| Made In Heaven | |
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| Name: | Made In Heaven |
| Series: | Of The Night |
| Written by: | Freedom |
| Release date: | 6/22/12 |
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| Previous chapter: | Her Fury |
| Next chapter: | Cold-blooded Compulsion |
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The next couple of years were a drag. Elvira and I tried to completely avoid each other which was pretty easy considering she only came into the house to sleep. Since our fight my nightmares had been worse than ever. Most of them were centered on Elvira. Every night I found it harder and harder to wake up.
Only two things made me happy now, painting and my friends. Matilda, Brigit, Michael and I couldn't drift apart if we tried. The two seemingly normal vampires, the artistic party girl and unheard musical prodigy. Yep it was a friendship made in heaven.
As my teenage years rapidly approached I found my vampire powers making themselves known. I was developing my super speed which helped me finish my schoolwork faster and irritated the heck out of Ms. Atkins to the point of giving me three times the work of a normal student just to occupy me for 20 minutes. It was actually kinda fun.
With my power developing there was a down side too. I have to spend less time out in the sun. I tried to get use to the idea of becoming a full-fledged vampire since now I had no chance of being normal thanks to Elvira.
High School seemed to go by too fast and it wasn’t long before we were all seniors. Matilda had the idea to stay out in the town after curfew and so far we’d gotten away with it for the past 4 months. Tonight we were heading out again.
“Yo Princess!” I heard someone yelled from my open window. I put down my hairbrush and ran across my room. I leaned my head out the window and saw Michael, Matilda and Brigit.
“Oh…Sorry. I thought you were a prince.” I replied to Michael’s greeting.
“Haha. You’re hilarious.” He smirked. I smiled as I stepped onto my window seal and leapt onto the ground below.
“Come on!” Matilda ran ahead. We dashed across the bridge that connected the neighborhood of penthouses to the city. The wind flowed through our hair. We talked, we laughed. Some might say we were juveniles with too much time on our hands but right now we felt just like kids again.
Once we got into the city Brigit was already showing signs of fatigue.
“Maybe tonight wasn’t the best night.” She commented.
“Oh come on!” Matilda encouraged her. “There’s an all-night coffee shop just around the corner.” She turned to me and Michael. “You guys coming?”
“Nah, I’ll hang out here.” I replied.
“Me too.” Michael butted in.
I found a bench near the coffee shop and Michael to rest at. We got to talking about school, then gossip spreading around, then eventually to our own lives.
“So how’s your mom?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t think I’ve talked to her in a solid week or two.”
“What? Why?”
“I’ve told you we’ve had a fight about 50 billion times.”
“Yeah but that was years ago. Shouldn’t one of you own up and apologize?”
“I dunno if I can forgive her after that one.”
“Nisha,” This time I look Michael straight in the eye. “I’ve known you for a long time. You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met. You can’t forgive someone then I think anyone can.”
Then we’re stuck with our eyes locked in the other gaze, letting Michael’s words evaporate into limbo. Then, it’s unexpected. It’s unforeseen.
We kiss.