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Vampire Story part 10
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 Created on 10-19-07
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“Lori!” Someone was slapping me. “Lori! Wake up!”
I gasped, looking around me. It took me a minute to realize where I was. I could feel tears on my face. I looked around. “Ivan?” I asked.
“No, I’m Isaac. What happened?”
I blinked. I was lying in my bed, and Isaac was standing beside me. “Oh. Oh. I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”
“Are you kidding?” Isaac laughed shortly. “You probably woke up all the neighbors too. You were yelling pretty loud. Who’s Ivan?”
“What? No one. It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, looking away.
“Lori.” Isaac grabbed my arm. “It matters. It matters enough that you were screaming in your sleep. Who’s Ivan?” He stared at me, and I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t backing down.
I sighed. “Ivan was my brother. In 1917, when the United States entered World War I, he decided to join the army. He was only fourteen. My fiancé, Charles, also joined. For six months all I had was letters. They were horrible months. One day, I received a letter. Charles had been captured by enemy soldiers and executed. His body couldn’t be returned. Ivan was also killed. He had been shot down while in his camp. I still have the letter.” I didn’t look at Isaac. Now that I had started I didn’t want to stop.
“His funeral was horrible. He had been shot in the face and you could barely recognize him. I couldn’t face the whole thing. I left.” I could feel the tears running down my face. “That’s when I met them. The vampires who changed me. I was alone, and not paying attention. I was easy prey. But there were three of them, and only one of me. They made a lot of noise, fighting, and then Holly found me. She chased the other vampires off. I had passed out and couldn’t see anything, but she must have realized I would probably survive. She brought me back to Bonnie, and they waited for me to wake up. It was amazing I did. I had lost all will to live. Somehow, they made me, even though they didn’t mean to. It must have been horrible for my poor parents. Losing two children in one week.
“The first thing I remember, waking up, was thinking ‘where’s Charles?’ and then ‘did I lose his ring?’ It was the only thing of his I still had. And I still have it.” I reached up to my neck and removed my necklace. I laid it on the table before me. There were two charms on it. “That one is my engagement ring,” I said, pointing to a small silver ring with one small ruby in the shape of a flower. “It is simple, but beautiful, and the best he could afford.”
Isaac was looking at the ring with a curious expression in his eyes, but he only said, “and that one?”
I pointed to the second charm. “That is what Ivan gave me just before he left.” It was a small bird, hewn out of oak. It was originally on this chain. I added the ring afterward, when I was no longer engaged.”
Isaac nodded, still looking thoughtful. “You miss him a lot. Was that what you were dreaming about on the plane? When you woke up you looked like someone was going to attack you.”
I blinked. Isaac was more observant than I thought. He hadn’t said anything. “No, I was remembering Mikhail, and you. You died. I don’t want that to happen. You remind me of Ivan so much. Everything you do; your quick grin, your fearlessness, how you’ll try to make friends with even people like Holly and Callum. Even your appearances are similar. You’re both skinny, and have dark hair. But your eyes are different. I’ve never met anyone with eyes like yours.
Don’t worry though; I want you to live because you’re you. It’s not just trying to make up for letting Ivan die. You are as special to me as he is.”
“You blame yourself for Ivan dying?”
“I could have stopped him. If I had pleaded more, if I had tried harder, he wouldn’t have gone.”
Isaac snorted. “He would’ve gone anyway. If he’d made up his mind he would have stuck to it. If you want to blame someone, blame the bastard who killed him. You should have stopped blaming yourself a long time ago.”
I sighed. “I know, but I can’t stop. There could have been something I could have done. Anything. If they hadn’t died…”
“Then I would never have met you, or Holly, or Callum, or Bonnie. You would be old now, or dead. Think of everything you missed. Be happy with what you have, not what you don’t.”
“Thanks.”
“You wouldn’t have lasted a week on the streets.” He paused. “Except for the whole vampire thing. That would give you an advantage.”
“Thanks.”
I gasped, looking around me. It took me a minute to realize where I was. I could feel tears on my face. I looked around. “Ivan?” I asked.
“No, I’m Isaac. What happened?”
I blinked. I was lying in my bed, and Isaac was standing beside me. “Oh. Oh. I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”
“Are you kidding?” Isaac laughed shortly. “You probably woke up all the neighbors too. You were yelling pretty loud. Who’s Ivan?”
“What? No one. It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, looking away.
“Lori.” Isaac grabbed my arm. “It matters. It matters enough that you were screaming in your sleep. Who’s Ivan?” He stared at me, and I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t backing down.
I sighed. “Ivan was my brother. In 1917, when the United States entered World War I, he decided to join the army. He was only fourteen. My fiancé, Charles, also joined. For six months all I had was letters. They were horrible months. One day, I received a letter. Charles had been captured by enemy soldiers and executed. His body couldn’t be returned. Ivan was also killed. He had been shot down while in his camp. I still have the letter.” I didn’t look at Isaac. Now that I had started I didn’t want to stop.
“His funeral was horrible. He had been shot in the face and you could barely recognize him. I couldn’t face the whole thing. I left.” I could feel the tears running down my face. “That’s when I met them. The vampires who changed me. I was alone, and not paying attention. I was easy prey. But there were three of them, and only one of me. They made a lot of noise, fighting, and then Holly found me. She chased the other vampires off. I had passed out and couldn’t see anything, but she must have realized I would probably survive. She brought me back to Bonnie, and they waited for me to wake up. It was amazing I did. I had lost all will to live. Somehow, they made me, even though they didn’t mean to. It must have been horrible for my poor parents. Losing two children in one week.
“The first thing I remember, waking up, was thinking ‘where’s Charles?’ and then ‘did I lose his ring?’ It was the only thing of his I still had. And I still have it.” I reached up to my neck and removed my necklace. I laid it on the table before me. There were two charms on it. “That one is my engagement ring,” I said, pointing to a small silver ring with one small ruby in the shape of a flower. “It is simple, but beautiful, and the best he could afford.”
Isaac was looking at the ring with a curious expression in his eyes, but he only said, “and that one?”
I pointed to the second charm. “That is what Ivan gave me just before he left.” It was a small bird, hewn out of oak. It was originally on this chain. I added the ring afterward, when I was no longer engaged.”
Isaac nodded, still looking thoughtful. “You miss him a lot. Was that what you were dreaming about on the plane? When you woke up you looked like someone was going to attack you.”
I blinked. Isaac was more observant than I thought. He hadn’t said anything. “No, I was remembering Mikhail, and you. You died. I don’t want that to happen. You remind me of Ivan so much. Everything you do; your quick grin, your fearlessness, how you’ll try to make friends with even people like Holly and Callum. Even your appearances are similar. You’re both skinny, and have dark hair. But your eyes are different. I’ve never met anyone with eyes like yours.
Don’t worry though; I want you to live because you’re you. It’s not just trying to make up for letting Ivan die. You are as special to me as he is.”
“You blame yourself for Ivan dying?”
“I could have stopped him. If I had pleaded more, if I had tried harder, he wouldn’t have gone.”
Isaac snorted. “He would’ve gone anyway. If he’d made up his mind he would have stuck to it. If you want to blame someone, blame the bastard who killed him. You should have stopped blaming yourself a long time ago.”
I sighed. “I know, but I can’t stop. There could have been something I could have done. Anything. If they hadn’t died…”
“Then I would never have met you, or Holly, or Callum, or Bonnie. You would be old now, or dead. Think of everything you missed. Be happy with what you have, not what you don’t.”
“Thanks.”
“You wouldn’t have lasted a week on the streets.” He paused. “Except for the whole vampire thing. That would give you an advantage.”
“Thanks.”
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Please Login to post comments| On October 19th 2007 starryboo Said : | |
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I love it! |
| On October 19th 2007 j2asterisk Said : | |
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good story here =D |
