TrueBloods: A race against Time

losing control

    I grab our luggage, desmond follow with one of the bags from the car, I don't blame him, I wouldn't want to be left alone with my mother either. We both walk up the stairs and I, out of habit, walk into my room revealing a red room, toys placed on every single wall. Desmond and I look at eachother, my mouth hanging over. 

"this used to be your room?" He asks. I shut the door quikly- I am glad they got rid of my room to be honest, that means there is no chance I'm coming back, I walk down the very long stretch of hallway, clear across the building where my mother has the guest room. I open the door revealing a very elegant room- with my old bed spread splayed across the mattress. When I feel comfortable I place myself fully into the room noticing my old things, so she didn't sell most of my things at least. I place each suitcase on the far left side of the room, I place my hands on my hips, sighing. It's been a long day. I soon feel desmond wrapping me in his strong hands giving me a peck on my cheek. He then rests his cheek on mine. I laugh, he makes me feel so safe. 

"Well, It seems we can still go on our morning walks, I had no Idea you owned an estate. How many acres of the woods do you have?" Desmond asks looking out the wall sized windows. 

"We own 120 acres-"

"Holy crap! You're rich!" 

"The perks of being the mayor I guess. When I was a kid we never had any of the luxuries that we have now, I never really got a hold of the spoiled attitude- I only did that for show; so I didn't show my mother that I was a coward to her evilness." Desmond looks at me with a blank face. I turn around, I place my hands on his chest and smile, I reassure him that I'm okay. He picks me up and walks over to the door, shutting and locking it. He throws me onto the bed, kissing me with passion in each touch...

...*...

I prepare Desmond with all of the questions that my mother will bother him with, he has his suit on, his hair gelled and breath mints in his pocket. I have a very conservative dress with earrings hanging just at the base of my jaw line, My hair hanging over my shoulders; I don't have any mascara or makeup on. If she says anything it will be that my high heels aren't tall enough. Desmond places his hand on my cheek, I place my hand on his closing my eyes.

"Your so beautiful, I can't see a single reason for this family to abandon you. No matter what; I will never do that. Scouts honor." He raises his hand and smiles. A tear falls out from my eyes, I don't know how he does it but, I love him. 

"I love you so much." I cry before going on my tippy toes kissing him. I grab onto desmonds arm while we both walk down the hall into the brightly lit dining room. The maid I saw earlier is setting up and shining all of the silverware and plates. I look at desmond when he lets me go, I walk over to the girl, shyly. 

"Uhm, excuse me miss?" I say. When she does that she holds up her hands as if I'm going to hurt her, that when I place my hands on her forearm pulling it down and greeting her with smile, her face left clueless. 

"Can I help you?" I ask, pointing to the silverware. Her lips quiver's as if she is about to cry, no one in this house has offered her friendship. She nods her head, is she mute does she not talk? I pull out a chair and sit in it grabbing a linen cloth and begin to shine each dish, when the maid grabs me and begins to shake her head,

"Am I doing it wrong?" I laugh. She smiles and opens her mouth

"Let me show you," She mutters. I hand her the plate, She puts on a special liquid then rotates the plate as she wipes the cloth in a circular rotation. When she finishes, it looks so beautiful, I could see myself in the reflection.

"Wow!" I smile. That's when I notice it looks like even more people are joining us- almost like a party. I do one side of the table while she does the other. Maybe a should create some small talk,

"So what your name?" She looks up while she shines a plate,

"Jacklynn. I like Jacky more." I shake my head,

"Any children?" She looks scared when I ask.

"I did. But the mayor adopted her- I had no choice in the matter." She held the tears in her eyes from coming out. That is when I slam the last plate on the table making her jump, I was infuriated. 

"Are you serious!" I scream. She nods her head, I can feel my eyes changing colors so I turn away. My eyes flickering because I'm trying to calm down. 

"Oh, please don't tell her how I feel, ma'am." I close my eyes when desmond finds my hand, he bows,

"It is our deep regret for your current situation and shall not interfere with your personal business." My heart is beating rapidly but my anger is growing stronger. I bow then yank my hand from Desmonds grip storming out of the room. My fists are clenched and my thirst growing. How could she? how could my mother take someones child? Did the opportunity seize her, so she took advantage of it? I shake my head and lean against a wall, my hands buried in my face, crying. How could she? She takes everything she wants without even thinking how someone else feels, abusing the poor girl just because she can, taking the baby just because she could. Power has devoured her, taken away the soul that she loved, she has gone demented. My mother would never had done that because of the power she held. I knew desmond was standing next to me and I appreciate him just letting me cry, I'm so upset that he's witnessing how crazy my family is. Desmond grabs my hands, then removing them from my face, he wipes my tears, kissing me. He pins my arms against the wall planting kisses until he pierces my neck, I get a high from this feeling. He doesn't let a single drop drip, he then bites his wrist, tempting me. He kisses me feeding me a mixture of our blood together, eventually calming me down. We walked down the stairs and to the left, where we enter the fellowship room- this party is only for politicians- this has never happened, my mother never lets anyone come close. Tonight just might be the only night she doesn't slander me. Desmond grabs my hand and we enter the room together, everyones attention is drawn to us. We both smile, we can both hear everyones whispers- especially using our vampire hearing. 

Dinner was only minutes away, that is when I get pulled away from Desmond and being dragged down the hall- when desmond dissapears- I know it's to watch over me, he'll probably hide in a corner. When I get pulled around I notice my mother wearing her P.O'd face. 

"Don't ruin this for me, you hear me!" My eyes open wide, I did nothing wrong.

"I didn't do anything wrong." I retort.

"Bullshit! You walked in the room like you were the center of attention." I shake my head,

"No, Your wrong." I turn around, I didn't feeling like crying. But she grabs my wrist, turning me around quickly, she raises he hand, swinging it; that's when I feel a sting in my cheek- blood drawn.I hold my cheek because I know it will heal within a matter of seconds. The rage building inside me again- I can't take it. I loose control, my skin fading to the paper white and my body going cold. I know my eyes are changing color, my fangs protruding from my gums,

"what the hell?" She says. Terror filling her body, I can hear her shaking. 

"Alannah!" I look desmond, displaying anger, this is exactly what he was trying to keep me from- losing control. He grabs lauren by her shoulders flipping her around staring at her in her eyes.

"Forget everything you saw, go back to the party and have a fair time." He pushes her in the other direction, she places her hand on her head shaking it. 

"I-I-I'm sorry." I croak. 

"Don't you get it Alannah?! What if you hurt her? Even killed her! Would you forgive yourself?! I have no Idea what's gotten into you, but you have to control yourself, if you don't you'll kill someone!!" He yells. I wasn't suprised, I deserve this, that was immature of me. I could have lost it all, I need to sleep- I'm exauhsted. 

...**...

"I saw you at the airport." I found myself in the verge again. Facing Jeremy, he's wearing jewels and a very old outfit, something you might find the mythical dracula wearing. My arms are crossed, I was scared before but I'm just tired, I want to sleep and this is the only way I can rest. This time the verge was filled with multiple people, laying on the floor drained of blood except for two. He begins to step, his shoes pounding against the ground, His hand elbow resting on his forearm, his index finger and thumb playing with his chin. I am sitting on the floor, my hair hitting against my skin- the thing is, in the verge I come in with what I'm wearing. I am wearing a sports bra with my plaid pajama pants. He is pacing back and forth from one side to the other, why am I here again?

"What do you want with me?"

"I want you to become your true self." I look at him, a smile is appearing from his smug face. 

"Whatever." I scoffed. 

"How have you been feeling?" He smirks. I tilt my head in confusion, what could he possibly mean. Can I trust this man- vampire- grandfather? 

"I don't know, everything seems, out of control. I almost lashed out on my Mother- adoptive mother. I could have hurt her."

"Have you been... Sick?" He waits for my response. But he already knows.

"Yeah, what of it?" I say.

"True bloods live by a certain rule. True bloods are unique, we're not like the common vampire. The vampires who were turned by us can drink from anything, animal, human, they can even go days without drinking. We could too, but it wouldn't last for very long, eventually we start to starve; in your case, your body is craving what it hasn't had- it's telling you something but it itself doesn't even know. You need to drink from a human vein Alannah-" I stand up defensivly. Absolutely not, I will never drink from a human vein, ever. That's a human life that I could kill so easily. 

"Never." I turn around- there is no way I can leave on my own. 

"Alannah, isn't desmond a true blood?" I turn around, his eyebrow raised. How did he know Desmond was a true blood? 

"He drinks from Majika- that's how-" He starts to chuckle, 

"Do you know how much blood he'd have to drink from that animal just to get a little bit of strength? Her blood isn't as good as her half sister, clemintine. He has to drink from some human. Why don't I kick you out of here and ask him, when you get your answer come back. I'll have a few humans here," 

Why was I so calm around him, he killed me in the verge last time, is he using me for something? When I wake up I see Desmond staring at me. 

"Desmond, do you drink human blood?" He looks at me with concern, is he hiding something from me?