Perception 29

I couldn't believe that had happened, was I really that blind. Had his feelings been there the whole time, is that why it felt like he always wanted to say something more? Is that why he pushed me to open up to getting closer? Oh Siloh was my best friend. I couldn't stand to hurt him or let him down. Elan was the one I wanted... at least that's what I'm thinking, at this point I can't even tell what I feel. I should just wait until I see Elan and then decide how I feel. I felt comfortable around him, but always so hungry, I tried desperately to ignore that mostly. The ever persistent hunger rages on, it's the curse of the vampire. 1

Around Siloh it was a totally different comfortable. I was what I was and he knew what I was. He is a vampire also. He's been my friend for at least a century. Has he felt this way for atleast a century? So many questions. I'll try my best to think of other things. Busy work thats what I need. 2

I jumped up suddenly with a russle of covers and a thud on the floor. I shall go running, that's one of the things I didn't like to do was use my running ability as a vamp. That was because you tend to absent-mindedly run when you ran so fast. I loved to think and be completely absorbed with myself, so running would make not thinking about this easier. I didn't care how far I ran or how long, as long as I was back by monday in time to talk to Elan to decide exactly how I felt.3

I threw on some tennis shoes and headed for the door. The house was so quiet it was eery. I listened carefully and heard birds chirping, cars rolling across wet gravel and cement, horns honking, shoes clicking against the sidewalk. I honed in closer to the soft padding of vampire feet, there were four pairs of feet that I could hear, I assumed that those feet were everyone but Siloh. I wrenched the door open and ran the opposite way. I ran witht the wind whiseling against my cool skin, wipping my firey red hair around. My clothes were sucked tight against my skin from force. The air was wet and cold. I opened my mouth the taste the air, it was moist and heavy agaisnt my tongue. I love Washington. Here we were as pale as most people and fit in nicely. I ran against the states border, I think I ran the border but I wasn't paying much attention. I whipped past some hikers on a forrest path, I whipped past animals, I whipped past so many trees, I ran so fast by a group of small trees that I broke a few young ones. The same events happened repeatedly in various orders a few times before I slowed down and checked my cell phone, it had been 12 hours since I started running and the rubber was almost non-existant against the bottoms of my feet. I decided to chuck the shoes in the nearest dumpster I could find and run home. I was home in thirty minutes, I just followed my families scent.4

I felt succesful at temporarily forgetting my problem and decided to just lay and dream the few hours away until school started, and so I did. When Brenden stormed up the stairs the next day my eyes snapped open, I was up and ready before his fist rapped against my door. I opened the door slyily and slid past him. Without even a word, still piturbed about yesterday's spat, I walked down the stairs and to the door. I ignored his footsteps behind me, flipped him the bird, decidng that his secrets were not as important as he thought, and gracefully started the car up. The drive to school was distracted with thoughts of what and asshole Brenden could be. He wasn't the center of the Earth. I was at school before I knew it, I was waling to the door out of habit, without much thought. I heard a clearing of the throat and whirled around, I was fuming at this point. 5

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