Chapter two is up! Ithas acctually been done for quite some time, it only needed some finiching touches.

I really like this chapter... I don't know why, I just do... Maybe it's because of-- Opps, I'm not supposed to tell you guys too much, now am I? For those who wants to know what I meant, I guess you shoulc go on and read the chapter.

You are mine

When I got home my brother met me outside of our house. He looked totally trashed. His hair was standing strait up and his cheeks was striped with tears. As soon as se spotted me his eyes suddenly turned angry.

“Where the heck have you been? I’ve been worrying half to death!” He started yelling as soon as I came in the range of his voice. I didn’t understand what I’d done wrong this time. I had been out for a much longer time than this. Before I even had time to think of an answer he grabbed my arm hard and pulled me inside. He dragged me up the stairs and into our parents’ bedroom. The vision that met me there still haunts my dreams. Everything in the room was as it was supposed to be. The curtains were pulled, the alarm clock was set. The only thing that was wrong were my parents lying next to each other in the bed holding hands with their eyes wide open. They had been decapitated. But there was no visual blood anywhere in the room. The killer must have drained the bodies of all blood somewhere else and then put them in that position on the bed. Whoever did it sure took his time. I could feel the tears coming. I sank down on my knees, but before I’d even overcome the chock my brother pulled me up on my feet again. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and held it up in front of me. It said the thing I somewhere actually knew but didn’t want to realize. It said:

I’m watching you, Aleon. I’m always watching you.

A.

I took the note in my own hand and read it again just to be sure I’d read it right. It was signed with an A. I knew what it stood for. It was Aronad who was behind all of this. I knew he had felt something for me too, but I didn’t think he would figure out my name and address. What happened to my parents was my entire fault. I sank down on my knees again. This time I overcome the chock pretty quickly. The sorrow hit me hard and fast. Nothing ever seemed to be comforting. My brother tried the best he could but he knew it was my fault; after all he was the one who found the note. I thought he’d never forgive me for that, but I was wrong.

I guess everyone, except me, starts to move on after a while. But I was like he didn’t care anymore after just a few weeks. He was so overprotective of me! After about a month I couldn’t stand to be around him, so I used to go out a lot. Mostly just for one night at a time. I used to be back at sunrise. But he seemed to think I wasn’t able to take care of my self. I must admit; it was very disturbing. Every morning when I got home he was up waiting, lecturing me as soon as I entered the room. Always the same: “You shouldn’t be out so long! It could be dangerous!” etc. etc. I never spoke to him; I just calmly went up the stairs and locked myself in my own room. He must have thought I was an anorectic, since I never ate anything, or at least that’s what he thought. I didn’t eat the usual breakfast, lunch and dinner. I used to go to the city graveyard. It wasn’t really located in the city, but just outside it, in the forest. Anyway, that was where I spent most of my nights, by my parents’ grave… And if some unhappy human came walking by… Well I took the liberty, of feeding. I somehow managed to keep my secret intact. My brother never knew.

But not even blood could still my sorrow. I don’t know for how many nights I sat on their grave, crying.

I started to hate every single person I knew. My brother, Josh, my grandparents, everyone. They all said that I should try to move on, and forget. But they couldn’t possibly understand. Sure maybe they missed them too, but I was the one guilty.

As I already told you, I spent every single night at the graveyard. But not every night at the grave. After a few months I started to wander and sort of explore the entire graveyard. I was very interested in the other headstones and what it said on them, it was sort of my hobby during the hardest time of my life. After a few nights I remembered every word on each stone. I also knew every corner of the graveyard itself as well as my own pocket. I started to explore the crypts too, which I never before wanted to enter. I found one particular that I liked more than the other. It was a really old crypt, full of spider webs and dust. The door didn’t seem to have been opened in a while and best of all, it was vampire friendly. Not a single window and a nice solid door that didn’t let in the even the smallest bit of sunlight. Finally I was able avoid my brother at all time. I began to bring some of my stuff over during a few nights. Stuff like clothes and… just clothes actually. I hid my stuff, or clothes, in a small compartment between the wall and one of the stone coffins. If some one would come here at least they wouldn’t find any trace of me.

After about three nights I finally decided to move in. It would give me some kind of closeness to my parents and at the same time distance from my brother. At sunset I walked out the backdoor from what now was my brothers house. Earlier that evening I’d wrote a note to him where I asked for his forgiveness and told him not to worry. Sure he could be annoying at times but I still loved him.

I walked through our backyard and stopped for a moment. My eyes were fixed on my mother’s roses, her pure white roses. She sure loved those roses. Every afternoon when I got home from school I could always find her watering them. I stood there for a few minutes before I made the decision. I walked over to the rosebushes and draw at the same time a knife out of my pocket. I only took one rose that I was going to put on my parents grave. Why one you wonder? Well it was supposed to symbolize the union, of two most wonderful people in the world. It was supposed to symbolize their marriage, the day they became one.

The walk to the graveyard didn’t take to long. When I got there, there was something attracting my attention. I was actually very surprised of how fast it got to get to my parents grave. But that wasn’t the reason I stared at the ground. There were three completely black roses stuck in the ground right in front of the headstone. They looked like they were made out of ashes. They were black and charcoal like. I didn’t want to touch them because I was afraid they’d break. They were absolutely beautiful but at the same time really frightening. They stood in a pattern on the ground. All three of them were their own corner of a triangle. I still don’t know why, but felt an urge to complete the pattern with the rose I was holding in my hand. Now you wonder: How can you complete an already finished triangle? Well there is one way you can. I sat down on my knees and stuck my flower in the exact mitt of the triangle. I know it’s strange, but somehow the contrast of the black roses against my white one just made them more beautiful.

I stood up and watched the flowers for a while, and then I just turned around and started walking towards the crypt as if nothing ever happened. It was strange, I know, but y’know what was even stranger? When I got to my crypt the door was opened and a stream of warm candlelight came peering out. As silent as I possibly could I snuck closer to the door and peaked inside. There were candles on every single coffin and they all lit up the room entirely. Instead of the grey kind of boring environment it used to be it was quite cosy. There were a wooden table with two chairs and on the table there were two crystal glasses filled with a dark red fluid, blood. All this and yet I wasn’t able to spot a single person in there. And I couldn’t think of anywhere to hide except in one of the coffins, but that was impossible since they couldn’t have placed the candles on the lid after they were inside. So, since there couldn’t be anyone inside I decided to go in. My heart was pounding harder than ever when I took my first step in though the doorway. Okay, maybe a stupid choice of words, but I was really scared!

When nothing happened with my first step my heart calmed down a bit. I took a few uncertain steps toward the table, but I didn’t some far. I heard a loud noise when the door slammed shut and I turned around as quickly as I could. There was no one there. How could that be? The wind couldn’t have had anything to do with it since it was a massive metal door. I turned around again when I could hear someone lifting the glasses from the table. I wasn’t prepared for the sight that met me and took a few steps back when I realized who was standing in front of me.

“You wish for something to drink, my lovely rose?” He, Aronad, stood in front of me smiling and reaching me one of the glasses. My heart pounded even harder than before. He had found me! What was he going to do to me now? I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn’t seem to get a single word out. I came to love him. Again. All feelings I had for him before he turned me into a vampire came back to me. But at the same time I remembered all of the things he had already done to me. My parent’s murder… The one thing that I myself, had felt so responsible for. I wasn’t able to help the tears that were slowly making their way down my cheeks. I didn’t see much through the tears but what I did see was the silhouette belonging to Aronad who was putting back the glasses on the table and then started walking towards me. Soon I could feel his hand on my shoulder. Apparently he didn’t know what I was crying for. I wiped away most of the tears and looked up into his eyes.

“How could you?” My sentence was plain and simple. Although, I didn’t expect him to understand immediately. He removed his hand from my shoulder and looked at me, wondering. I sighed and pulled out his note from my pocket. I gave it to him and he looked at it once before he threw it over his shoulder.

“How could you just do that to me?” He took his time before he answered my repeated question.

“Aleon… How can I put this so that you’ll understand? I… I love you. I don’t know why, I’ve never loved anyone before, but now, suddenly, I just do. I can’t help it. I love you so much that I don’t ever want you to love anyone but me.” His expression went from neutral to surprised. As if he didn’t mean to say that. And I was pretty surprised myself. The things I’d seen of him so far didn’t really point at him at the emotional kind of guy. But I guess I could have been wrong, maybe he was just playing cool in front of his brother. Or, maybe he even faked it all. He might just be playing surprised and sad to make me forgive him. Either way it was working. Even though I didn’t want to realize it then, during the past twelve moths when we were apart, I missed him. All I wanted was to kiss him, but there were still so many questions. Questions that I really needed the answer to.

“If you really love me, then why did you just leave me there on the ground with the sun rising in just a few hours? And why did you kill my parents but not my brother?” I put my arms across my chest and waited for an answer.

“I didn’t leave you. I just stayed out of sight… Didn’t you reckon I’d watch you, and see that you didn’t do anything stupid? And believe me, new-bloods always do something stupid.” He smiled but I couldn’t see what was so funny. “About your brother, he wasn’t home at the time. Besides he seems like such a big jackass anyway so I don’t think I would have bothered even if he were in the house.” I had a hard time not to laugh. Sure I loved my brother, but the thought of a low creature like Aronad skipping to kill him was just funny! Suddenly I could feel the hand belonging to the love of my death, stroking my cheek gently. I looked up at him and was stunned. He was more beautiful then I’d ever remembered. He kissed me deep and passionate. Suddenly nothing mattered, nothing but us existed. I didn’t really realize what happened. All that I thought about was how to keep him with me forever.

As everything else, that feeling didn’t last too long. Before I knew it I was lying on top of one of the stone coffins, but it wasn’t what you think. My entire body was bound to the stone lid by thick ropes. Only my head and my left arm were free. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but what I did know was that I didn’t want to be there when it did. Aronad was standing next to the coffin I was laying on, holding a dagger in his hand. A sharp steel dagger with icy blue sapphires in the handle. He took my hand in his and kissed it. I wanted to struggle but it was like I couldn’t move. Then came the dagger. I could feel its cold blade cut through my flesh. He made a cross. A big cross on the top of my hand. It started bleeding. Aronad smiled and licked the blood away right before he lighted a really long match. It was about one foot long. It burned slowly with a pure red flame. I knew what it was for. He was going to seal the wound and at the same time make sure it’d leave a scar. The pain was unbearable when the fire reached my already stinging wound. I screamed. He let go of my hand and smiled his horrid smile at me.

“You’re mine Aleon. Don’t ever forget that.” He turned around and started walking towards the table. I saw this as my only opportunity. I tried desperately to untie the ropes that bound me. I felt such a relief when the ropes were getting looser. I watched Aronad as he picked up one of the glasses, and slowly sat up as quietly as possible. I got down from the coffin and made a run for it. That wasn’t a very good idea though. Quickly Aronad turned around and caught me. “You can’t escape me, love. No one can…” I didn’t have time to think so I just did the first thing that came to mind. I kicked him. I kicked him where it would hurt the most and surprisingly he let go of me. So I ran. Out the door, across the graveyard, pass my parents grave and into the forest. With his words ever echoing in my head, "You are mine..."

You are mine... Tsssk. Am I too evil?I guess you could say thatI am... Especially towards Aradie's brother... thihi.

And while I'm on the topic, what happened to Aronad's brother? Hm... He dissappeared? Poof Just like that? I dunno... Hey, isn't it supposed to be me that knows that kind of stuff? Hmph... I guess I really suck at this authoring thing. i don't even know what's happening to the cast of my story! Oo

Anyway, please review and tell me if you think I suck, Okay?