Vampyre

Chapter Two

I stared up at the beautiful blue sky. I breathed in the cool, crisp evening air, deeply. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around. Then my eyes landed on him. He’s the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Every time I look at him, I am in complete awe. He turned towards me, smiled, and walked back over to me. I smiled back at him, patted the spot next to me for him to sit.

He sat down next to me, facing me.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s beautiful. I love this place.” I reply.

“I’m glad,” he says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “I was hoping you would.”

“Thank you. For spending this whole summer with me. I’ve had a blast.”

“So, have I. I don’t want the summer to end.” He laughed.

I took a deep breath, took his hands in mine and told him what I needed to tell him for weeks.

I looked him in the eyes, “Mikah, I’m moving. They are sending me to a new foster home. I don’t exactly know where. I have been trying to tell you for weeks, I just didn’t know how. I’m so sorry.”

He wiped tears from my eyes I didn’t even know where falling and then he pulled me into his lap. He hugged me tight to his body as if his life depended on it.

“It’s okay. I know you must.”

I looked at him, “how did you know?”

“Remember when we went to the lake, and you fell asleep?”

“Yeah?”

“You started talking in your sleep about it.”

I felt myself crying again. I took his face in my hands and kissed him. It was slow and passionate. I felt his tears mix in with the kiss. It was a longing kiss, a goodbye kiss. We didn’t know if we would see each other ever again kiss.

BEEP, BEEP.

I open my eyes, stare up at the ceiling, and sigh. I sat up and turn off the alarm. The dreams are about Mikah, I think to myself. I slide out of bed and walk over to some French doors; I assume were my closet. I open both doors and stare into the closet in awe.

“This is the biggest closet I have ever seen.” I say aloud as my eyes scan all the clothes.

I glance back at the alarm clock, “cool, ten minutes to get to his office.”

I step in and look around a little. I end up pulling on a pair of form-fitting skinny jeans, slipping on a pair Adidas Superstars, and grabbing a Baja jacket. I walk to the foyer and see Mikah leaning against the stair banister looking at his phone. I take a deep breath and clear my throat to get his attention.

“Hey.” he says smiling, tucking away his phone into his pocket.

“Hi.” I smile back.

“You ready to see what Carter wants?”

“Yeah. Where’s his office anyway?” I ask.

“Right this way.” He answers walking towards a red door.

I follow Mikah to the door. He opens it. Carter is in there sitting at a beautiful oakwood desk, hunched over a laptop. He looks up at us as we walk in. Carter smiles, closes his laptop, and motions for us to sit down in the chairs in front of his desk.

“Jade,” he smiles at me after he looks up from his laptop, “I hope you slept alright. Mikah told me about what happened last night. He spent the whole night looking for you. You ran far.”

I glance over at Mikah. He is looking at his hands as if he was shy or something. I look back at Carter and nod.

“Yeah, I was very confused. I don’t know what came over me. Just had the thought of running so I did.”

He smiles warily, “there is no need to be scared if you are. It’s perfectly normal to have that reaction when you’re told you’re becoming a Vampyre.”

I just nod as a response. I’m not quite sure yet on how to feel about anything.

“So, I asked you both here because I wanted to let you know, Jade, you going to start a ‘new school’,” he motions his fingers as air quotes.

I raise an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

“The high school is not only a ‘normal high school’,” Mikah speaks using the air quote motion as well, “it’s also a school for people like us.”

I look at him, “so my high school is technically a night school? How come I didn’t know that? Or anyone for that matter?”

“Well, the town has a council that allows us to be here and exist without any suspicion from humans. So, everyone thinks we’re only regular people.” Carter says.

“Oh okay. That makes sense.” I smile at Carter and Mikah.

“Anyway, starting tomorrow, Jade, you will be the newest student to the night class of East View High.”

“I will be showing you around. It’s a little different than what you are used to.” Mikah says as he gently touches my arm.

I blush slightly as a gentle spark shoots up my arm. ‘Why do I keep feeling the slight electricity between us? Am I crazy? Does he feel the same? I’m so confused.’ I think to myself. Mikah was smiling at me. I swear he can read my mind. I shake my head to shake away my thoughts and smile back at him.

“Is there anything I can do or get before tomorrow?” I ask Carter.

He chuckles, “no, we got you covered. All the things you’ll need will be in your room before you leave tomorrow.”

“Sweet,” I stand up from my chair to leave.

“Mikah, why don’t you show her around the house?” Dr. Carter asks Mikah as I put my hand on the doorknob.

“I’d love to.” He replies.

I open the door as I hear him stand out of his chair. He catches up to me as I walk out of Carter’s office.

“I want to show you the library first.” He smirks at me.

I raise an eyebrow, “isn’t there one at the school?”

“Oh yeah. Obviously. But ours is so much better.” He answers walking towards the stairs.

I follow him as we walk up the stairs and down the hallway past my room. He points out rooms as we walked, telling me several others lived here and that I’ll meet them soon. We reach two doors at the end of the hall. They are beautiful. There are vines elegantly carved into the red cherry wood. I run my fingers on the vines.

“Go on in.” Mikah says opening the other door I’m in front of.

I stepped inside and my jaw drops. He wasn’t kidding when he said their library was better than the school’s. It’s huge. It has floor to ceiling bookshelves that goes all the way around the room. I walk further into the room and catch a glimpse of an upstairs level with more bookshelves. I’m in complete awe of this place.

The ceiling has an opening in the middle just like down at the front door, but in here the glass is stained glass. The glass has altering colors creating a painting of a woman under the moon. Her hands are reaching toward the moon as if she is offering something to it. I squint my eyes a little bit and see she does have something in her hands. In one hand, there looks like there must be something, but I can’t quite make out what it is. The object looks like it was shattered away. In her other hand is a red stone.

“I’m really going to love it here. Especially in here.” I say spinning around in a circle admiring and taking in the library.

“I know.” Mikah says making me jump.

I forgot he was in here. He is leaning against one of the pillars, staring at me. I feel myself beginning to blush. I’m starting to feel self-conscious.

“Why are you always staring at me like that?” I breathe out.

“Like what?” he asks innocently.

“Like you know me.” I answer.

He coughs and starts choking. I narrow my eyes at him. He catches his breath, as I continue to stare at him. He lets out a deep breath.

“Do you know me?” I ask.

He has a look on his face like he’s contemplating answering me. I take a step closer to him. I feel frustration grow from the bottom of my stomach.

“Mikah. Answer me. Do you know me.” I command.

He sighs, “yes. But I wasn’t supposed to tell you yet. I was supposed to wait until all your memories came back.”

I stare at him in shock. He walks towards me and grabs my hand. He pulls me out of the library.

“I promise I’ll explain later. Just, let me finish showing you around, so Carter doesn’t end up kicking my ass.” He says with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Fine. You better explain or I will kick your ass.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and laughs, “fair enough.”

For the rest of the night, he shows me everywhere around the house. Inside and out. And I thought the library was breathtaking. The exterior of the house was even more elegant, with its wrap around porch, beautiful marble pillars, its well-kept bushes and shrubs, and the cobblestone walkway. I am truly in awe of its beauty. It feels welcoming and for the first time in years I feel like I belonged somewhere. I believe I can call this place home.

After Mikah shows me his favorite place in the whole house, which is the home movie theater, he walks me to my room. The sun is beginning to rise, so it is time for bed. I don’t realize how tired I feel until we reach my door. I yawn.

“You’ll get use to sudden change in sleep pattern.” Mikah says as he yawns himself.

I open my door and step in a little bit. Mikah grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. I hesitate before hugging him back. Being in his arms feels nice. I take a deep breath, and I smell that strong scent when I first saw him in the doorway of my room last night. He smells of eucalyptus and sage. It’s starting to become my favorite smell.

I pull away from him, not because I don’t want to hug him, but because I’m super tired and would fall asleep right there. I smile at Mikah, wave him goodnight, and watch as he walks away. He walks a few feet down from my door and walks into his own room. I sigh, stepped back into mine, and shut the door behind me.

“I don’t understand why I feel so drawn to him. I barely know him. I just met him last night. At least I think I just met him. He says he knows me. But how?” I talk to myself as I climb into my bed.

“Maybe my dreams are memories.” I answer my own question as my head hit the pillow.

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and fall asleep hoping I dream another memory.

***

I heard a knock on the door. I wiped away the tears spilling down my face and opened the door. Mikah was standing there, eyes red and puffy. I could tell he was crying as well. I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and hugged him closely. He wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, hugging me back.

“I’m really sorry it has to come to this.” He says, putting back down.

“It’ll be okay. It’s for the best.” I try to reassure him, but I know it won’t work.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. I kiss him back and try not to cry.

He pulls away from the kiss and leaving his hands on my cheeks, he looks me in my eyes, “you had a great summer with your foster family. I wasn’t a part of your summer. You won’t remember who I am because it’s the best thing to do.”

“Best thing to do.” I repeated.

I was staring into his eyes. They were very mesmerizing.

“You will forget the time we spent together. You will forget I exist and go on about your life.” He continued as tears rolled down his cheeks.

He turned me around to face my last box and whispered, “you will forget us ever meeting.”

I felt a slight breeze around me and shivered. I looked around me, but I was alone. My face felt wet, so I touched my cheek.

“Why am I crying so hard?” I looked around my room and sighed, “man, I’m going to miss this place.”

I grabbed the box on my bed and walked out the door.

***

I wake up with a jolt. I sit straight up in bed and rub my eyes. I’ve been crying in my sleep. I must go to Mikah. I look at the clock on my nightstand. 3:30pm. I jump out of bed and practically run out my door to Mikah’s room. I stand in front of his door and take a breath. What am I even going to say? I ask myself as I knock on his door. I wait a minute, no answer.

I knock again. I hear some shuffling behind the door before it opens. Mikah is standing in the doorway in nothing but gym shorts. I bite my lip and blush slightly. I can’t believe how gorgeous he is. I shake away my thoughts. He is rubbing his eyes, so he doesn’t notice I am standing there.

“Hello?” He says as he stops rubbing his eyes.

I smile at him, and I feel my eyes start to water. He realizes it’s me and he has a worried look on his face.

“I-I remember.” I stammer.

He looks confused. Then I see the realization on his face.

“Everything?” He questions.

“No, not everything. I remember the last time I saw you.” I answer.

“So, you remember the meadow?” he asks.

I nod, “the meadow and the day I left my old foster home.”

A smile stretches across his face. I feel butterflies in my stomach. I’m not sure if it’s because of how nervous I feel around him or what. I look away blushing.

I rub my arm, “Okay. I’m going to go back to sleep before we get up for food. I just felt that I needed to tell you. So, bye.” I turn and walk away, not waiting for a response from him.

I step into my room, shut the door, and lean back against it. I chew on my lip thinking of how the tour of the school with Mikah will go. I let out a deep sigh and crawl back into my bed. After about an hour, I fall into a dreamless sleep.