Chapter One
The room was green this time. Thick green carpet on the floors and green walls and ceiling. There were two green pillows on either side of a short green table. I sat down on the left pillow. I was always on the left no matter what. Always left.
She sat on the right pillow. Always right. There was a singular deck of cards in the middle of the desk. It was purple. Like always, always purple. She looked at me waiting for my guess. “Jack of Diamonds.” I said. My first guess, always.
She flipped the top card over. “Wrong.” I woke up panting. Stupid dream. I went to the bathroom and showered and dressed. I brushed my teeth quickly and then ran a brush through my short brown hair. I went back into my room and put on my shoes and then grabbed my book bag.
Things like this happen when you feed off of thoughts and dreams and feelings. But this, this one never leaves. I don’t know who the girl is, I don’t know why I always sit on the left pillow, I don’t know why the room is always one solid color, I don’t know why the card deck is purple, and I defiantly don’t know why I always guess jack of Diamonds.
But it is.
I walk to school with my sister who is in fact not a vampire but a fairy. She’s rather sweet but we don’t really associate much at school. Mainly because our school it about as cliquey as they come. Vampires hang out with vampires, fairies with fairies, werewolves with werewolves and so on and so forth.
Sounds like regular school, eh?
We don’t really talk about much, she isn’t exactly happy about my eating habits. Fairies are pro-earth and pro-life so me feeding off of people, even if it’s just their thoughts and feelings upsets her. She is more upset with Dylan, our friend who is in fact a blood-sucking vampire.
We approach school say our goodbyes and part separate ways. I have an interaction session all of first and second today and she has history and geometry. I didn’t really like these interaction sessions; they were generally awkward and pointless.
But I had to go anyways. I went into the office to see what room I was in, 5A. I liked that; 5A was the one with the comfy chairs. I walked to 5A and opened the door. Dylan. Great. I didn’t not like Dylan it’s just we had conflicting diets in the same species and I didn’t really like his way of life.
But life doesn’t really care, does it?
I sat down in the chair opposite him and looked over at the mirror/observing glass. I waved knowing it would bug them. “So let’s get this over with.” I said to Dylan. “I’m Willow you’re Dylan we’re both vampires. You drink blood I drink thoughts. Rightio? Rightio.” I said.
He smirked. “So you know me.”
I threw a pillow from the chair next to me at him. “We’re friends you idiot.”
“We have to keep up with the act.” He said still smirking.
“Wipe that look off of your face.” I said.
“What look?”
“You’re smirking.”
“No.”
“Oh so now I’m imagining things?”
“Yes.”
“Right.” I said and looked at the clock, not even ten minutes passed. I moved so I was lying across two chairs.
“It’s not very nice to lay down when company is present.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“So what’ve you been up to?” He asked. “Sucking people brain dead?”
That was a low blow and he knew it. I rolled over so I was facing the wall and not him.
“Ignoring guests.” He tskd.
“You are not.” I said. “Nor ever will be my ‘guest’.”
“Oh but I believe the scenario card begs to differ.” He said and I felt something ricochet off of my back. I rolled back over to look at it. ‘
Scenario! Willow is a host to a party at her house while Dylan is a guest and the first to arrive. Converse as you would until the next guest arrives.’
Of course.
Rightio then. I sat up and then thought better of it and stood up. I began to pour imaginary punch and set out imaginary snacks. “Oh Dylan dear! Is that you?”
“Yes.” I could see his smirk in my mind even though my back was turned. It wasn’t hard to imagine.
“Welcome to my house and my party.” I said.
“Thank you.”
I went to go turn on the imaginary stereo. “How was your day?”
“Great, and yours?”
“Oh busy. You know getting ready for the party and all. Have to play a good host, right?”
“Of course.”
“How is your girlfriend? Spencer is it?” I asked.
“Spencer. Yes.” He said. “She’s fine.”
I was trying to think up another question when my ‘doorbell’ rang. “Dylan be a dear and get that, would you?”
“Sure.” I heard him get up and walk over to the door. I looked over my shoulder to see who are next guest would be.
