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Vampire Story part 32
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“So what you’re saying is that you’re like a messenger to the ‘powers that be’ or something?” Holly asked, a halfway skeptical smirk on her face.
“Yes. That is exactly what we are,” she replied, and I noticed that she had switched back to her use of ‘we.’
Holly’s face sobered, but Callum grinned. “Uh huh. So, you got any super powers?”
She was quite suddenly behind him, without my eyes having even been able to see her move. She leaned down, whispering lightly in his ear, “We have plenty of powers, Callum Brian Nordsby. We can make you do whatsoever we wish on a mere whim.”
The room trembled, and the picture window collapsed inward. The rain, which had been only a weak drizzle a moment ago, now was a rushing torrent, flooding the room. The force of it shoved me top my knees as I fought to reach the surface. I couldn't see past the murky water surrounding me, and I wasn't even sure which way was up. Suddenly the water vanished, without any trace of it being there in the first place. The window was still intact, and we all were completely dry. To my right, Holly was on all fours, shivering violently, and I was also on my knees. Callum and Isaac had managed to stay on their chairs, but they both looked like they were in shock. Gwenyvere was completely unruffled.
"What - the hell - was that?" Holly gasped out between shivers.
"Your friend asked about our powers. Demonstration is always the fastest way to learn."
"So you can what, make phantom floods? Oh boy, that's useful." Callum spat angrily.
I could sense Gwenyvere was losing her patience slightly. "We can make you see, or hear, or think what does not exist, among other things. And we will not take your insolence." She pointed at him, and he suddenly went tense, his whole body quivering.
"Stop it!" I cried, glaring at her.
Her gaze flickered to me, but her arm never wavered from its position. "Why should we? It is our home, and we will not tolerate disrespect."
“That’s no reason to hurt him!”
Her eyebrows rose. “Very well.” She raised her arm, and Callum fell forward onto the table, panting. “Do not underestimate us again.” She turned to Isaac, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her the whole time. “We have taken too much time already. Isaac, you have power, untapped reserves of an uncertain magnitude. We can help you train it, and help it grow. That is why you are here, but only if you are willing to learn.”
Isaac nodded. “I’m willing to learn anything you want to teach me.”
“And what are we supposed to do?” Callum cut in. “Just sit around until you decide Isaac’s learned enough?”
“I have things to teach all of you,” she told us quietly. “But if Isaac will not stay, you must all leave. He is the one chosen by the powers.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t have a lot of faith in your ‘powers.’ I’ve never seen any proof of them. What’s to prove you’re not just a crazy schizophrenic?”
Her eyes darkened to a near black as she approached him. “We do not lie.” She shrieked, her voice becoming icy and menacing. All traces of dreaminess were gone. “And we have already warned you against your insolence.” Callum screamed, his body shaking uncontrollably. He slammed into the wall and slid down it, where he curled into a ball, whimpering slightly. She turned to face us, her small face thunderous. “We will not be played with. Your lessons begin tomorrow. Sleep in any room on the third floor.” She glided away; disappearing through a door I guessed lead to the tower. We stared after her in shock for several minutes.
Callum groaned, picking himself up slowly. “Fuck, that hurt,” he mumbled, leaning against the wall. “We sure we want to stay?” I glanced at him in concern, not sure what to say, but Isaac spoke first.
“I’m staying. If she can help us at all, I’m willing to risk getting slammed into a wall. We’ll just have to be careful not to insult her. I’m going to find a bed.” He left, and Callum followed after a moment of hesitation.
"God, he is such a retard!" Holly fumed. "Of all the stupid things to say, why that?"
I stared at her for a moment. "Why do you all hate him so much? He doesn't really seem like a bad person to me."
She sighed. "That's because you haven't known him for forty years. Well, actually, you have, but still… what am I supposed to say?" she asked, becoming distracted. "That you don't remember knowing him for forty years? This is so weird!"
"I get it, Holly," I said, a note of annoyance creeping onto my voice.
"Oh, right." She smiled slightly. "Anyway, Callum's just never been…very nice. He's always been sort of angry and anti-social."
"Oh yeah?" I asked skeptically. "And have you ever bothered to try and find out if he had a good side?"
She rolled her eyes. "Callum doesn't have a good side."
I stood up angrily. "Well, maybe if you guys made a little more of an effort, you would find his good side! Just because he isn't always nice to everyone doesn't mean it's not there. Have some faith in him, because people don't just become anti-social and angry for no reason!" I turned, storming out the door. "I'm going to bed," I muttered.
I went into the first room I got to on the third floor and flung myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I wasn't sure why I had reacted so strongly to Holly's criticism. It just seemed so much like no one realized that Callum did have a good heart. He hadn't seemed hateful when he was trying to stop me from storming off, or when I had fallen asleep on him. I couldn't forget the look of relief on his face when I had gone into their camp the first time. His impetuosity was just part of who he was, and I at least saw some good in him, even if no one else could.
Unable to sort out my thoughts, or even exactly how I felt about him, I fell asleep without even bothering to undress.
“Yes. That is exactly what we are,” she replied, and I noticed that she had switched back to her use of ‘we.’
Holly’s face sobered, but Callum grinned. “Uh huh. So, you got any super powers?”
She was quite suddenly behind him, without my eyes having even been able to see her move. She leaned down, whispering lightly in his ear, “We have plenty of powers, Callum Brian Nordsby. We can make you do whatsoever we wish on a mere whim.”
The room trembled, and the picture window collapsed inward. The rain, which had been only a weak drizzle a moment ago, now was a rushing torrent, flooding the room. The force of it shoved me top my knees as I fought to reach the surface. I couldn't see past the murky water surrounding me, and I wasn't even sure which way was up. Suddenly the water vanished, without any trace of it being there in the first place. The window was still intact, and we all were completely dry. To my right, Holly was on all fours, shivering violently, and I was also on my knees. Callum and Isaac had managed to stay on their chairs, but they both looked like they were in shock. Gwenyvere was completely unruffled.
"What - the hell - was that?" Holly gasped out between shivers.
"Your friend asked about our powers. Demonstration is always the fastest way to learn."
"So you can what, make phantom floods? Oh boy, that's useful." Callum spat angrily.
I could sense Gwenyvere was losing her patience slightly. "We can make you see, or hear, or think what does not exist, among other things. And we will not take your insolence." She pointed at him, and he suddenly went tense, his whole body quivering.
"Stop it!" I cried, glaring at her.
Her gaze flickered to me, but her arm never wavered from its position. "Why should we? It is our home, and we will not tolerate disrespect."
“That’s no reason to hurt him!”
Her eyebrows rose. “Very well.” She raised her arm, and Callum fell forward onto the table, panting. “Do not underestimate us again.” She turned to Isaac, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her the whole time. “We have taken too much time already. Isaac, you have power, untapped reserves of an uncertain magnitude. We can help you train it, and help it grow. That is why you are here, but only if you are willing to learn.”
Isaac nodded. “I’m willing to learn anything you want to teach me.”
“And what are we supposed to do?” Callum cut in. “Just sit around until you decide Isaac’s learned enough?”
“I have things to teach all of you,” she told us quietly. “But if Isaac will not stay, you must all leave. He is the one chosen by the powers.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t have a lot of faith in your ‘powers.’ I’ve never seen any proof of them. What’s to prove you’re not just a crazy schizophrenic?”
Her eyes darkened to a near black as she approached him. “We do not lie.” She shrieked, her voice becoming icy and menacing. All traces of dreaminess were gone. “And we have already warned you against your insolence.” Callum screamed, his body shaking uncontrollably. He slammed into the wall and slid down it, where he curled into a ball, whimpering slightly. She turned to face us, her small face thunderous. “We will not be played with. Your lessons begin tomorrow. Sleep in any room on the third floor.” She glided away; disappearing through a door I guessed lead to the tower. We stared after her in shock for several minutes.
Callum groaned, picking himself up slowly. “Fuck, that hurt,” he mumbled, leaning against the wall. “We sure we want to stay?” I glanced at him in concern, not sure what to say, but Isaac spoke first.
“I’m staying. If she can help us at all, I’m willing to risk getting slammed into a wall. We’ll just have to be careful not to insult her. I’m going to find a bed.” He left, and Callum followed after a moment of hesitation.
"God, he is such a retard!" Holly fumed. "Of all the stupid things to say, why that?"
I stared at her for a moment. "Why do you all hate him so much? He doesn't really seem like a bad person to me."
She sighed. "That's because you haven't known him for forty years. Well, actually, you have, but still… what am I supposed to say?" she asked, becoming distracted. "That you don't remember knowing him for forty years? This is so weird!"
"I get it, Holly," I said, a note of annoyance creeping onto my voice.
"Oh, right." She smiled slightly. "Anyway, Callum's just never been…very nice. He's always been sort of angry and anti-social."
"Oh yeah?" I asked skeptically. "And have you ever bothered to try and find out if he had a good side?"
She rolled her eyes. "Callum doesn't have a good side."
I stood up angrily. "Well, maybe if you guys made a little more of an effort, you would find his good side! Just because he isn't always nice to everyone doesn't mean it's not there. Have some faith in him, because people don't just become anti-social and angry for no reason!" I turned, storming out the door. "I'm going to bed," I muttered.
I went into the first room I got to on the third floor and flung myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I wasn't sure why I had reacted so strongly to Holly's criticism. It just seemed so much like no one realized that Callum did have a good heart. He hadn't seemed hateful when he was trying to stop me from storming off, or when I had fallen asleep on him. I couldn't forget the look of relief on his face when I had gone into their camp the first time. His impetuosity was just part of who he was, and I at least saw some good in him, even if no one else could.
Unable to sort out my thoughts, or even exactly how I felt about him, I fell asleep without even bothering to undress.
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