Fallen (Fallen 1)

When the sun was fully up I began to relax. I was fairly sure she wouldn’t attack me during the day. My grip on the knife lessened with every minute.

I became hysterical. I was gripped with a stomach clenching laughter. I imagined I must look like a mess if someone could see me now. They would see a girl dressed in disheveled clothes. Her curly hair fanning in every direction. Her green eyes darting wildly back and forth. A knife gripped tightly in her hand. This image of myself made me laugh that much harder.

Abruptly I stopped laughing. I was not going crazy. But I sure as hell looked like it.

I stumbled out of my room and put the knife back away in the kitchen and looked at the clock. It was seven-thirty. Jonathon was supposed to be getting back at twelve o’ clock. I had a while yet. I took a shower and straightened my hair. I took an extra long time putting my make up on. I wanted to look decent and well not crazy.

I should have tried to get some sleep since I didn’t get any but I was still too scared to close my eyes.

Instead I sat on a bar stool in the kitchen beside the knives reading a book. I got lost in the fantasy world and jumped when there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock. It was only ten o’ clock.

I ventured quietly to the door. I peered through the window. It was Isaac. I wondered what he was doing here. I opened the door.

“Hey Isaac,” I said.

“What’s up?” I asked.

He smiled. “I thought you might be lonely.”

I smiled. “I’m okay,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. His smile wavered.

“Okay. Just wanted to make sure you made it through the night,” He said turning away, “I’ll be leaving now.”

I ran after him to keep up with his long legged stride. “You’re already here. We could hang out,” I said quietly. He gave me a guarded expression. “Please,” I whispered as I realized I really didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t think she would come back but she still could. True, Isaac probably couldn’t protect me from a vampire and I probably shouldn’t risk his life but I would feel better with him here.

“Whatever,” said Isaac as he turned back around and headed back towards me. I let him brush past me. I didn’t miss the look on his face however. It was a mixture of worry and longing. I closed the door behind him and joined him in the living room where he was sitting his long legs stretched out.

I sat down in the chair across from him. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea by sitting beside him.

Isaac threw his arms up in the air. “So, what do you want to do?” He asked letting out a long breath as if he’d been holding it in.

“I don’t know. I was just reading a book. I’m not big on other stuff.”

He let out another sigh. “Obviously, you don’t want to do anything but you want me here for company,” he saw me about to protest so he held his hands up to ward me, “and that’s fine. I can sit here and write lyrics while you read your book. I don’t mind honestly. You inspire me,” He said. He looked sincere but deep down I could see the hurt in his eyes. Instantly I felt awful.

It was so horrible and selfish of me to ask him to stay here. He had more important things to do than guard me. Especially when he didn’t know what he was protecting me from.

“I inspire you?” I asked, trying not to laugh. Jonathon had told me the same thing.

“Yeah, you do. You’d think there’d be tons of inspiration around this ancient city but nothing gets my creative juices flowing.”

“But I do?”

“You do,” he said with a point of his index finger in my direction.

He got up leaving the room. I thought he was leaving to going home. But a moment later he was back in with a worn notebook and pencil in hand. I gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t go anywhere without my notebook,” He said to clear my expression. I nodded and went to kitchen to grab my book.

I sat back down in the chair curling my legs under me.

I felt so much better with Isaac there. Even though we didn’t speak the silence wasn’t awkward.

Soon though I found myself checking my watch. Jonathon would be back soon to pick me up before the others got back. Isaac noticed.

“You must be expecting your mom home?” He asked but it sounded more like a statement. I nodded.

“Yeah, she should be getting home soon,” I said. True Jonathon would be getting here first but he didn’t need to know that so I wasn’t exactly lying.