6. Demitra

6. Demitra

A Chapter by Weaza

         I feel awful about making Christain forget what he saw. Well... I just really found out I can do that. So I'm not sure if it will work completely. I drag my brother through my hidden passage ways. My mom and Shane let me do what ever to this hall. I never told them I made the builders make secret passages. I walk through the dust and cob webs and push open part of the wall I knew all to well. I end up in the corner of Christain's room. Dark red painted walls, ebony wood for everything, dressers, headboard, chests, his desk and even his bookcases. I barely lift him on his bed and roll his on. Damn...even for a vampire he is heavy. I look at his desk, most pictures are of his girlfriend Clarisa, but one of them is our entire family infront of our home and one little frame contains a picture of Christain and I swinging on the swing set. There was no other pictures of him with our relatives. I look at all the large books he has, all about law. He wants to become a judge. I touch one of the books. It tells me that he will reach his goal, but not to interfere to much with his work. I wouldn't tell him he would make it. He should figure it out for himself. I lie next to his and play with his hair, its as white as mine but that is from Shane, mine comes from a mixed up gene that my dad had, which also gives me my mood changing eyes. If I didn't have that gene my hair would be black and my eyes would be brown. I sigh and notice his move and rub his eyes. Afraid of getting caught I run back into the wall and quicky but silently close the wall. The I run back to my hall and into my room. I close the door and notice a window is open and the curtin is blowing. I go to close it but see a note on the sill. And it says : Meet you tomorrow, the garden? I will know if you won't come. I just want to see you again. ~ Hawkin.  Should I go? I want to see him...Alright tomorrow I will see him.

 



© 2009 Weaza


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