the 24th of September, 2010
LAILA
“Laila, it’s me, your father. Stop rolling your eyes and listen to me. I was forced to run away – where to or why I cannot tell you in this letter because it might get intercepted.
I just wanted you to know that I promise I’ll be back for you. And that will be before I go completely bald, okay?
Take care of yourself. If not for me, for your mother at least.”
Touching. I’ll just go wallow in self pity now.
FABIAN
It’s almost midnight. I don’t have to look at the clock to know that. I just know. Or should I say – my vampire self is aware of it. This city is so quiet around this hour. Quiet, yet it speaks to me. It calls to me. Or is it the night itself that does so? I tend to think both. There is something about this worn-out place –
I just heard something from Laila’s apartment. Sort of a scream. How many rats can there be in one building?
Again.
Something is wrong. I can sense...
LAILA
...DESPAIR.
Where am I?
A place with endless walls, all painted in black.
I realized I was shouting, but there was no echo to it. No, there was no sound at all. My voice only exists in my head.
I need to get out. I need to break free.
It feels as if I’ve been running for a very long time. But this place never ends, the walls never change, the darkness just gets deeper...
And then there was nothing but pain.
PAIN.
Why does it hurt so bad? Oh, my God, I’ve never felt so thorn apart! Why is this happening? My soul feels like it’s being twisted over and over again.
And then, I couldn’t breathe anymore.
“Wake up...” I could hear a very faint voice in the dark.
“Laila! Can you hear me?” the voice started getting louder.
“WAKE UP!”
I woke up to Fabian’s worried face. His hair was all messed up and he was panting. His eyes held a strange intensity. He was sitting on the side of my bed, with his shirt unbuttoned, cradling me like a new-born.
Wait a minute.
“Let go of me!” I almost fell out of bed trying to release myself from his cold embrace. Cold? No, I must be feverish.
“What the hell are you doing in my bedroom? How did you get in?” I then started to mentally curse myself for forgetting to lock the door, when he lifted one hand and pointed at the window.
“Through there. My balcony is next to your window.” He said so matter-of-factly. It was as if he were telling me that tomorrow’s chances of rain are high.
“W-what??” I managed. Sure enough, the window was open and we were only on the 2nd floor, but it was outrageous!
“Have you gone completely nuts, mister??”
“If you question my sanity, the answer is quite vague. But I would fear yours is in more trouble than mine is, since you were having such a strong nightmare. Has this happened before?”
“You are unbelievable! First you break into my home and now you’re the one ASKING me questions?”
“You should seriously consider telling someone about those nightmares...”
“What nightmares? Not that it matters, but this is the first time I had one this strange. But what am I telling a pervert like you for?” I raised my hands to the ceiling.
“A pervert? Look, I think you’ve got this the wrong way.” He looked quite flustered this time. Points for me.
“Oh, really! So you mind explaining to me how you got the idea of climbing through my window in the middle of the night?”
the 30th of September, 2010
FABIAN & GABRIEL
hot_fangs@yahoo.com wants to add you as a friend.
YES NO
hot_fangs: hey, why did you refuse my invitation?
hot_fangs: seriously, who the hell is edward? WTF, are you gay??? is he your long lost love? :-)
hot_fangs: BUZZ!
edward_cant_bite: i wonder what will happen if I push the SPAM button... :-?
hot_fangs: haha
hot_fangs: you’re joking right?
hot_fangs: honestly, I don’t know why I even bother to talk to you
hot_fangs: must be because of that cute face you make when you’re angry *audible: I’m melting*
edward_cant_bite: now who’s gay? :-)
hot_fangs: who said I wasn’t?
edward_cant_bite: ah... didn’t you like women?
hot_fangs: haven’t you heard of bisexuals? man, you’re such a prude
edward_cant_bite: ah... well I’m flattered
hot_fangs: hey
edward_cant_bite: but...
hot_fangs: stop right there
hot_fangs: I’m not hitting on you
edward_cant_bite: that’s a relief
hot_fangs: your love affairs with wimpy human women are just too much fun to watch >:)
edward_cant_bite: what??
hot_fangs: I saw you at the bookstore with that laila girl
edward_cant_bite: that I can explain
hot_fangs: no need
hot_fangs: I saw the whole my-jewels-hurt scene too
hot_fangs: you know, if you need lessons about how to treat a lady, I’m always available
edward_cant_bite: fuck off
hot_fangs: just saying
hot_fangs: if you need me...
edward_cant_bite: scram
the 4th of October, 2010
LAILA
I hate Mondays. And I hate new *beginnings*. All that nonsense about how change is good for you – I don’t buy it. It’s tiring. Having to adapt to a new place, I mean. But above all else, new people.
New faces, new attitudes. I dread those attitudes the most.
The first 30 seconds when entering a room full of unknown people are a battlefield. Yes, a bloody battlefield in which the stares are daggers and the whispers are smoke bombs. And then, when you finally reach your desk, they decide whether you’re worthy of their presence or not.
That’s all it takes. 30 seconds.
I’ve always been afraid of starting anew. That is particularly why you can imagine my loathing on the first day at the University.
The main reason was this – the students there were not people. Not even human.
They were girls.
Sure, they would be guys too, but not as many since we’re speaking of a degree in literature. Now tell me, how many of your guy friends read? I thought so.
Well, seeing how I’m constantly preoccupied with fashion magazines (and Horror books, don’t forget to mention that), you would assume I was quite the popularity queen and if not, at least one of her highness’s minions.
Wrong assumption.
So I like Louis Vuitton. And Channel. And all those other French guys whose names I can’t remember. That alone is not enough to make that species like me. Oh, how ironical that I’m a part of the same species.
For some reason, I could never quite bond with girls as well as I did with boys. Now there’s a species to be admired. Not all of them, of course. But some of the specimens are to die for.
Back to the subject. I always enjoyed male company the best. Am I a tom-boy? At heart, maybe. On the surface – hardly.
What to do? I can’t back down now. Oh yeah, that arrogant Fabian will be there. Unfortunately, he’s an-old-lady-that-lives-with-her-cats at heart.
My worst nightmare begins now.
Hope this will end quickly and without any great pains. Guy radar on.
FABIAN
I HATE MONDAYS. Especially the first Monday when courses start.
Why, you might ask. It’s quite simple. Every time I go to a new university, I have to go through the pains of making my position clear. Yes, I mind you sitting next to me. Yes, I’m ignoring you. Yes, you should just get over it. Yes, you’re damn right I’m rude and inconsiderate.
All that girly giggling and elbowing is driving me insane. Sometimes I wonder if I should just try another specialty. Literature is most appealing to the female side after all.
Anyway, Gabriel’s presence here is not of much help. He’s even worse than the girls, speaking loudly and attracting all the attention. I must remember not to associate with him during class or else I’m doomed.
Oh, Laila’s sitting in front of me. I don’t think she even noticed me. She has her headphones on. Now that’s the reaction I was looking for. Total oblivion. But does a vampire ever get what he wants? As Twilight has taught us, not if you don't sparkle.
LAILA
Wow, now that’s a first. I actually had fun today. I mean, at the end when Fabian ran for the door before Gabriel and his human tail of love-struck girls could reach him was hilarious. I was wiping tears from my eyes because of all the laughing when I noticed there were a few other girls doing the same. What do you know? I’m not the only one with decent tastes, after all.
the 5th of October, 2010
FABIAN
“You’re getting on my nerves and I do not recommend that to anyone.”
“Oh, come on, you dork. It’s just a harmless party. Besides, you haven’t seen my new place.” Gabriel’s mocking voice was on the phone.
“Yes, and that’s top on my list of things to do tonight.” I added equally mockingly.
There was a pause.
“You have a list?”
“No, you idiot! But supposing I had one... Never mind, I’m not coming and that’s final.”
“But I was hoping you could bring your cute neighbor and we could all have a ménage-“
I hung up before he could say it.
LAILA
Huh, who knew I could get bored living by myself.
I finished all the episodes in this season’s Grey’s Anatomy.
I ate all the chocolate.
I did some Pilates so I wouldn’t feel so guilty about the chocolate.
I re-read all my old comics.
I stared out the window and tried catching a sound from next-door.
I even painted my toenails.
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GOD, I’M BORED.
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I need a DISTRACTION.
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