Post by shiina on Jul 4, 2010 23:57:59 GMT -5
Morgan was just coming down from the second floor as I came up to the first floor. She was prancing down the stairs in her usual way, only she seemed much more bubbly and graceful. I could easily see the vampire in her; it seemed almost like she was made to be one.She was practically glowing, and even seemed happier than she had before. It seemed like she had been a vampire her whole life, the way she held herself. her grace was amazing... until she fell face first on the last step of the stairs.
I ran to her and helped her up. "You truly have the grace of a potato." I told her, my face blank and expressionless.
"So you've told me," she laughed, pushing her wet hair out of her face.
I started to laugh too, but stopped. "Wait," I said, "I never said that before."
She furrowed her brow indignantly and stuck out her tounge at me,"I heard you last night when I fell in the go-kart path. Don't think I'm deaf."
"Morgan, I never said it out loud. I remember thinking it, but I didn't say anything," I said, "I was too distracted by... I was too mdistracted to say anything." I didn't quite want to blurt out 'I was too distracted by your blood.'
"Then you must have been thinking out loud." She said, shooting me an expression that screamed, 'and you say I'm forgetful?'
"Whatever," I said, tired of the conversation and unwilling to cause a full-out argument to start. I began to walk away, knowing she would be afraid of being left out and followme. I had noticed the way she bounced around from table to table at lunch, getting into every conversation she could.It was obvious she liked attention.
Just like I thought, she followed;a lost puppy trotting along behind a child who had spared it a pat, tail between legs and its nose pointed down with its eyes looking up in that irresistably cute expression. My own puppy. My Morgan.
I walked into the living room with Morgan still close behind. Kayla was sitting on the couch staring into space. The TV was turned off.
"Having fun?" I asked sarcastically.
She looked at me with a dazed expression, as if she had just emerged from a long nap and was still distorted and half asleep.
"Is the laundry done?" I asked, noticing that neither the washer nor the dryer was on.
She just pointed wordlessly at a folded pile of clothes on the coffee table.
"Okay, whats wrong?" Morgan asked her, a sharp conviction in her voice. "Why won't you talk?"
"Nothing," Kayla said. Her woice was terrible, like a quieted version of the screech of metal against metal.
Morgan spoke up again almost immediately, "what happened to your voice?" She asked, practically screaming in alarm.
While Morgan had shouted that short outburst, I looked behind me, back into the kitchen. I found the answer to Morgans question, for there on the counter was the plastic bottle I had given Kayla, still full and unopened.
kayla noticed I had seen it, "I don't need it," she said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than me, "I grew up a vampire surrounded by only humans. I have the self-control. I have the will power." her eyes were distant, yet focused, as if she was staring at something only she could see. The way she was speaking, like she was directing her words to someone who wasn't really there, I half expected her to start rocking back and forth. She stayed rigid.
"I don't care about your control, Kayla," I said, sounding much harsher than I meant, "you were already having trouble last night. just as much trouble as I was, in fact. You can't go on in the condition you're in. Control isn't a factor when you're that weak."
She closed her eyes, "I'm fine," she breathed. As soon as the words were out, she swayed and fell over.
I ran to her and helped her up. "You truly have the grace of a potato." I told her, my face blank and expressionless.
"So you've told me," she laughed, pushing her wet hair out of her face.
I started to laugh too, but stopped. "Wait," I said, "I never said that before."
She furrowed her brow indignantly and stuck out her tounge at me,"I heard you last night when I fell in the go-kart path. Don't think I'm deaf."
"Morgan, I never said it out loud. I remember thinking it, but I didn't say anything," I said, "I was too distracted by... I was too mdistracted to say anything." I didn't quite want to blurt out 'I was too distracted by your blood.'
"Then you must have been thinking out loud." She said, shooting me an expression that screamed, 'and you say I'm forgetful?'
"Whatever," I said, tired of the conversation and unwilling to cause a full-out argument to start. I began to walk away, knowing she would be afraid of being left out and followme. I had noticed the way she bounced around from table to table at lunch, getting into every conversation she could.It was obvious she liked attention.
Just like I thought, she followed;a lost puppy trotting along behind a child who had spared it a pat, tail between legs and its nose pointed down with its eyes looking up in that irresistably cute expression. My own puppy. My Morgan.
I walked into the living room with Morgan still close behind. Kayla was sitting on the couch staring into space. The TV was turned off.
"Having fun?" I asked sarcastically.
She looked at me with a dazed expression, as if she had just emerged from a long nap and was still distorted and half asleep.
"Is the laundry done?" I asked, noticing that neither the washer nor the dryer was on.
She just pointed wordlessly at a folded pile of clothes on the coffee table.
"Okay, whats wrong?" Morgan asked her, a sharp conviction in her voice. "Why won't you talk?"
"Nothing," Kayla said. Her woice was terrible, like a quieted version of the screech of metal against metal.
Morgan spoke up again almost immediately, "what happened to your voice?" She asked, practically screaming in alarm.
While Morgan had shouted that short outburst, I looked behind me, back into the kitchen. I found the answer to Morgans question, for there on the counter was the plastic bottle I had given Kayla, still full and unopened.
kayla noticed I had seen it, "I don't need it," she said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than me, "I grew up a vampire surrounded by only humans. I have the self-control. I have the will power." her eyes were distant, yet focused, as if she was staring at something only she could see. The way she was speaking, like she was directing her words to someone who wasn't really there, I half expected her to start rocking back and forth. She stayed rigid.
"I don't care about your control, Kayla," I said, sounding much harsher than I meant, "you were already having trouble last night. just as much trouble as I was, in fact. You can't go on in the condition you're in. Control isn't a factor when you're that weak."
She closed her eyes, "I'm fine," she breathed. As soon as the words were out, she swayed and fell over.