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Vampire story part 14
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 Created on 11-5-07
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Callum yelled. And kept yelling. Isaac glared at him. “Stop whining. I missed,” he snapped. “Now, listen carefully, I you ever touch me again I will kill you. Understood?”
Callum grunted, glaring at Isaac.
“Good.” Isaac reached over and pulled the chair leg out of Callum’s chest. He turned away, but Callum stayed on the floor, all the fight gone out of him.
“Ah, jeez Callum, you’re bleeding all over the floor,” a new voice said, coming from my right. A voice I knew.
“I don’t…fucking…care,” Callum choked out, still laying on the floor.
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” She asked, moving into my line of vision.
“Holly?” Callum croaked, raising his head. “Jesus Christ, you too?”
Holly nodded. “Hi Lori. And…woah,” she looked up at Isaac. “Isaac? You got all tall and handsome. You’re taller than me now. You’re still cute though. In a different way though.” She turned back to Callum. “Looks like poor wittle Callum got beat up. Did you get too drunk to land a good punch?”
Callum just glared.
Holly, switching subjects again, turned back to me. “So. We meet again. You look exactly the same. How long have you been here?”
“We’ve only been here a day or two,” I replied.
“Oh. Come spend the day at my place. I can see if I’m still mad at you.” Holly couldn’t hold a grudge if her life depended on it.
I nodded. “If it’s really ok with you, I’d like that. Isaac?”
He looked at Holly, and his eyes narrowed. “Is Callum going to be there?”
Holly laughed. “So now you hate him as much as he hates you. I don’t know, I haven’t asked him. This is a reunion for us too.” She turned, “Callum, do you want to spend the day at my house?”
Callum groaned and turned away. “No.” He snapped shortly. “I don’t.”
“Ok. Well, it’s almost dawn. Have fun staying here all day.” She whirled around, facing Isaac again. “No, Callum will not be there.”
Isaac shrugged. “Fine with me then.”
“Lets go then!” She grabbed Isaac’s arm, dragging him out of Il Consecrare and leaving me to bemusedly follow. She skipped along, leading us through a labyrinth of back alleyways before entering a large apartment building. “I live at the top.”
‘The top’ was a long way up. We climbed endless flights of stairs, trying to keep up with Holly, whose energy seemed boundless. “Holly,” Isaac asked finally, “Do you have an elevator?”
“Elevators are for losers,” she retorted, not breaking stride.
“And how do you climb stairs in that outfit?”
Holly paused. “A lot of practice, I guess.” She was wearing a tight black skirt with ruffles and large platform boots.
I entered her apartment and stopped short. It was the penthouse apartment, taking up an entire floor. The whole living room was a solid black, with only a dark purple trim to lighten it up. All the furniture was dark wood. The whole appearance was very grim. “Um, Holly, is anything in your house a bright color?”
Holly looked at me as if I was crazy. “Some of the trim is red!” she protested.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Of course some stuff is bright. All my rooms have different colors. I even have a wall in the bathroom painted in glow-in-the-dark paint. It cuts down on electricity. So, bedrooms…lets see,” she stopped abruptly. “Are you dating?”
I shook my head.
“Ok. You guys can have your pick of any room on the left-hand side of the hallway.” She waved vaguely down a hallway, also black. Then she suddenly added, “I’m going to bed.”
I entered a room, not sure what I would find. I was pleasantly surprised that it was a soft moss green, with cast-iron furniture. It seemed that every room had a different theme. I collapsed on the bed, which was covered in a chocolate brown comforter. Sleep came quickly, and with it, dreams.
Callum grunted, glaring at Isaac.
“Good.” Isaac reached over and pulled the chair leg out of Callum’s chest. He turned away, but Callum stayed on the floor, all the fight gone out of him.
“Ah, jeez Callum, you’re bleeding all over the floor,” a new voice said, coming from my right. A voice I knew.
“I don’t…fucking…care,” Callum choked out, still laying on the floor.
“Is that any way to treat an old friend?” She asked, moving into my line of vision.
“Holly?” Callum croaked, raising his head. “Jesus Christ, you too?”
Holly nodded. “Hi Lori. And…woah,” she looked up at Isaac. “Isaac? You got all tall and handsome. You’re taller than me now. You’re still cute though. In a different way though.” She turned back to Callum. “Looks like poor wittle Callum got beat up. Did you get too drunk to land a good punch?”
Callum just glared.
Holly, switching subjects again, turned back to me. “So. We meet again. You look exactly the same. How long have you been here?”
“We’ve only been here a day or two,” I replied.
“Oh. Come spend the day at my place. I can see if I’m still mad at you.” Holly couldn’t hold a grudge if her life depended on it.
I nodded. “If it’s really ok with you, I’d like that. Isaac?”
He looked at Holly, and his eyes narrowed. “Is Callum going to be there?”
Holly laughed. “So now you hate him as much as he hates you. I don’t know, I haven’t asked him. This is a reunion for us too.” She turned, “Callum, do you want to spend the day at my house?”
Callum groaned and turned away. “No.” He snapped shortly. “I don’t.”
“Ok. Well, it’s almost dawn. Have fun staying here all day.” She whirled around, facing Isaac again. “No, Callum will not be there.”
Isaac shrugged. “Fine with me then.”
“Lets go then!” She grabbed Isaac’s arm, dragging him out of Il Consecrare and leaving me to bemusedly follow. She skipped along, leading us through a labyrinth of back alleyways before entering a large apartment building. “I live at the top.”
‘The top’ was a long way up. We climbed endless flights of stairs, trying to keep up with Holly, whose energy seemed boundless. “Holly,” Isaac asked finally, “Do you have an elevator?”
“Elevators are for losers,” she retorted, not breaking stride.
“And how do you climb stairs in that outfit?”
Holly paused. “A lot of practice, I guess.” She was wearing a tight black skirt with ruffles and large platform boots.
I entered her apartment and stopped short. It was the penthouse apartment, taking up an entire floor. The whole living room was a solid black, with only a dark purple trim to lighten it up. All the furniture was dark wood. The whole appearance was very grim. “Um, Holly, is anything in your house a bright color?”
Holly looked at me as if I was crazy. “Some of the trim is red!” she protested.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Of course some stuff is bright. All my rooms have different colors. I even have a wall in the bathroom painted in glow-in-the-dark paint. It cuts down on electricity. So, bedrooms…lets see,” she stopped abruptly. “Are you dating?”
I shook my head.
“Ok. You guys can have your pick of any room on the left-hand side of the hallway.” She waved vaguely down a hallway, also black. Then she suddenly added, “I’m going to bed.”
I entered a room, not sure what I would find. I was pleasantly surprised that it was a soft moss green, with cast-iron furniture. It seemed that every room had a different theme. I collapsed on the bed, which was covered in a chocolate brown comforter. Sleep came quickly, and with it, dreams.
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Please Login to post comments| On November 9th 2007 squisheeto Said : | |
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It reminds me of jerome and esme squalor |
| On November 7th 2007 j2asterisk Said : | |
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omg, house with every room having a different theme. my dream house. u just made my day. =D |
