Lawrence's POV: Chapter 3

Lawrence paced the mansion. He felt trapped like a slave reciting the same cycle of frustration and seclusion day after day. He swallowed, then closed his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. "How, how, how, how." This is pissing me off, he thought irritably, biting his lip and pulling at his ear piercing. His eyelids lowered in a dark glare at nothing particular. Deep down, she's hurting. Her heart aches, but she's too kind to do anything about it. Do better she thinks? Can vampires get high? God knows. Despite being a vampire, Lawrence had a sort of faith that there was a god. He didn't really worship, but he believed there was a god, and had faith in Him, as did Aleria. Lawrence paced the mansion-castle impatiently. After twenty minutes or so of thinking, he went to the kitchen for a snack.

Vampires can eat human food. It is just for taste, though. Blood is for the... need, and desire. And control. He opened up the fridge, waving away the blood that resided within and went for the goods. Cake. He gave a happy smile as he pulled it out of the fridge. He placed it on the counter then took out a fork from the drawer, and a plate from the cabinet. He nibbled on the cake, thoughtfully. If I were a super-duper high class vampire, would I have a secret exit, and or entrance? Yes, I would. Kay, so. Uhhh. Let's look around? Lawrence's other half shrugged, trying to be apathetic. In reality, he was even more worried.

Lawrence, didn't necessarily have split personalities, though he did have switches-random, or not-between both sides of him. More so, that he was torn between acting more like he did as a human and acting more like he does as a vampire. Let's call his vampire, Kieran. It meant, 'little dark one' in Irish. It was his middle name as his human. The one he'd forgotten. To him... it was now his vampire name.

Kieran led Lawrence to the opening of the basement. Lawrence gazed at the basement begrudgingly but opened the door anyway. The maids had forbade him to go down the basement. But that just meant that something was there. So he went anyway. Kieran smirked, now. He fumbled around for a light switch, with surprising grace, catching the small lever on the side of the hall quickly with one try. You're a vampire, you twit. Be more conscious of yourself. Lawrence frowned mentally and scowled. Kieran gave a small chuckle, out loud and stepped down the stairs, admiring the atmosphere, sarcastically.

The basement was made of stone, and was cool to the touch. The hall of the stairs Kieran was walking down had rickety wooden stairs and dim industrial lamps attached to the high ceiling. The walls were a pale grey, lined with a simple black band near the top. The rooms, themselves were actually pretty large. Kieran felt something was wrong, but kept walking, acting perfectly collected. But deep down, in this basement filled with trinkets and old artifacts, he was unnerved. There was a slightly evil air in the room, and there was a very faint smell of rotting flesh; so faint, even vampires would not be able to detect it. Lawrence. (Hm?) Do you know if there is a cemetery around here? (Huh. I don't believe there was... I'm pretty sure. I scouted the area, while looking for-Um. There isn't a cemetary near here. Lawrence finished quietly. But Kieran didn't need him to finish. He knew what he was going to say. He was going to say 'while looking for a way to Aleria'. But it couldn't be helped. Everywhere they went, they could never find her. They'd get lost and end up back at the house. She probably did that on purpose. Kieran scowled.

Kieran felt Lawrence become happier than usual then he realized he was singing again. YOU KNOW I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIRL. WHERE CAN I FIND A WOMAN LIKE THAT?! Kieran was silent for a few moments before kicking Lawrence into his subconscious. Which... was maybe worse than leaving him there. Kieran had the sudden urge to sing Jessie's Girl, as well, now. Kieran gave a flat look, mixed with desperation as he looked around the room. It looked like a regular basement, with a few guest rooms and an entertainment area, filled with gaming systems and speakers. Kieran realized that it wasn't really happiness that Lawrence was feeling, but nervousness. Lawrence had the same sensitivity to moods and people, but was weaker against it than Kieran. Lawrence, what do you sense? (I don't know, Kieran... It just seems. Wrong. Like, inhuman. Like something twisted and sick and disgusting here happened. Lawrence sounded worried. Urgent, and scared in his mind. That worried Kieran a bit. Before Lawrence was changed he was at an institute for psychics. That power carried over and enhanced when he became a vampire. Kieran feared that he may see something... disturbing. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

Then Kieran heard it.

A horrible mental scream. High-pitched, and full of terror. It sounded like Aleria.

CHAPTER 2

I walked. Walked and walked and walked till I had run out of thoughts to think of. They were all of Lawrence. ‘I’ll follow you.’ Someone would do that for me? Follow me? Stay... with me? I laughed and shook my head bitterly at the thought. Jaded, I am, and jaded, I’ll stay. No one will come in. Not for an eternity. But he did, didn’t he, Aleria? He came in so deep that you can never rid yourself of him. My jaw clenched at the inner voice and I punched the wall of the mansion.

Hey, I just said I walked till I ran out of thoughts to think of, not that I walked a long way.  I only walked about twenty feet from the door, actually. “Why.” He asked across the hallway. I kept walking.Walk, till nothing else exists. I told myself, swallowing a sob. Why did I come to love him? Why did I come to love someone? I gave him a cool look for a few seconds before turning on my heel to leave. Go. Leave, before you cannot. I gave a bitter laugh before saying:

"I never loved you anyway. Get over me, and get over yourself."

Did God make me stupid? Apparently, so. I mentally punched myself for my stupidity. I laughed, too. There was a variety of things building up in me at that moment. Sorrow. Irritation. Self-hate. I laughed. What was it that I laughed at? My stupidity. Then I shook my head and walked over to Rei. "Come, Rei. We have to go now." I gave a slight smile and twisted my head over to look at Lawrence. "Sayonara." I added with a small wave. Casual. So casual it hurt more than just a goodbye. 




"Mistress, are you not going to...?" I gave him a small smile, tilting my head up at him from where I walked beside him. "Oh?" He coughed awkwardly, "Take him in with you..." he murmured quietly. I smiled, for an answer and stepped into the car. He frowned and looked backward at the other mansion with a sad smile. Just as I, when he wasn't looking. In the car, too. I gazed back at it, subtly, with longing. I'm a huge idiot. No other word for it, that isn't a synonym. Ugh. But I can't turn back now. This is better for him. He can find someone better than me.


Then it dawned on me. Why exactly is it dangerous for him to be with me? I narrowed me eyes in thought. There were the basics. But there was more to that. Something, I had not yet, figured out. I sighed and looked at the retreating landscape behind me. "Maybe things would be different, if I were..." I gave a strained smile and closed my eyes. I would of been looking up at the grey ceiling of the car, if I weren't so tired. But I was. Exhausted, for that matter. Since sleep and exhaustion go hand in hand (or so, I assume) I went into a deep sleep. In the car. 

CHAPTER 1

I peered through the window, staring at him. “Lawrence... you have grown so much...” I murmured, staring at him sit in the rose garden. But. In actuality, he had not seen my face since I had first found him two years ago. I had only been seventeen then, and I was now nineteen, and he was twenty-two.

I never really understood, why I did what I had done, that night.

I saved him.

People in gangs, people who leech off others.

I didn’t think he was like that.

Lawrence was Lawrence, sweet and tender.

I changed more than him, I watched from afar as his face changed, his body grew, all rapidly, because I had changed him. Because I wanted him. His, hair was still silver, streaked with night and his eyes still matched, he became more handsome every day. Too handsome.

He was also getting restless. He kept wanting to see me. I knew it was best to watch him and take care of him from afar, but stubborn and honourable Lawrence said I had to be repaid. I rolled my eyes, at the thought, What could he possibly do to repay me? Oh. Right.

I squeezed my eyes tight as I remembered the first time we had met, my lips tingled, as I thought of us kissing, and my cheeks flushed.

“Mistress!” someone called, I was slapped out of my imagination, and I turned to the door. “Master Lawrence says he wants to see you, again and he won’t leave until you see him. “Tell him, he is wasting his time, and that I am no not here.” I said simply. Rei, my head butler, bit his lip nervously. “He’s right here, Mistress...” his boyish-but handsome-face paled, as he saw my expression. I sighed then gave a low growl, “I knew I should not have come to visit, today. I should of stayed at my own mansion...” I muttered.

“What do I do-“ the door slammed open and Lawrence ran in, and kissed me. My eyes went wide, and I felt like someone had just saved me from my eternal salvation. I got that feeling in my stomach again, all light and bubbly inside. Rei gaped at Lawrence, and blushed, as he quickly walked out of the room, incredibly flustered.

“I missed you so much...” he said, his voice cracking. Imprinting... I thought weakly, as he nibbled on my neck. “Lawrence...” I said softly, “We can’t do this... You might get hurt.” I tried to explain. The thought of Lawrence getting hurt made my chest ache, and feel nauseous. “Don’t worry... I’m here.” He murmured, hugging me tight and smelling my hair. I thought of the men who tried to court me, they played dirty... they wanted money and wealth. Not me.                

“You cannot do that, sir!” I heard Rei protest. “I will most certainly do so!” someone snapped at him. I gasped, as he bit into my flesh. I tried to cover my mouth, so no one would hear, and I heard someone stomping up the stairs, “Lawrence!”I hissed, “You could get hurt!” I cried. He ignored it, and kissed my lips. “What are you doing?!” Scho screamed, as he walked in. “She is engaged to me!” I gasped for air, “I am not engaged to you!” I growled, “I don’t even like you! You make me sick.” I spat, glaring at him. narrowed his muddy green eyes and slapped me. I glared at him, my eyes glowing red, in a matter of seconds he was turning into ash, screaming to live. “You dared to raise your hand against me and now you shall pay.” I seethed.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

I felt light headed and dizzy, without the slightest idea. I looked around wearily, trying to avoid Lawrence’s gaze. My god, I thought,what must his expression be? One of horror? Disappointment? I swallowed, and look around wearily; disoriented. “Lawrence, leave. You have to go. Now.” He wasn’t horrified. It was horrified at that alone. He should be horrified. Disturbed. But no, he isn’t. He just comes and ignores me. Instead of listening and leaving, he came from behind me and hugged me. It was so... uncustomary. The tenderness that the embrace held was indescribable. It brought small flecks of tears to my eyes. No. Lawrence and you can’t be together. He can do better. You found him as a stupid, young teenager; bored and pitiful. Look what you did, Aleria. You fell inlove with him. You changed him. You want him to stay, don’t you? You want to be with him. This one that you changed.

I nearly started bawling right there at the self-confliction within me. I hate myself. I thought with a passion. I don’t deserve him, or anyone. I’m never good enough. No one loves me. My chest tightened, painfully. “Go.” I whispered. Part of me told me I wanted him so much. The other half told me I didn’t deserve to want him. That half was the smart one. He stared at me. “I’ll follow you.” He said, his voice echoing throughout the room. It was silent after that. For how long, I had no idea. I could hear the steady pounding of our hearts as we gazed at one another. “Don’t waste your time.” 

And with that, I attempted to walk out of his life.

Simply  put... I hated it. Life. The hypocritical societies. The people with no drive. The leeches... but. If I hated them so much, why did I feel so much compassion and warmth for the man laying on the sidewalk, unconscious? Why did I feel he was different? I asked myself, as I kneeled down to press a hand to his face. He immediately opened his eyes and jumped to the other side of the alley, holding a gun to my head. I stared at him. “I’m not going to hurt you, you imbecile.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, then lowered his gun to waist level. “What are you doing here?” I asked, curiously, “None of your business.”

My eyes widened slightly, as I heard his voice. It was deep, sensual, but musical and had a nice tenor to it. It was the kind of voice you could listen to over and over again, and it would only sound more and more beautiful.

“Come on, you big idiot, tell me why you are here, or I’ll make you do so once we reach my home.” He glared at me, “Are you mute, deaf, anything? If not, then speak.” He sighed, “Are you so rude to everyone?” he asked, glaring at me. “I am helping you. Now get up.” I said coolly. He narrowed his eyes at me, and slowly stood up from his crouched position.

“Where are you hurt?” I asked, feeling his body, for injuries. He looked away, his silver hair, shining in the street light. His eyes solemn, “Why are you helping me?” I ignored him, then touched his ribs lightly. He winced,  then closed his eyes as I pressed my cool hand against it, healing him.

My body throbbed painfully, as I looked at him.  I began panting, heavily. I pressed my body against him, and my hands beside his head. He turned my face to his, kissing me roughly. I gasped, and closed my eyes. “Mhm...” I moaned, he turned me around and slammed me into the wall wrapped my hands around his shoulders and tried to pull him closer to me. It was such a passionate moment, that I forgot we were strangers. My fingers tingled and my body throbbed with longing. His long, slender fingers trailed down my hips, and spread my legs. I squeezed my eyes, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. Wasn’t he just pointing a gun to my head a moment ago...?

He pressed me further against the wall, as he kissed down my neck, I let out a small moan as he hit a sweet spot behind my ear.  My panting became heavier, and I plunged my fangs into his flesh. It was such an intimate moment. The sharing of blood between two people who hardly knew one another.

What a good start.