Post by Rose Decumbry on Jan 23, 2010 11:37:46 GMT -5
She had begun humming without even thinking about it, to be honest. She was walking along the English Channel, the chill of the January temperature’s chilling her skin. The last couple of weeks had been, dare she say, odd. She’d lost her sanity, all because of her tiresome job of pleasing others. So, she stopped doing that, and eventually, she seemed to gain control over her mind. Just as long as she planned on not pleasing others, she’d be fine. Or would she? She appeared normal, a little meat on her frail, petite body. Color still in her skin, all because of the absent of limelight. She skipped over the railing, nestling herself onto the cold metal. Hair whipping around her face, she tried to calm with her hands. This was good, peace and quiet at midnight. No paparazzi to bother her, no one questioning her sanity. A quick smile tugged at her lips, but she stifled it. It was quiet in London, something she hadn’t let herself enjoy in the longest time. Canterbury was quiet as well, but her inner city home was usually so loud and full of life! Muscles flexing over the railing, she tilted her head up to the sky. This, was also another pleasure she hadn’t let herself enjoy in awhile too. But where was Derek, to enjoy it with her? Nowhere to be found, probably busy in New York, his little Italian shop. He’d more than likely call her, apologizing for being so worked up in work.
She wanted to be able to touch, feel, smell, entice. She let her eyes slip over, taking in the soft breeze and smell of the ocean. What beautiful scents. Her home wasn’t recognized for beauty most of the time. Maybe for its dreary weather, but never its scents. So sad, her delicate lips pouted, as she swung over the railing, landing without a single sound. Walking slowly, she made her way through the walkway, eyes downcast, fear of seeing or being recognized. Which was odd, because the way was empty except for her herself. She giggled, feeling like a princess. Except, she wasn’t. In her own mind, she was, accounting for all the money, clothes, confidence, and publicity. Parking into a bench, she laid there, looking at the night sky. Home would be calling her soon, or more like the sunlight would be daring her to stay out after it came up. And of course, she’d play chicken and scuttle home. It was the definition of a game of cat and mouse. Her and that smelly old sun. If only it’d blow up. Then all vampires could be out all the time! And there’d be more than enough humans, animals, to go around for a little while. Then it might get dirty.
Shaking her head, she chided herself for thinking so darkly. Almost immediately, she switched onto a lighter subject. But what lighter subject was there? The thought of Derek flying here to meet her? Seven months of dedication, by far her longest. And most of it was spent away from each other, only through phone calls. She missed her so called ‘boyfriend’. And wanted some playing time. Oh how she did. But she’d tried her hardest not to give into temptation. Temptation that surrounded her every day, or used too, life. But when she went out it was still there, still tingling in her body. Rose smiled, letting her body unwind on the bench, fully stretched out. Her hair was calm, hanging off the back of the bench. “Someone come and save me. I beg of you..” She did indeed need saving, in many ways.
She laughed, making constellations with the stars. Companions were what she’d make of them. Since most of her original friends thought she was insane and needed hospitalized. She really didn’t, she was seeing a doctor, who came on house calls. So no, no hospitalizing was needed. What did they know? They hadn’t been what she’d been through. They weren’t as old, as disturbed as she would. Nothing they could possibly do could equate to what she had done. She’d fucked up in many ways, which disgusted her to the core. Also, she couldn’t bring herself to die, something holding on to her, which she couldn’t quite decipher. She sniffed, laughing on the inside. Her father, her mother, her sisters. Those people could probably pick her apart and hit the nail on the head correctly. She rolled over, facing inwardly. Sighing with a hint of annoyance, she shut herself up. She needed to stop complaining, or it’d make the best of her. Literally speaking of course.
She rolled her shoulders against the stiff bench, careful not to let her head drop. Her life had become somewhat of a bore lately, and it wasn't pleasing at all. But it was what she did to keep herself content, or at least momentairly sane and not monster hungry. Off in the distance, her sharp hearing caught a hypnotic beat pulsing through the ground. Oh, how she'd love to go and find that beat. Taste their pulses, and feel their hearts. Rose quirked upwardds a little bit, stopped by her desire not to go and for her to wait. Patiently, like a predator in the wild. Something or someone would come to her, and when it did, she'd be ready. It might take right up till sunrise, but she'd wait. She'd stalk her prey. Her nose pulled up, disgusted at herself.
She really needed to stop thinking like this. For Rose this was unhealthy. The attitude and mental capicity of an insane aslyum patient. Yes, that was what she was turning into, sadly. All she wanted was a sweet little kiss, from her sweet little boyfriend. Or a certain next meal.
A sour taste filled her mouth, she had grown hungry. But she didn’t want to get up and go look for food. Food usually came to her. She was just that charismatic. Everyone who knew her knew too, how do you think they hung around for so long? They’d grown on her and she had grown on them. Yes, let food come. Sweet, sweet food.
