.::
I waited, and thought about what was going on.
::Marcus.::
::Honey, in about twenty minutes I'll be busting down your door to get your friend.::
::The hell you will.::
I ran into my room. John Doe he was gone. Where did he go? I quickly turned around to feel pressure on my neck.
"You move and I swear to God I'll kill you."
"What the hell are you doing!" I whipped around with surprising strength but he still had a grip on me.
He laughed. "What do you think I'm doing?" He mocked. His grip was fast, and strong. "I know what you are and I know what your plans are. The whole nice thing doesn't suite you well at all."
I laughed to mock him now. Two could play at this game. "It's not a game, I honestly figure you would die, but I guess you can handle yourself."
Tighter grip. "Playing games isn't fun for me."
"Me either."
Tighter grip, "Then stop playing your games."
"I'm not!"
He let go, but it seemed his hands were still around my neck. I couldn't focus but I knew that I had to get out of the house before Marcus got here to kill my 'friend'.
"Listen, whoever you are. Marcus, the guy who tried to kill you, is coming back. So, sit and wait for him if you want but I'm leaving."
I left my wall, and went to the door. I didn't have the energy to look through thoughts right now, all I could do was let him do whatever he could. And that was read my face, and my actions, not my thoughts.
Opening the door to leave I felt cold. Death. I felt anger. Hate. I felt sick.
"Marcus." I murmured.
"What?" He questioned.
Before I could speak a hand was over my mouth. God was it getting annoying when I couldn't get in my words.
"Let us not make her explain." Marcus came into John Doe's view. "I'm Marcus and I'm here to kill you. Plain as day."
::What you get stupid.:: I told John Doe.
::How the hell do you do that?::
I laughed, but it wasn't meant to be an actual laugh. ::I thought you knew all.::
He gave me a glare and then focused on Marcus. "I don't know what you want with me but-"
Marcus mocked him with his killing laugh. A laugh that made your ears scream in pain. He showed his teeth. He actually showed, his teeth.
Part Two
Chapter Five
"Eventually he'll find you." I held my arm, it was tempting but I would die instantly.
He shook with fear. No doubt and courage. "He won't find me, and he won't hurt you."
Grant walked over to my arm and looked at it. The blood made him sick, you could see it on his face. He wasn't accepting of being in an alliance with me, but I was all he had as a connection.
He was quiet for a second. "Now that you know my name, and not reading my thoughts, I have a few questions."
I looked up to lazy and in pain to talk.
"Why this town?"
"It's not this town, we're everywhere. We just choose not to be seen. Most of us want to go back to living normal lives, but we can't. So some of us stay in the middle of no where, others try to ignore who they are."
He nodded. "Did you know her?"
I shook my head. "We met once, when it all happend. We were hiding in my basement. She told me about a family our of town she had to get to, but even before I was changed I knew we wouldn't make it."
He hurt, pain that his love was a monster like me. "Did she live? Did she change?"
I couldn't lie. Against the beast I was. "She lived but she changed. When you get changed you change. She was crazy, she was mad for blood. Mad for what wasn't hers anymore." I couldn't stop now that I had started. "She was on our news once. A girl went crazy when she saw families, or even couples. She would usually kill the strongest first and leave the weakest to suffer. It was terrible, she-"
I stopped when I saw his face. Horror. I knew what he'd gone through, and just then I added to it. But he asked and I couldn't stop. It hurt me to see him like this, trying to be strong, trying to be brave but I had to let him know the end.
"She was caught."
He glanced over at me, fire in his eyes. Actual fire. Red, hot. "What do you mean?" His voice was sharp.
"When one of us, kills our own-"
He nodded. He got the message.
Silence for what seemed to be forever, but I knew what forever was like. It was hell and back.
"What about you?" He kept his eyes focused out the window. "Ever loved?"
He said 'loved' like I couldn't. "I can love." I put out what I needed to say. "And I have, and I still do. But right now he is gone, and since I loved him when I was made like this, I love him now. But there is no way to bring him back, what has been done, is done."
Silence. Wait, no. Thoughts being made. "What, happend?"
I sighed. "Like you, I was innocent. I was human, he was beast. A fight had been caused over me. I am rare you know. Something about me makes all like me, desire me. Not me, but my essence. My power, my- me-ness." I thought over my wording and continuded. "The man, the powerful man he was fighting wanted me to become one of his own. One of his creations. But, Graison put his foot down. He wouldn't let me loose my life."
I was quiet.
"Did he die?"
I laughed. "No, Graison killed him."
He looked puzzled. "Why could you be so-"
"He left me. After that, he left me. I heard he died after leaving me. He killed himself, for me."
I began to cry silver droplets.
Grant, John Doe, was in awe. He stared at me as if I were actually innocent again, and was beautiful. But it wasn't me, it was, my tears.
"You can cry?" He moved from the window and came over to me, furiously grabbing at my wound. He put his gental hand under my nose so that he could catch my tears. "I thought you were-"
"Affraid of it? No. It's natural to us."
He was ammused.
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