"Immortality isn't everything the preachers crack it up to be." -Miles from Tuck Everlasting(:
The quotes for this blog is from tuck everlasting and is said by Miles. Who I feel so sad about, that I start crying.
Click the title of this blog. The photo is so beautiful(:
Read: It`s this little scene acted out when I was in class one day. Hope you like it.
“Never again Craven,” Eliza was walking down New York City`s back streets, with her best friend, laughing, causing her breath to come out in little puffs, and her red pixie curls to bounce.
“It was probably one of the best experiences of my entire exsistence. Seeing their eyes so wide,” He was muffling a laugh with the cuff of his leather jacket. “But they were so calm. Very unusual for humans these days.” He pulled Eliza close and barked a laugh.
Eliza blushed and laid her hand over his, resting them both on her shoulder.
They walked on, stopping at the end of an alley, and check themselves. Eliza, making sure her lips were stained with lipstick rather then blood; and Craven making sure he didn`t drip. Which he did, though he didn`t notice until Eliza said something.
“Oh come here,” She pulled him too her but his jacket collar, and wiped at his shirt.
“Did I drip?” He looked down and then let out a loud sigh running a hand through his black hair.
“Only a little,” Using her finger, she got off all the blood, leaving only a light dark spot on the grey material. She licked her finger and smiled, stepping away from him and making sure he didn`t drip anywhere else. Once satisfied, she smiled up at him.
“Am I good? Can you notice it?” He was looking down at his shirt, running another hand through his hair.
“Craven,” Eliza breathed his name soft and sweet. “You look fabulous. Promise.”
He smiled down at her and pulled in for a hug, kissing her forehead, and walking further into the city.
That was the thing about those two. They always seemed more then best friends. They always seem to get each other better then anyone else. They would hold one another`s hands, or they would hold each other. It sometimes seemed like they had telepathy and could read each others mind.
They passed restaurants, shops, and clubs with lines of people waiting to get inside. Truing heads towards them as they passed each person. Girls gawking at Cravens hand on Eliza`s waist, and guys glaring at Eliza`s hand on Craven`s. Ignoring it all, they walked into a tattoo shop, they relaxed a bit, feeling at ease in a familiar and comfortable environment. Acting like humans now, they browsed and asked questions to which they already new the answers to. Once they were done, they walked to the counter, slipped a guy with a scarred up face a fifty. With that, the guy casually looked around, making sure noone was looking and slipped to the back. Eliza and Craven following.
“I`m guessing feed?” Craven`s head was tilted towards Eliza, but he was looking at the guy, who looked quite fierce with his rusty brown skin and facial piercings.
They were in the back room, hanging by a door that looked to have markings on the sign.
“No,” A husky voice coming from the guy answered. “ He was hunted and killed last week. I`m Serge.” His white eyes flickered from Craven`s hand to Eliza. Who noticed and stepped away from Craven, giving Serge a flirty smile.
Serge winked and kept speaking.
“I`m taking his spot, and I`m not a filthy mud blood. I won`t be as easy to spot to the Envince.” He mumble something else under his breath real quick, before hitting a button next to the door with his fist.
A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a cage. They all stepped inside it and waited for the door to shut. Once it did, they began talking again.
“How`d the find him though?” Eliza spoke up, a faint blush on her cheeks.
Serge didn`t look at her as he spoke.
“ Feed thought, just because he blended in better then us, “ He breathed, causing the scar on his jaw to move slightly. “ That he wouldn`t get caught.”
Eliza was watching him as he spoke. Her dark green eyes staring intensely at him.
Craven has placed his hand back on her shoulder, more so resting it there then holding her. He wasn`t paying attention to the conversation going on, he was just looking at the gothic floor counter, his fangs getting a bit cooler as they got further down into the earth. His eyes getting brighter, almost blending in with he whites of his eyes.
Serge turned to look her in the eyes.
“ He was obviously wrong,” His voice was softer as he spoke.
The counter binged and they got out of the cage ,and stepped into a deep red room, vibrating with the beat of the music playing on other side of the wall. Eliza turned to watch Serge.
“Have fun at Club Claret.” He winked and then shot back up the shaft. The cage following him.
Eliza blushed and turned back to Craven. Kissing his cheek on the way to the coat hanger, she took her pleather trench coat off for the first time tonight. Revealing a strapless dress that reached just mid-thigh. It was black with patches of yellow and grass green. The front was tied together with lace and the back was cut low.
Craven whistled and took his jacket off as well. Showing off a grey cut off shirt and black leather pants.
Eliza blushed and batted her lashes real quick, and walked over to him.
Once they both hung up their coats, they braced themselves at the club entrance door. Waving their hands in front of a screen, the computer confirmed there information and let them pass through the door. The vibration of the music sliced through them, shaking the frame of their bodies.
Feeling the beat of the music, Craven danced his way into the moving crowd, pulling Eliza with him. Feeling the coolness from the other bodies, Eliza moved with craven, their bodies acting as one. The music screamed over the crowd, bleeding from the walls and along the ceiling and floor.
“Oh my,” the girl behind Craven spoke a little too loud, laughing not stop to everything her friend said.
“When did vampire girls get so, “ He searched for a word.
“Annoying?” Eliza said for him, biting back a smile.
“ Yes!” He tilted his back and barked out a laugh. “ Thank you,” He turned his face more towards the too-loud-girl. “Annoying.”
She stopped talking and looked his way glaring. She got up from her seat, walked over to Eliza, and sneered. Eliza just laughed and back handed her, causing her to fly across the room.
Craven just sat looking at Eliza as if he wasn`t phased at all by what just happened.
“How come the newbies are always so…..” It was Eliza`s turn to look for a word.
“Snobbish?”
“Yea, snobbish.”
Craven hissed at the bar tender, who auto-matically brought a fresh beverage.
“Can I have some?” A new voice came from behind Craven.
They both turned their heads to see a tall blonde, smirking their way.
Craven`s eyes widen and he turns his whole body to get a better look and ignores Eliza when she ask who that was.
So Eliza walked away. Leaving them to whatever. Heading to the other side of the dance floor, she bumped into someone, knocking her and the person to the floor and smashing their heads against the walls. only the slight smell of blood as she got up, she turns to see who she knocked into only to have her breath catch.
He was tall, unusually tan skin for a vampire. Bleach blonde hair that was laid flat and wavy. His scorching blue eyes looked as if they`ll cry any minute. He had his shirt off, revealing his chest and his arms. Both had thick bands of muscle around them. His nipples were pierced and his eyebrow pierced. Around his neck, hung a penagram. There was something about him. Something that vampires don`t have. He had a smell. It wasn’t a bad smell. It was more so warm and sweet. The smell filled the air around them, causing
Eliza couldn`t help but stare.
“I`m so sorry,” He held his hand out as if to help balance her.
She didn t need any help with balancing though. Breathing, maybe.
When she didn`t say anything, he spoke again.
“My name is, “ He looked around and licked his lips. “My name is Jaden.” He whispered his name. “Whats yours?”
“My name is Elizabeth and I don`t need your help with my balance.” She took a small step back, not wanting to be real far away from him.
Jaden smirked and shook his head down. He looked at her through narrow eyes now with his arms crossed and his feet shoulders width apart.
“You seemed to be in a rush,” He bit faint pink lip and tilt his head forward a bit.
“I was just about to, when we collided,” She didn`t know why things were coming out as harsh as were. But this is how it always was if she was talking to anyone besides Craven and a few other people.
“How odd, me too. Why are you leaving though?” He leaned against the bar behind him, his foot on a barstool. “ Your kind like to party and chill here?
“Exscuse me?” She took a step closer to him and put her hands on her hips.
“You`re excused,” He started to step near the club, but stopped to and turned back to Eliza.
“Can I help you?” Her voice was harsh but her eyes were wide.
He took her arm and started to pull her with him.
Too shocked to do anything, Eliza managed to grab her coat before exiting to the city streets. Once they were out of the club and into the tattoo shop, Serge walked over to them, eyeing Jaden and giving Eliza a questioning look.
“What are you guys doing?” He crossed his arms and kept his voice low.
“Just heading out a bit early,” Jaden spoke for Eliza.
Serge looked at Eliza, searching her eyes for anything that might be true. Finding nothing, He stepped aside and let them pass.
Bursting through the tattoo parlor doors and onto city streets, Jaden still had Eliza`s arm in his hand.
“Ok,” Eliza coughed and let her eyes and fangs adjust to the temperatures. “What do you want?” She yanked at her arm and stumbled backwards when he let go of it.
“What do I want?” He chuckled and threw his head back into a bark.
“ Yes, what do you want?” She stared at him, trying not to seem as frusterated as she was.
“I want to live a normal life,” He looked at her now, a soft smile and light eyes.
Eliza didn`t think this was normal for vamps. Like it was almost human, but his smell was all wrong for human. It smelled…. She didn`t know what it smelled like, but it wasn`t right.
“This is a normal life,” She brushed her hands off and reached for a ledge. “Normal for a vampire that is,” She said the last part under her breath.
He reached a hand out to her and shook his head.
Eliza eyed it and looked at him.
“What are you shaking your head about?” She slid back a bit to get a better view of him in the night light.
“How oblivious you are to my smell,” His voice was a furious whisper.
I`ll probably be adding to this as new thoughts boil in my brain(:
