Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ On the run ❯ Going away ( Chapter 8 )

The over protectiveness, loss of control, and that crazy dream. NO! It simply couldn't be, he's… well Kyle. And I'm me. No love could ever come of this thing we called… well since it's not a friendship guess I'll call it an it. No love, just smartass comments. My Father is wrong, that's all there is to it. But as I thought this I could not help my self from glancing over at Kyle still unconscious on the ground. His face was almost angelic, if you could seem to forget that he was the idiot then and only then could you seem to think him an angel. With his head tilted slightly back and his hair cascading across his forehead with gravities pull, the moonlight slid across his skin like light on silk illuminating his already pale skin, so astonishing was his appearance that I could not pull my eyes away.

 

I spent several more heartbeats gazing at him before coming to my senses when from his throat rose a low moan, ending with a grunt of pain when he opened his eyes only to snap them back shut.

 

I watched as his arms slid behind him in his attempt to hoist himself into a sitting position. His legs bunched up and he grunted in the effort but eventually got into a relatively upright position.

Sighing I got up off my spot on the floor to help him draw himself back against the nearest wall, effectively breaking the moons silver glow on his skin as soon as he was in the shadows. In the shadows his eyes shined a brilliant pale green, a change from his emerald orbs.

 

His eyes were on me now as I sat next to him leaning my head back to rest it on the wall and sighing. It took all my will power not to look at him, and finally he turned his piercing gaze away from me and after mimicking my posture, he sighed as well in a low whisper of air.

 

The silence was suffocating but neither of us seemed to be willing to break the silence. So we just sat there, our breath creating a willowy sound that floated around the room. In the shadows that we sat I could see the moons light and in what seemed like a second it managed to float across the sky, nearing the horizon and the-waiting to rise-sun.

 

Some where in the silence I could hear Kyle's even breathe's digressing that he had fallen asleep. If only I could fall asleep that easy. But no my god damned father's words were still eating away at my mind. I needed to lock them away or I would drive myself insane.

 

I wasn't quiet able to rid myself of them but I was able to push them far away in the darkest corners of my mind, they fit perfectly into my other terrible memories that I am not able to face.

 

With that task done I was completely content to allow myself sink into the sandy shores of sleep but the rational side of my personality overruled that action, unfortunately. So I unfurled my legs from my Indian style posture and stretched them out in front of me. I needed a plan; I couldn't allow myself to forget the words my father had spoken about the detested half vampires. If I believe correctly his words were “The tainted one's never live past their eighteenth birthdays.” Which doesn't give me much time, my birthday is in a couple of month's, even worse it's my eighteenth birthday. Yes, this is very bad indeed.

 

But in order to create a plan I would have to drudge up all the memories I can't face so that I could search for anything useful that my mother had taught me in the lonely hours we had spent riding trains to and from hideouts and safe house's every time our location was in danger of being discovered.

 

True to my up bringing, we were going to have to take a train to where ever it is that we're going.

 

A stifling depression and silence over came me as I shuffled through my memories. It wasn't until the late hours of the morning that I had the completed plan in my head.

 

I locked up all the unwanted memories back into their sound proof cub boards. My head had only just barley hit the wooden boards behind me when I was being shaken awake by Kyle. Through the haze of sleep, relief registered in my mind, at least Kyle's okay.

 

My head was swimming with emptiness and my eyes were already drifting back shut when he shook me again only harder this time. The asshole didn't stop until I opened my eyes to look at him. Jerk.

 

Well isn't he all spiffed up? Oh dear lord his hair it…. It looks like it's been combed! Boy was I awake now. I do believe that I looked like I had just seen a ghost for Kyle just gave me a look that said, huh?

 

The moment of silence filled with weird faces lasted for no more then a few second, and then with a look of frustration Kyle pulled me to my feet using his hands and grabbing under my arms.

 

He grunted with effort and soon I was up standing straight and towering over Kyle by 3 inches. Despite my now awake state my body still insisted that it was asleep, resulting in me swaying and then grabbing onto Kyle for dear life, now it's times like these that I cursed my self. Why am I cursing myself, well simply because not but 5 inches from my position was a nice sturdy wall that my father had NOT accused me of loving. But no I just have to cling to Kyle like a bloody weakling, trying to get my body to run on empty in a no-time-for-not-having-energy situation.

 

I quickly let him go when I realized that I was dangerously close to him, for example when you can make out the distinct smell of coco puffs on someone's breath then be warned to you are in fact far to close. I just thought I would put that out there you know. I can hear you laughing at me and I want you to fucking stop. Oh dear Kyle's looking at me like I'm a fearie, time for damage control.

 

“OI! What are you looking at; regain a normal expression before I toss you to Cerberus!” My grip was now resting on the wall and I let go. I am already well aware that Kyle may have formed his own plan in the teensy amount of time that I was asleep, no matter how unlikely that is but still, so I walked around the house to the stairs on the west side and through the murky morning light I made my way up them. Their damn rickety, you know those kinds of stairs that you don't trust. They even had the broken look going for them.

The dense red carpet that has been faded by footsteps from young and old was torn and tattered; there was a bright swirly black stain where Kyle had first collapsed after I agreed to let him hide with me. I remember that night vividly, he had been bleeding from a nearly fatal wound he had received from my father. It took me 2 months and my whole stash of the magical chicken soup, as it turns out chicken's never liked him, and if you can't tell they still try their damn near hardest to haunt him. By well landing all over him and knocking him off the bed. That memory is now one of my most coveted.

 

The was something that was bothering me entirely to much, I had been wondering since last night whether Kyle had really been knocked out or if he had simply been in to much pain to open his eyes, the pansy. Was it possible that he heard what my father said and if so did he notice the way that he had noticed that I had made no out loud disagreement?

 

Oh well.

 

I started my way up the stairs one at a time, putting both my feet on each step before moving my other one. It's a habit what can I say. After doing it countless times when my mother moved us from safe house to safe house, it kind of stuck.

 

Realizing what I was doing, I gave a big loud sigh and sped the rest of the way up the stairs, trying to avoid looking at the house that had been my home and shelter for god knows how long. After all even if I survived against my tainted blood I would most likely not be coming back.

 

I had my stuff packed and downstairs with me in a small, very-very-very-very small bag. Damn I never realized how little I could call my own.

 

`I wish I could call Kyle mine' my gaze lingered on Kyle who was standing in the doorway, illuminated by the brilliant light of the sun. Looking all model-ish and what not. Damn. Er! Wait what the fuck!!! What the hell am I thinking?

 

My eyes must have been as big as I thought they had turned because the next minute he was leaning on the doorway for support laughing his ass off at me. It was that God Damn food poisoning. I knew the chicken soup tasted funny. I wonder what he put in it, must have been something pretty strong to make me think those words which I shall never think again, ever. Never ever-ever!

 

Well let me tell you I don't think he's ever seen anyone turn huge as saucers eyes to the most deadliest-kill-you-then-bring-you-back-to-life-simply-to-kill-you-again-loo k, because he seemed to sober up in an almost record time.

 

Forgetting about my thoughts very quickly, I marched right past the baboon and out the door. Not even turning around to check if he was coming and to say goodbye to the one place that had been the closest thing to a home I had ever had.

 

And I'll be damned if I didn't have to fucking trip the only 3 stairs in the front of the fucking house. THOSE GOD DAMNED STAIRS AND THAT CURRENTLY LAUGHING BABOON!!! I WILL KILL THEM ALL!