Chapter 53:

My Mother had had only one thing to say in response to Corey: "I'm on my way."

She, along with my Dad were probably freaking out right about now.

Sam had left shortly after one in the morning.

She was going to spend the night but she had to be home early in the morning so decided just to head back.

I had a horrible time trying to sleep that night; it seemed I was wide-awake and I couldn't seem to settle down so I could get some rest.

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand; seeing it was past three thirty in the morning and sighed.

Every time I tried to close my eyes they seemed to be open a few seconds later.

I sat up in my dark room, running a hand through my hair.

Not only was I not tired but I also think another part of the reason I couldn't sleep was the damned unquenchable thirst; and of course the constant pain.

This was hell.

I put my face in my hands.

Maybe it would've have been so bad if I knew it about it first.

If I'd known I was going to become a vampire, had a little warning so I could prepare myself.

But instead I'm dealing with something I hardly know anything about and truth be told I was scared.

I was scared of becoming a vampire.

I've never had anything against vampires but I've also never had the desire to be one.

I hated the thought that I was changing and I couldn't control it.

I couldn't just say I don't want to be a vampire and it would stop, I could stay human.

Because really, I don't want to be a vampire.

Especially not now. It could've at least happened in a time where my life was a little less complicated.

I don't how to deal with this.

I really wish me and Corey were still together right now.

I could talk to him about this. I'm sure he of all people would understand.

But it's not the same. If we were together I probably wouldn't hesitate to talk to him but it's different now.

Our relationship is different. It's not stable, not as comforting as it use to be.

It's awkward and complicated.

I sighed miserably.

I wish he didn't break up with me.

I felt like breaking down and crying right then.

My heart ached just as much as the rest of me.

And I didn't know how to fix it.

Was it as unfixable as the rest of my body?

Something I couldn't control.

If I didn't have Corey then what did I have?

What else could I want?

He's the only thing in life I have that makes everything...worth it.

Before I met him I was just stumbling through life, not caring really about anything, not thinking about my future, just doing whatever seemed to keep things moving forward, I didn't have a purpose.

But when I met him, when I fell in love him, everything had a meaning. My life had meaning.

I took in deep breath and slid out of bed, making my way over to the dresser.

I tugged the nightgown over my head, idly tossing it to the floor.

I grabbed the first items of clothing my eyes fixed on; pulling on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a gray T-shirt with the logo of 'The Raiders' which were one of my favorite football teams.

I didn't bother with socks but instead just slipped on my combat boots.

Then, walking out of my closet I stopped in the middle of my room.

I realized I could see perfectly well in the dark.

Another vampire thing?

I shook my head and continued, grabbing my i-pod then leaving my room.

I quietly made my way downstairs and out the front door, grabbing my leather jacket from the closet.

I descended the few porch steps, tripping when coming off the last one.

I made my way down the driveway, nestling my hands in the pockets of my jacket as The Beatles played through the speakers in my ears.

I just wanted to clear my head and get some fresh air.

I felt like if I stayed in that house I'd end up having a nervous breakdown or something.

I just had to get out of the house, out of my head; and get rid of my anxiety.

I strode down the dark, neatly paved road leading away from our house that was surrounded mostly by woods, not really thinking about anything.

After while of walking I started to see a few buildings in the distance had I really already walked that far?

As my eyes were distracted by the distant shapes ahead of me I saw someone step out from the woods a little ways away from me.

There was lights up by where the buildings were, just one or two street lamps that were dim and when the figure came out, I made the assumption it was William by the white hair and long leather jacket.

I continued walking and once I was less than a foot away I could definitely tell it was him.

I stuffed the earphones in my pockets; my music being paused a minute ago.

He looked at me as he stood in the middle of the road, a cigarette in-between his full, pale pink lips.

His bleached hair was slicked back, showing off his diving, prominent cheekbones that I have to say definitely added to his sexy, brooding look.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" He said with a small smile as he took the cigarette in his hand, his British accent being more pleasant then I remembered.

I couldn't help the cynical smile that came onto my face, glancing away from him for a moment.

"If it isn't the Queen out for a little midnight stroll. Should I bow?" He said mockingly.

I shook my head at him. "What are you doing here, William?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? I'm a vampire. I get the permission to lurk around outside in the middle of the night. It's my excuse."

I guess now I have that excuse too.

"Well, I was just out for a walk to you know, clear my head." I replied.

He nodded. "So what's troubling that head of yours?"

"Um, nothing really just..."

"Love problems?" He inquired.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Wanna share?"

I bit my lip, looking at him skeptically.

"Aw c'mon, love. We could go back to my crypt, share some stories. And you can tell me all about your troubles."

I stared at him, not sure whether or not to agree.

"I won't bite." He grinned.

I sighed. "Okay."

His grinned widened and he started walking down the road.

The cemetery was only a few yards away, up the street.

It was right across from a church.

William led me inside his crypt, closing the heavy door after I walked in.

"Where do you sleep?" I asked, looking around the candle-lit place.

"Over there," He pointed at a concrete coffin. "Very cozy."

"Oh," I said, looking away.

"I don't sleep inside it, love. I sleep on the top." He placed a hand on the hard, gray lid that had a ratty blanket strewn over it.

"Oh," I said with more understanding. "Still doesn't seem very comfortable. Call me old fashioned but I tend to like my beds soft and with lots of fluffy pillows."

He smiled. "Well, I work with what I have. It's not bad really."

"Why don't you oh, I don't know stay at a house?"

"I have to stay low. I can't make my presence known to everyone in town." He sat down on the coffin. "Plus, I just really like crypts."

"Ah," I nodded.

He patted the spot beside him and after a moment of hesitation I walked over and sat next to him.

We ended up talking for well over an hour about my relationship with Corey, starting from when we first met to the present.

"You know I had a similar situation back about a hundred years ago." William said.

"A hundred years? Jeez, you're old." I teased.

He smiled. "Only my soul is."

We were both laying down on the lid of the coffin; he was laying on his side, his head propped up in his palm with his elbow resting on the lid. And I was laying on my back, my hands behind my head.

"You can continue with what you were saying." I stated.

"I met a vampire named Darla; I had been a vampire slayer for a little over a year and I was actually planning on killing her but she seduced me. I ended up falling in love with her shortly after. We stayed together, traveling across the world for years. I completely forgot about my occupation as a slayer and actually ended being more like the vampires I killed. Don't judge me but I actually killed many people in that time."

"Really?" I asked mockingly.

"Yes, well I was blinded by love as some would say. She was the equivalent of what everyone thinks vampires are like. Dark, mysterious, seducing killers. And I was under her spell. I was completely infatuated with her. She was my life, my reason for living. That is until one day we got into an argument. She wanted to massacre a whole town and I was hesitant. She ended up saying she didn't love me. She was only using me. She'd actually been in a relationship with a demon the whole time we were together."

"Wow." I commented.

He nodded. "And so she left me. And I was devastated as you can imagine. I was a complete wreck. All I did was drink away my misery. It took me years to get my self together. But eventually I did- though not all the way and I started slaying vampires again."

"So do you still miss her?" I questioned.

"Yes. Sometimes and others not so much."

"Hmm, I feel bad for you."

"Well you're handling your love quarrels better than I did."

"I don't think it was quite as bad as yours. I mean all he did was break up with me."

"It still is hurtful though, is it not?"

"Well, yeah." I agreed.

"Well then your still doing better than me."

"I kind of try not to let myself miss him. And I when I do, like now, I get anxious. I just don't want to...feel like this." I chewed on my lower lip.

He nodded. "I understand. But sometimes it's better to just accept that you're hurt. You're never going to heal if you don't face it."

"Well that's the thing. I don't think I can. I mean he is everything to me, still. So, I just don't see that happening. I'm just not going to be able to get over him. I don't even think I want to."

"You won't know unless you try. But for now just deal with the whole miserable depressed stage, it's the only thing you can do."

I bit my lip. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Almost five thirty." He replied.

"I should get going." I claimed.

"Well at least let me walk you home."

I thought for a moment. "Um...Yeah, sure."

After the short trip back William walked me up to the porch, the sky still dark with a bright moon.

"So, um, I guess I'll see you around." I said to him.

He nodded. "Yep."

"I actually surprisingly had a nice time. It was refreshing to talk about that stuff."

"Anytime. I'm always around and I don't have much to do."

I breathed a laugh.

"But I'm sure your busy, being the Queen and all." He mused.

"Actually it's been kind of slow, not really much to do. But I probably just jinxed myself."

He smiled. "Well whenever you are free you can stop by anytime. You know where I live."

"Or I can just take another midnight stroll."

"Yeah, or that."

I smiled.

Surprisingly enough to me, he leaned in and kissed me.

I wasn't sure what to do but I ended up pushing him away lightly. "Kind of not comfortable doing that just yet." I muttered.

He nodded with a slight smile. "Right. I'm still that mysterious guy you don't quite trust."

"That sums it up perfectly."

We both laughed softly.

"I should get inside before someone realizes I'm gone." I noted.

"See you around, love." He walked off the porch, heading off into the dark.

I opened the front door, slipping inside and softly shutting it behind me.

I took off my jacket and sprinted upstairs, trying to be as quite as possible.

I stopped when I reached the top of the stairs and saw Corey leaning against the doorway to my room.

I bit my lip, slowly walking over to him.

I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Hey," I greeted.

"What exactly is your fascination with going out in the middle of the night without telling anyone?" Corey questioned casually.

Hearing his voice again made my breath catch in my throat.

It was like a safe haven in a chaotic storm.

"Last time it wasn't my fault." I claimed.

"Eh, it kind of was." He said derisively.

"I went for a walk."

"You could have at least told me. Do you have any idea how worrisome it is when you just randomly disappear in the middle of the night? Are you trying to kill me?"

I smiled at his words. "You can't die. Especially not from that."

"Well it seems like it." He insisted.

I rolled my eyes. "How did you even know I was gone?"

"I heard you. You might want to be a little more quiet next time."

"I was very quiet." I protested.

"Well are you forgetting I have better than average hearing."

"Why weren't you asleep?"

"I don't really sleep anymore." He stated.

"Oh, why?"

He looked at me as if I should already know why.

"Well?" I prompted.

He shook his head. "Nevermind. What were you doing up that late?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Hmm, I expected as much."

"Why?"

"You know vampires naturally gravitate towards the night."

"Right," I nodded.

"So why did you go for a walk?" He inquired.

"Um, I just wanted to clear my head." I stuck my hands in my back pockets.

"Something bothering you?"

"No."

"You just don't want to tell me."

I stayed silent because he was right.

But really how could I?

Most of it was involving him.

"That must be a yes." He claimed. "Why don't you want to tell me?"

I shrugged.

"You don't want to tell me the reason either. You know how I always say I want us to have a very open relationship and tell each other everything?"

"Yes." I smiled faintly.

"Well I'm getting ready to say that again."

I breathed a laugh. "I just don't want to share it with you."

"Why? Because we broke up?"

"Yeah."

"That's stupid."

"You can't say that because you don't know what it's about." I stated.

"Let me guess is it about us breaking up?"

"No."

"Is it involving me in anyway?" He asked.

"Some of it."

He sighed.

"Now, I'm done with this conversation." I said, stepping into my room.

"Well I'm not." He followed me inside.

I sighed to myself.

I sat down on the bed, slipping off my boots and tossing them across the room.

"I'm seriously done with the conversation." I stated.

"Just because we broke up doesn't mean we still can't be close." He said.

I sat on the bed while he stood several feet away.

"You're the one that said you wanted to be my slave. As far as I know slaves usually don't have close relationships with the people that own them."

"I know, that's true but I want to. Our relationship isn't ever going to be normal no matter what it is. So I can be your slave but we can still be close. It may not be the average relationship between slaves and their owners but when will we ever really have the average relationship?" He replied.

"That's true. Can I just go to bed now?"

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bright and early." I commented.

"I doubt that. It's already early."

"You're probably right." I laid back against the bed and he left the room.