"It's quite alright. The time for ascension is nearly upon us. No sense continuing the ruse, especially when it was ineffective anyways. Pamela, would you alert all staff that we will no longer be giving Princess Lily her vitamins." Turning from her secretary who nods and leaves the room immediately to make a phone call, returning seconds later. My mother, turning back toward the twins my mother urges them to continue.
"Yes. Well. We…." Jill, whom I can now see has a slight beauty mark just above her lip unlike Jack, stammors.
"Please, speak freely. I need to know what is wrong with me. Please." I beg as a single tear glides down my cheek. I try to wipe it away before anyone sees, but the looks of pity on everyone's face tells me my efforts are useless. I guess weakness is what I'm serving for lunch today.
Looking toward my mother for approval, both Jack and Jill nod before Jack continues, addressing me directly. "Princess, you are an anomaly. We have worked tirelessly for 21 years since your birth trying to explain those anomalies, and trying to make sense of the prophesy. Thus far we have not been able to anticipate any of your extraordinary gifts. And you have hit milestones much sooner than we thought possible. Only those inside this room, and those tasked with keeping you safe are aware of any of these things, though many of the details have been kept secret until now."
Jill now, "Princess, we have concerns that you would not be able to bear a child. There are magical traces we have yet to pinpoint. Magic we have never seen before that did not show up until you drew your fangs at 16."
Peeking over at DC, I find he is looking back and forth from me to the twins in shock, his mouth gaping. Noone in this room but the two if us know the details surrounding my first bite. They know my fangs descended because I needed magical help to retract my fangs. But they have no idea that my fangs first withdrew while I was with Avery nor that I have actually had my first taste of blood…
They have no idea that I was drawn to DC in what I can only describe as a trance. I do not even remember approaching him, I only remember feeling like something horrible would happen if I did not go this direction. So I went, finding him there an emotional wreck. Seeing him hurting so much made my own heart hurt, like somehow I could feel his pain. Suddenly our past did not matter, all that mattered was comforting him.
The next thing I know were making out against a wall and my fangs are out. I must have nicked his lip. The moment his blood hit my tongue I was overcome with the most bizarre range of feelings. I was simultaneously filled with a sensation of completeness and a sensation of emptiness. The emptiness my mother has described in the past as bloodlust. Stating you lust for the blood to the point you feel empty like the only way to fill that void is through the blood.
I felt completely overwhelmed with the blood lust. I wanted to drink every drop that flowed through his veins. I will not lie, I honestly considered it. I took his face in my hands and I looked into those breath takingly green eyes, imagining what a world with out those eyes would look like. But I refused to be weak, so I said the first thing I could think of and ran away. I don't even know what I said, I just left. I ran straight to my mother who was able to use compulsion on me to force my fangs back. She commended me for my self control, bragging about how miraculous it was that I was able to restrain myself and push aside the desire to feed.
Apparently the first feed is said to be deadly more times than not because of the uncontrollable blood lust. Though the taste of him made my mouth water with the desire to drink every drop, I did not feel this deeper sensation my mother has always described. It wasnt that bad. It didnt feel any more addicting than a tub of ice cream on the first day of your cycle. I mean, yes. It was the most amazing thing I have tasted in my life, but I was able to leave very easily it seems, compared to the horror stories I have been told.
But the lust was enough to make me search for sensations similar. Once I had perfected withdrawing and retracting my fangs to the point it was like blinking or breathing, I started searching for that sensation. I started with humans because they hold no magic so their blood is not as potent, not as enticing. It was nothing too sinister- being I had mastered my powers of compulsion as a child, I was able to just compel the humans to prick their finger on my fang and allow me a taste. I have literally tasted every human in every school I have attended since 16, including Harvard Law.
Once I got completely bored of that I moved on to other paranormals. I have gone through the list of paranormals and tasted every known species I would find willing to give me a taste. Not one has left me feeling the way I felt when I had just a drop of Avery Lawson.
It's the reason I hate him so much. Forget all the relentless teasing, him making my teenage years miserable. Forcing me to reevaluate myself to the point I was so self conscious I was convinced my own shadow despised me. It's because of that lack of self esteem that I tried so hard to be perfect. To prove to him that I am better than he has always made me feel. But I could get passed all that superficial balderdash. What I cannot move past is the way the air seems to buzz when he enters a room, and how anxiety I was completely unaware of seems to disappear the moment I feel that familiar buzz. I do not have to see, hear, or smell him to know he is in the room- I can just feel it. The air changes when he enters a room.
Having him look at me the way he is now is almost unbearable. Like I am a disgusting weak specimen that needs to be irradicated. Worthless like a pest. This feeling of shame and disgust completely drowns out the normal soothing buzz I feel when he is near me. Snuffs it out completely like dying flames of a fire.
It's too much. I stand, thanking them for their honesty and excellent work. And then I leave. Not looking back.
I walk the streets of Boston for hours, declining calls from everyone: Mom, Dad, Mr. Lawson, multiple assistants and body guards even my best friend, Maddison. There is only one call I would probably pick up, but he is such a douche-canoe he would never call me to check on me. He only interacts with me when the goal is to cause misery, and he was raised well enough not to kick someone while they are already down.
So I walk. It's not close to dinner time, and I realize I have not eated since last night's dinner. I was too nervous this morning before the general assembly, and I burst out of the office before lunch. Stopping to grab a slice of pizza and a drink, I sit and just watch people.
My favorite part about being out and about in the human world is just people watching. Humans are so simple, but they treat every little inconvenience like it is the end of the universe. I love watching it. It's like watching a soap opera live. I get the same level of pleasure as other do watching live music performances.
I like to make my own stories, narrating their lives. Sometimes I get it very close to what is actually going on based on the explosions that inevitably occur. Walking past is a young women when seems upset- she has this air about her that tells me she just found out her boy friend cheated… No sooner did that thought cross my mind, and here is Mr Cheater Pants walking up and softly taking his hand. He goes on with the standard 'it's not what it looks like, that was my sister' kind of line. I dont buy it. She slaps him in the face as the 'sister' approaches and she tries to leave.
But then the dude's mother walks up, calling her name. Oh wow. It really is the sister. Apparently she has been in the DR on a mission trip, something about Doctors with out Borders or something… I did not see that coming. There is some more chatter, much more quiet this time, so even with my vampire/wolf hearing I can not put it together.
OH MY GOURD. He just dropped to his knee in the middle of the boston sidewalk. Does he know how disgusting this sidewalk is? Just last week I saw a homeless dude peeing right across the street… Everyone has now stopped talking and turned to watch as he gently takes her hand, explaining that he had planned to take her to dinner and do this the right way, but she already saw him in the ring store and misunderstood. I stopped listening to this hallmark knock off tomfoolery.
I have suddenly lost my appetite, that stupid buzzing feeling coming back. I look around and I can't see him but I can feel him. I stand, throwing my crust and empty cup into a near by wastebin. Ooops. I think I missed and hit the happy couple based off the scoffing I hear- but that would be an improvement to the storyline. None of the hallmark movies include having street food trash splashed up onto you by miserable bystander who doesn't even believe in love. Now her proposal story will be unique and not just another cliche. You're welcome stranger woman.