Forever Eternal - plebeau (reading fiction .txt) 📗

the sun peeking through the windows confirmed that the sun had risen while I was being comforted by my new bestfriend.

A vampire.

Such a strange concept really but I had finally swalled whatever pride I had and accepted that everything I thought I knew had really been lies and stories full of deceit because this was the truth and actually, I was happy with it.

Don't get me wrong. It wasn't easy coming to terms with everything I had found out and exactly where my future now lay, I just realised that I had to be okay with where I am right now. It took me hours of crying so hard I thought my eyes were just going to pop out of my head and beating up Fredrick when it all just seemed so wrong, but he held me tight and promised me that everything that had happened was only for my benifit and that he was always going to be by my side.

And I believed him.

I never fitted in back home as anything other than a slave to a woman that never loved me and would only say my real name, the one she actually gave me in writing, after she had suffered heartbreak. As much as it was wonderful to have my mother utter my name with any emotion, it wasn't me she was truly sorry for, it was herself and she would soon revert back to her old ways as soon as another male showed her any attention. So I cherished our 'secret' time but didn't hold to tightly to any thoughts of true happiness with the woman I had called mother.

But now none of that mattered. Yes I was in my own way, heartbroken to be away from the only person that had been my only support system my whole life, it's just that I felt whole here. I wasn't told everything straight away, I know, but I gained a friend in a day because he truly cared for me and I couldn't deny that. I knew that he would do everything possible to make my new life here as great as he could and I wouldn't ever ask for anything because he offered me the world. I didn't want or have a need for any of the luxuries this place seemed to possess but the gesture was kind enough and Fred assured me that in time, I would forget my old troubles and learn to enjoy life for what it was.

How many teengers were there that got the type of happy ending I had stumbled across? To live with a King in a huge Manor (well castle really but apparently it sounded much nicer as Libatarion Manor)? To have a friendship that wasn't limited by such trivial things as time?

Everyone here was going to live together forever and I was welcomed in as a part of that. Even if I refused to be changed, I could grow old knowing I would be cared for and never have a need to lift a finger for cleaning purposes ever again. Everything just seemed perfect. I had a perfect life after years of praying to a God I never truly believed existed. A wonderful life was just around the corner and all that was left to do was embrace it.

I was given a choice, an out. I could go home, back to the life I had with no prospects and rocky future with an authortive figure that severly lacked the compassion needed to raise a child. I just wouldn't be allowed to remember any part of my time here because that was against the council's rules and if I ever tried to think hard enough, my brain would shut down and would only come up blank. Though Fred assured me all I would ever remember would be tripping and blacking out, it wasn't a real option for me.

I know it sounds like a weird decision and many would take the second option and go running back home with only an empty head full of wacky dreams to accompany them, but after listening to all the positives and realising that I wouldn't ever have to change if I didn't want to, staying here seemed like the only option and who was I to throw anyone's hospitality back in their face when they offered me the world?

No, I was to stay here and live the rest of my life surrounded by vampires because these people were my new family. for once in my life, I had a home that I wanted to be in. So here I was, still wrapped around Fred with my arms across his body, head on his chest and my legs entwined with his.

Stretching my face, I could feel the many tears that had dried to my face overnight crusting and the smell of a dog's ass was emanating from my open mouth in waves. I seriously need a shower.

Taking in a whiff of Fred, I relaxed just a tiny bit more into his arms as I could taste freshness on him. Adding the question of 'why that is' to my newly forming list, I started peeling my body from his with one aim, the bathroom. Disentangling my body and peeling back the duvet, I crept gingerly toward my sacred haven with a few quick peeks back to see if I had disturbed Fred in my efforts. I hadn't and I thought it quite odd that a vampire with supper hearing didn't hear me sneak away but I wasn't trying to wake him and I was happy that I snuck around quiet enough not to be heard.

Reaching the bathroom with maximum stealth skills, I saluted myself and pulled my arms round and round for a happy dance. Short lived but it felt right.

Composing myself quickly I turned to reach for the door handle but instead, jabbed something very hard which quite obviously, was not supposed to be there.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh.......... What the effing hell Fred ! You almost gave me a frigging heart attack!"

Clutching my already extended hand to my heart and leaning on the now available Fred for support, I gasped trying to get the breath back that had left my body when I had touched something that shouldn't have been.

And that's when Fred decided to release the most almightiest laugh I had ever heard. That on it's own could have scared me to the state I was in but without the bodily resources to go through that again, all I managed to accomplish was look toward him in utter shock. Posing like this for several seconds to get the feeling back, I started to see the funny side of his little joke.

And so I laughed almost as loud as he did.

"I believe the phrase is 'oh my god?'," Fred glanced quickly at me for comfirmation, "That was the funniest thing I've done in decades. You screamed like a little girl." Mock wiping his supposedly 'tear stained' face, he reached for his stomach with his available hand as if he had actually caused himself pain in laughin so hard.

To be quite perfectly honest, I think he deserved the biggest happy punch my hand could give and so I did just that. Really blooming hard and guess what, I heard the most almightiest crack.

The pain didn't really register at first but by the look on Fred's frozen face, he heard it and it was not him. How could it be him, he was practically made out of stone. No it was me and I had just broken at least one knucle on my poor right hand.

Cradling my hand ever so gently in his, Fred seemed to be assessing the damage but the coolness of his skin served as an ice pack and the gentle movement didn't further distress my hand. I wanted to scream slightly but that would only make him feel bad and I had worse in the past so this really shouldn't pull such a huge reaction out of me.

Breathing evenly and concentrating on a painting just behind Fred's face, I waited for him to tell me exactly what I had broken. "I think you've cracked at least 2 knucles almost in half but the other 2 seem to have just shattered slightly. I need to get you to our family doctor and if it's okay with you...," Fred swept me off my feet and held me close to his body. Looking down at my face he completed his sentence with, "I'm going to run. Now close your eyes."

And we were off.

I'd never felt anything close to this sensation and I was teettering ever so slightly on upchucking anything I had in my system all over him. Even though my body wasn't being jostled by the movement, I felt a whole lot worse then before we started moving. Ergghhh... I would never get used to this.

In what felt like seconds later, my ears ceased to ring and motion sickness wasn't barrelling it's way through my stomach anymore. However, in my current state, I just couldn't work out what that meant exactly.

"Val. You can open your eyes now sweetheart. We're here. Do you want me to put you down?" I heard Fred whisper to me softly but it sounded quite loud inside my still slightly swirling head. Ahhh... that's what it meant. I just couldn't perform the action required to place my feet upon solid ground so his idea was the only reasonable idea right now.

I managed to splutter out a sentence and thanks to his vampy hearing skills, he heard enough, "yes please if you don't mind. I feel extremely sick."

I didn't even feel a jostling and I'm lucky that he was willing to place me on my feet gently because I don't think I had the combined strength to do it myself. As it was, I didn't really hold up for long anyway and I crumbled to the floor placing my throbbing head between my knees and started to inhale and exhale how I had been taught back in first aid classes.

I'd never felt like this before in my entire life and quite honestly, waking up from fainting only yesterday, didn't reach how sick and completely drained of energy I felt now. I just couldn't seem to muster up the required anything to focus and even though I could see people hovering around me and voices speaking, it all felt like I was a fish in a tank and all I could hear was a faint wobble in the glassy haze around me.

Although now that I try to focus, the more black spots are starting to frame the edges of my eyes. A sure sign that once again, my human body couldn't take it and I was close to blacking out and I thought I was doing so well this time.

Just blooming great.