I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Could not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh when I rush to the start
Nobody said it was easy
But nobody said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
I don't know how long I remained perched in the tree, just listening to the sound of nature around me. It sang our song, so gently, so mournfully, I felt that the world offered some sympathy. Which was ridiculous, of course. This world was as cruel as fate, as cruel as any other.
As difficult as it was, I did not look down to search for the necklace I had dropped. I knew, for certain, that it remained there on the ground. Part of me desperately wanted to pick it up. The other part wanted it to burn in a hellish inferno, so I just settled on leaving it in its proper place. In the dirt.
The peace and serenity provided the perfect atmosphere for thought, something I needed at the moment. I closed my eyes, shut out my sorrow, and pondered my situation. My one dream that had remained with me for all these years had been fulfilled. Jasper was alive and well. That was what I wanted most, wasn't it? He had died too young, and deserved another chance at the life that was so cruelly taken from him. And he had gotten that chance.
He had even found a new love to keep him company all the years I had been away. He had been far from lonely, and had certainly not missed me. He did not yearn for my loss the way I had yearned for his. Though I knew that if I allowed my feelings to wash over me, rage would be a powerful emotion that I would experience, I couldn't help feeling oddly grateful.
Despite the situation, I loved him, and the circumstances spared him pain, my pain. And that hurt… well, I would not wish it upon anyone, Jasper especially.
He was happy, so I would feign happiness as well. Perhaps not happiness, I didn't think I could manage that at the moment; I had never been the most talented actress. I would just keep my feelings inside. I would not flinch at the mention of his name, nor avoid the contact of his eyes, nor stoop to allow a tear to fall because of him. I would be hard, emotionless, like vampires were meant to be.
I would be as regal as those who had raised me.
I jumped down from the tree, landing gracefully despite the colossal height. Briefly, the image of my necklace flashed in my mind and reminded me that it lay on the ground behind me. Though it was only a few feet away, I refused to turn to look at it still. There was no use dwelling on the pain in a wound I could not mend, so I simply walked away without looking back.
I wandered rather aimlessly through the woods, not having any particular course in mind. My feet seemed to lead me in a familiar path, to a house I knew well. The old wood cabin looked old and rustic against the fresh greenery that surrounded it. The trail leading up to it was ill-tended and overgrown with ferns and weeds, but I tromped upon it anyway. I didn't mind the state of disrepair the little lodge was in, not one bit. In fact, the sight of it gave me a wistful smile.
The door creaked as I pushed it open from lack of use. The aroma of old wood, evergreen trees and musty books hung thick in the air as I entered, and I sighed from the comforting wave that swept over me. This place was so familiar, so safe to me; it was just where I needed to be at the moment.
The interior was nearly as unassuming as its exterior. It was only the size of two small rooms, divided into a kitchen and bedroom. Electricity was nonexistent in the cabin, only candles and a fireplace were sources of light and warmth. This, however, did not bother me at all, being a vampire.
This place was where I had fled immediately after being turned. I remembered how strong the bloodlust was then and shuddered at the thought. My thirst, coupled with my out-of-control ability made it impossible for me to live near concentrated amounts of humans. This was especially difficult living next to a hospital in the south during the Civil War.
I had felt such confusion upon waking in my changed body. My creator was nowhere to be found as I tried to make sense of the heightened emotions and physical attributes. I still did not know who had bitten me or the motivations behind the action. In the fear I felt, in my distress, I ran. And when I did, I arrived here. The cabin had originally been built by my uncle, who had moved out west into the Oregon Territory in search of new land. However, fever had stricken his young wife and he, leaving the place abandoned. I had decided it was the perfect isolated haven for me, and I had been correct.
It hid me from the world for nearly five years, until I was found by a deadly vampire, working for a powerful society.
I visited rather rarely, perhaps once every ten to twenty years, when I needed to be left alone. Often, it was when my duties became too stressful, or I was in a fit of rebellion. I was the only one who stayed here, and one of the few who knew of its existence. No one had been there in years.
Or so I thought.
Mixed within the other scents of the cabin, there was another underlying aroma, one I knew well. A vampire had been here, not even a week before. It was a scent I knew well, too. I followed the trail to an old wooden desk, badly in need of repair. On it sat the usual old photographs and used candles, nothing special.
I was about to turn away when something caught my eye. A book was left in the center of the desk, and I did not remember placing it there. Wuthering Heights, my favorite novel, lay slightly askew with something sticking out of its pages.
Carefully, I gripped the old binding and shook the pages until a letter fell out onto the desk. It was obviously expensive, marbled paper but its face was left blank. I turned the thick paper over in my hands, and pulled up on the seal to reveal its content. I recognized the seal, I realized. An elaborate V pressed into gold wax.
Inside, on the matching stationary, was a message addressed to me, written in elaborate script.
My dearest Isabella;
I have missed you so, on your annual journey away. We received word of you traveling to the area from Daniela (who sends her regards). I assumed you would venture to the cabin! Isn't it convenient to have one of Daniela's talents? Sometimes, I do wish I had the gift of psychic location.
I hope you shall return home soon, so that we may meet and converse once again. I must confess that I was most ecstatic to return to this place in order to deliver this message to you. It brings back so many fond memories, do you not agree? I insist that we visit together sometime.
Down to business, my dear. Our heads have a new assignment for you, and quite a spectacular one at that! It has been trusted to you, compliance is not optional. Oh, how jealous Jane was that you were given the task! But you are ideal, love.
You will be following a large clan in the area, and keeping tabs on their activities. The Elders find them worrisome, and their power seems to be increasing. They are extremely dangerous to the balance of power in the east, and must be removed.
When you are finished visiting your intended site, please return home to be given the complete details. The Elders demand it.
Much love and affection,
Another assignment and this one sounded difficult. Even if infiltration was my specialty, it was the most dangerous mission I could receive. I tucked the envelope into my jacket pocket, and began to head for the door. I would rent (steal) a car, go to my apartment, pack, and be on the soonest flight, leaving this horrible place. A wave of depression swept over me as I thought of why I was there, why my heart had been torn in two, but I quickly gained composure. A smooth mask replaced my grimace of heartache, and I retained the regal air of my upbringing.
I strode swiftly and gracefully to the door, and proceeded to collide headlong into a rock-hard vampire.
This was beginning to become a habit.
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