TrueBloods: A new beginning

9,096

I fainted by the time we got back inside, not for long though-desmonds warm body makes me feel safe and secure and my body came to rather quickly. Desmond sets me down on my bed, he then pulls up a chair next to me and looks inside my eyes-

"The blood on Jeremiah's mouth, it almost seemed like something a-"

"Vampire would do?" He said that with the utmost calm in his voice, as if I was just to believe it, and I did. 

"Yeah." I look down at my hands, I almost lost the last part of me that I cherished. Jeremiah seemed like a sweet guy, the way he came in on my orientation, was he really just using me to pass on what he called 'bloodline'? 

"Desmond, what happened with Jeremiah?" He looks up at me in shock- a normal American girl entering a world of supernatural things. I've read books and watched movies about the weird ass things like these- you know the usual, Edward and bella, Stefan, damon, and elena. All of those I was introduced to because I was going through that phase, and not a vampire obsession. More like- a romance fantasy. 

"If you're wondering if he's dead- he's not. He's what we call a jumper, he jumped the second he knew I could finish-" He walks over to a bookshelf in my room that I didn't even know I had. He pulls out a book with a green aged cover and walks back over to me. 

"This book has everything you need to know about us, about me. Alannah, I want to know who you are, there's something about you I just don't want to lose. Come to the party with me Alannah, you don't need to be scared with me." He sets the book down and out stretches his hand. I know I didn't need to be scared of him because I felt just the opposite of that. He makes me feel the safest I'd ever been, of course I'd go to the party with him. 

Desmond said the dress was and has always been casual; was Jeremiah really just trying to make it easier for him to use me? The dresser was filled with clothes I haven't even gotten the chance to wear. I know exactly what I want to wear; I want it to be sexy but not attention grabbing being that the event's that just happened an hour ago tells me to be careful. I grab my high waisted jeans with my gucci belt- I look down at the belt and think, 'Do I want to show how much money I have or do I want to just go have fun? I mean, my whole life was meant to show how much money my family has.' I put the belt back on it's hanger. This isn't a fashion show Alannah, just go have fun. I put on my vintage sweater and tuck the middle of it into my pants, my hair is still wavy but it's not enough- I need something more. I scan through my jewelry box looking for the extravagant piece. There it was, my head piece that's priceless to me, the only nice thing I remember from my mother before she turned Ice-cold towards me. It was a shiny blue with traces of pink. There was almost a bouquet of flowers in the middle of this headband, except this bouquet only had three flowers the could only be seen if you're standing above me and looking at my head. 

This headband goes well  with my blue and gray vintage sweater, I curl my eyelashes and put on mascara. That's all the makeup I want. 

I grab some leather knee-high boots and slip them on, this feels so much better than a cocktail dress. I wonder if Cerina is worried that I haven't showed up yet? I mean I honestly just want to sleep again but I'm ignoring like I was told to- what? I wasn't told to, was I? I hold my head and try to remember- I got nothing. 

I shrug my shoulders and I open the door- Desmond standing there about to knock on the door- 

"Oh, hey." He says casually. And boy- he changed, he's wearing a blue top paired with black jeans and checkered vans. He's wearing one earring, a sword dangling just at his jawline. s**t- that's a definite turn on. I pinched myself just to make sure it wasn't a dream, 

"Ouch." okay, definitely not a dream. 

"Are you alright?" He asks, he's prepared to catch me or do whatever it takes to make me feel okay, am I in love? 

"I don't want to seem weird but you look gorgeous," This feeling I have- It's different than what I had for Jeremiah, this one is real. 

"Not to bad yourself." I say. 

We had a conversation all the way down the stairs talking about silly things like our favorite colors. But those little things are what is going to make this relationship happen right? I mean, I feel so giddy with you desmond, if only you knew. 

When we finally reached outside everyone had drinks in their hand and laughing, there are more level D students as well. Is this the only time we all get to act normal- I mean we can't besides the 4 parties we get. 

Desmond turns me around, his hands placing on my shoulders, 

"Alannah you can not tell anyone-" I forgot the rest, I don't understand what was I not supposed to tell? I blinked my eyes and Desmond was smiling at me, again, outstretching his hand and me taking it. We walk in together, like a couple does. The thing is how does Desmond feel about me? Does he just want the same Jeremiah did and because he got caught his plan is being outstretched? 

Everyone, even the students of level D were staring at us, they probably expected me not to come- no, they're staring at desmond. Do they know something I don't? Cerina runs up to me and pulls me away from him-

"Alannah what are you thinking?!" She yelps. I look at her curiously, I don't understand why is everyone freaking out?

"Cerina, nice to see you again, how things with... Your parents?" Desmond's voice is cold now, does he not like Cerina, or once again does he know something I don't? 

"What are you doing to Alannah? She's Ice cold!" I look at Cerina, she seems upset the way she's radiating with anger- she isn't keeping the same composure I'm used to, the way she's standing is defensive. Her grip on me is tight. I look around and see everyone dancing again; minding there own business, it's just us again. This drama, it truly is like highschool isn't it. 

*WARP* 

I see Majika behind a tree- her hands facing towards us- I squint in order to see what's happening- I'm not an i***t, I know what's happening now. Still facing Majika I begin to talk, 

"Enough you two- what's going on here?" I turn around my eyes are weak with tiredness. They both look at me in a defeated way, Cerina probably knows because she's the one who told me about the supernatural beings,

"This trick here is to prevent Ms. Dean from seeing or hearing us, this is the exact thing I was in with Desmond my first night here. So wanna tell me what's going on?" I cross my arms to prevent them seeing my exhaustion. They both huff and cross their arms to, what's happening? 

"Alannah-" They both start, they look at eachother and Desmond motions for her to speak.

"Your under a spell. Ms.Dean or rather Eleanor Dean put you under a spell two days ago with Jeremiah, they both did which is why it's so powerful, we can't even break it." 

"what do you mean we?" I ask. Then Cerina looks at Desmond telling him to continue. I'm taking this surprisingly well.

After they talked to me for awhile I got some information on why I'm not thinking very well and am always tired- I must stay away from Ms.Dean. For all we know Jeremiah could be her little puppet because of his powers, if Jeremiah tells Ms.Dean about his failure she's bound do something bigger. The only equation missing is why are her and Jeremiah after me- after my womb more specifically.

    I walk over to the bridge and lean over it, staring into the water looking at my reflection of the person I've become. I keep mentioning how I've changed but for all I know this spell is what the dean uses on all the students to brainwash them; basically I may have not changed at all. I then look up at the sky and watch the stars shimmer in the night sky feel the nights breeze. There are 9,096 stars in the night sky, which means someone had all the time in the world to lay wherever they were and count every single one of them. They had no cares to attend to, imagine every countless night counting each thousand star- how would you count the stars without counting them twice over? Would you use satellites or just the naked eye? 

"What are you, desmond?" I ask to myself. How would talking about stars bring up desmond? 

"I'm afraid to tell you." He retorted. I turn around and grab onto the rails wrapping my fingers tightly around them. He gets up from a leaning position getting closer and closer to me, pinning me against he rail. 

"If I told you would you run from me," His breath touching my skin- he's so close, I look into his beautiful eyes, do I want to know?

"No." I whisper still looking into his eyes. I won't run, after everything I've been through I want to know the truth behind his gorgeous red shiny eyes. He gets really, really close, I'm bracing for impact, my hands get sweaty and I want to close my eyes but I want to see him and his every detail. 

"I'm a-" 

"Desmond!" We both turn our heads sharpley at the voice peering over the other side of us, Desmond closes his eyes in irritation. 

"I'm sorry." He says. I huff in agitation, I watch him walk away and join Majika, she flicks her finger on his ear and looks behind her, straight at me. 

What would he have done or said if she didn't intervene? Never mind that, I'm just going to enjoy the company of these beautiful stars.