Story Post: The Big Scene

whoo! Okay so this is kinda the part where I start freaking out. this is 'The Big Scene' the one that the whole story is about. I've kinda been hesitant to put this on here, but the best way to know what people think of your work is to ask them, right? so here goes. this is when Maralyn Burkheart comes out.

Dayla

“In other news...” the news caster on channel 12 says, “Vampire hoax or truth?” my heart give a jump, as the words come out of her mouth. “A woman in Virginia claims to be a real Vampire. Her family only being her son of 13 and her sister, who lives in Chicago. She claims she’s a real life Vampire, and we may have gotten it right.” that’s next on KVWQ channel 12 news. Stay tuned.” my heart pounding I stay frozen, hearing nothing outside of my heartbeat, and own thoughts. ‘Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!’ the second the commercials are off I’m already turning up the volume, completely silent, and seated. “A Mrs. Marilyn Burkheart of Pleasentville Virginia , claim she’s a real Vampire, her impacting story has hit hundreds in her own town and now her story’s gone national.” a picture of her was posted to the right of the lady’s head. She was around her forties, and looked a bit like Stephanie Meyer. “She’s apparently one hundred and fifty-seven years old, or young, and still looks like she’s a forty-three. Burkheart says she’s been living with this pain, and just needs her story out there. Her neighbours were happy enough to give KVWQ interviews. We join Kaylee Loo on the field now.” it changes to a Stormy Virginia, and an Asian-American news Castor is standing there with an old lady in her robe and curlers. “So Mrs. Morgan, you have known Marilyn for eight years you say?” Kaylee Loo says. “Why yes, I have, Marilyn’s such a sweet girl she’s just been so helpful around my house in my old age. You know she’s single, and my husband has angina.” Kaylee Loo interrupt her to get back on topic, and Mrs. Morgan continues. “She’s just so great around town, and single, but I never would have suspected this, she’s not the one to ‘murder and rampage’, like those other Vampires on TV. You would have never suspected.” the screen changed to a man with a stretched white under shirt over his beer belly, and a bald head. “So you know Marilyn well?” Kaylee Loo says. “Yeeah– Kaylee, ya know, you are just the perdiest laydee I heeave ever met.” Kaylee smiles awkwardly, “Thank you. So you and Marilyn are close?” she rephrases obviously uncomfortable. “Yea– yea sh-she’s my neighbour. My- my neighbour in, uh, town.” Kaylee smiles in a noticeably disgruntled way. “Thank you.” she says, and it changes to the next interviewed person. I was completely taken aback. My mind was an empty shell. “That’s not news, that’s a teenage girls fantasy.” Chandler says eyeing me. I ignored her. What was I supposed to say? ‘Haha, what a joke’? When I knew it was true? Then Grandpa T. says, “My gosh, what bull they put on T.V. these days. What ‘s next? Fifteen year olds can run for president? Although it would be a whole lot better than what we have now.” he said as a side note. “Gosh!” my grandma T. chimes in, with a chuckle, “you sure are right bill.” as she continues her crossword puzzle. Mom and my sisters make come comments about me being able to ”come out of the Vampire closet” , and giggle and joke with my cousins. Eammon, however, is the only one who looks at me with a question mark face. My dad pats me on the back, obviously taking my silence as anger from the teasing. “They’re only joking sweetie.” he says to me, from behind the couch. I recover quickly, and stand up, trying not to fall over, I say, “That’s so weird. I guess it proves people get more gullible every day.” and I walk to the stairs with a simple, “I have to go do school work, instead of listening to crazy people talking about crazier people.” and, with what I hoped was a convincing laugh, I walked up to my room. Closing my door and collapsing on my bed. One part of my mind thought ‘Okay , this is just a dream, I’ll wake up, and it’ll be funny.’, and the other said, ‘the world will end, the world will effing end!” that evening I think I got the worst sleep I’ve ever had, not because I was tossing and turning, because all I saw was darkness. At home, school, everywhere. Just darkness. The darkness you feel in your heart the second you walk by it, I felt no one near me. I felt nothing. And it scared me, like hell.

I wake up feeling sore. Like all my muscles were tense last night. The worst part was I knew it wasn’t a dream. I hoped it had been one, but I knew it was childish to think it was. I felt like crap. And I did not want to go to school. “Shit.” I whispered. I got dressed, not even aware of what I was putting on. I hear a knock on my door. “Come in.” I say. The door opens. “Daylie?” Eammon says cautiously, as he opens the door. “Yeah?” I say, turning toward the door from my Vanity. “You ready to go?” he asks. “Yeah.” I get up, walking to my bag on the bed. “So you’re only putting makeup on one eye today?” he asks with one eyebrow raised. “No.” I say shaking my head like he’s the weird one. I finish my makeup, and Chandler wakes up freaking out about the light, as she storms to the loo. I ignore her, trying not to blow up at people in frustration. I barely eat breakfast, feeling nauseous, and say goodbye to the family. Dad’s on his way out, grandpa T. is doing jujitsu in the backyard, and the rest of my, awake, relatives are in the living room watching some morning talk show like Wendy Williams. “We should go.” I say. And we all leave. Ginny and Fallon are fighting about who get’s to sit in the front seat. Eammon keeps eyeing me like I’m gonna snap, and start murdering people at any moment. “Would you stop that?!” I say to him. He turns quickly away, like he’s hiding the fact that he’s watching me. I know he’s going to continue watching me all day. We drive to school in silence, except for Band of Horses that’s playing on the radio. When we get to school I don’t see any of the Martens or Jones’. We’re semi early in spite of my thoughts. And I find myself feeling empty, as I wait, wandering through the halls. I’m about to turn a corner, on my way to first hour when a voice stops me. “Ted, You can’t just think this will go away, you aren’t that stupid, are you?!” I recognise the voice as Principal Durum. I pause listening in. “Jennifer, they’re going to do something, I know they will, this Maralyn What’s-her-face has broken a law, a big one, and when they get wind of it, the Vampires are going to raise hell, so the witches,” he nods to her but I’m not shocked, the day I met our principal I knew she was weird, but I was shocked when Mr. Fredrick did this, “and the Werewolves.” he gestured to himself! “Are in grave danger now that this woman is out, I’m not just talking about exposure, I talking about extinction. It’ll be open season if we try to get involved, so Just. Lay. Low.” he fixes his coat and turns. I hide in the nearest class room until I know they’re both gone. Oh. My. Gosh! “My English teacher’s a werewolf.” I say, “and my principal’s a Witch.” I exhale decidedly. “I’ll just have to do something.” I sighed. “Oh Crap!”

So.... that's what I've got so far. Comment's are always welcome, good or bad. Later!

~Delaney

Story Post: Dayla and James: First Date

This is story post number two. Enjoy!

Dayla

James drives me to the woods. He stops the car, turns to me with a smile, and says, “Are you ready?” I smile at him like he’s a crazy person, “sure?” I say in a squeaky voice. “Come with me.” he gets out of the car, and comes to my side, opening the door and helping me out. “Where are we?” I ask looking around. We’re in a parking lot, there’s a trail ahead. “Uh, I hope we’re not hiking, because, uh, I’m in heels.” I say awkwardly, pointing to my 1800's styled, black and camel, poetic Licence , kitten heels. “You said bring dancing shoes.” I reminded him. “Are you always this difficult when being surprised?” he asked, taking my hand, and pulling me to the path. “No.” I say. James gives me a look of disbelief, and I admit,”Yes.” a little sheepishly. “So,” he says, buttoning his suit jacket, and looking into space in contemplation. “How about,” he looks at me, “just for tonight,” he reasons with a smile, “you just ‘go with the flow’?” he raises an eyebrow looking down at me with a, slight, pleading smile. I contemplate stubbornly, fidgeting. I sigh, “Fine!” I say, “But only because I’m terrible at telling my curiosity ‘no’.” he furrows his brow, but smiles. “Okay then.” he takes my hand, and pulls me to the trail head. We stop, looking down it. It’s getting dark, and the ground is starting to get a little damp. “I could carry you.” James suggests with a wry smile. I roll my eyes, and start walking. “Nice try.” I say. I can feel his eyes, and the smile on his face, turned to me as he caches up, takes my hand, and we walk down the path together. “So what’s the surprise?” I ask. “Didn’t your parent’s ever teach you not to ask rude questions?” he asks. I want to say something sarcastic, but just say, “so what’s the surprise?” He just chuckles, and we continue walking. We don’t go much farther, when he says, “”okay, close your eyes.” so excitedly that it makes me smile, “you’re joking right?” I say, but close them anyway. “It’s only for a second.” he says reassuring . “Okay, they’re closed.” I tell him, trying not to fall over the tree roots, that winded in every which direction. “You know if I die, my parents will kill you, like, a thousand times over.” I say. James squeezes my hand. “Dayla,” he says, “you really need to have a little faith in people.” “I do.” I say, matter-of-fact-ly “I have faith that my father will kill you, if you kill me.” I can tell he’s looking at me, so I smile. “Okay.” he says, and we stop. He let’s go of my hand, and I can hear him walking away, by the crunching of the leaves on the ground. “Okay.” he says from a distance. “Open your eyes.” I open them, and gasp. We’re in a clearing, but there’s a tree stump the size of a card table, two chairs around it, and a candle lit dinner upon it, in the centre. The trees are filled with twinkle lights, how I don’t know, and there’s a dance floor next to a small table with an iPod speaker system that’s playing The Decemberists’ Clementine. I look to James, who’s standing on the dance floor. “Do you do this for all your fist dates?” I say a little wryly. James rolls his eyes. “You need to stop thinking that you’re being treated specially. Private iPod dances took place all throughout the 1800's.” he walks to me, and puts out his hand, “May I have this dance?” he says, bowing a little. “I’d be honoured.” I say curtsying, and placing my hand in his. We start dancing. “Sorry if I step on your feet.” I say, forewarning. “Oh Dayla, I thought we weren’t going to pout tonight.” James says scoldingly, and with a slight frown. “I’m not pouting, I’m simply warning. I like to dance, I just can’t.” I say, “It’s not my fault I’m mentally and physically handicapped.” I say. “No,” James say, “but it is you’re so stubborn.” I do a little head bob, “Not really,” I disagree, “I didn’t choose to have Viking ancestors.” I say, “we’re a warring people, we hold grudges, we get pissed easily, and we don’t hold back our anger when we are pissed.” “How did this discussion get from you not being able to dance, to Viking vengeance?” James asks. “My vast powers of rabbit trailing.” I say with a smile, “you’d be surprised what can happen when I rabbit trail.” “Like right now?” James asks. “Exactly.” I say, “because the song that’s playing isn’t even in English.” I say. Ti’s Malcolm McLaren’s Paris, Paris. “What dose the language of the song have to do with anything?” he asks with a laugh. It made my heart jump when he laughed, I mean it made my heart jump when smiled, but when he laughed it was like listening to your favourite song you haven’t heard in years, like you’d forgotten how much you loved it. “Because when people listen to a song,” I began, answering his question, “in a language they don’t speak, they focus on the music, so that they can keep time with the dance. You aren’t focusing on the music, and that can either be, because you speak French fluently, or because you are just a really excellent dancer?” I formed it into a question. “Well I was raised in the 1800's,” James replies, “but yes, I do speak French.” Then, like he’s trying not to say it rudely, he says, “Why..?..What dose it matter?” I shake my head, “it doesn’t really. I guess it’s just my obnoxious way of getting to know you more.” then I admit, “For knowing a lot about you, I don’t really know a lot about you.” he nodded. I–... I guess I could say the same about you...so” he says, twirling me, “Birthday?” I smile at the awkwardness in his voice. “January 7th nineteen ninety five. You?” “August 17th eighteen forty-eight.” I smile, “so you’re only a hundred and... forty seven years older than me.” “Yes?” he says, prompting. “My dad thinks your too young. He says I should be dating a man at least three years older than me. Now I can tell him I’m an overachiever.” I smile.

I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave comments good or bad and(hopefully) I will post tomorrow.

Goodnight!

~Delaney

Story Post: Rozland

I know I promised to post the first chapter or two of Dayla and The Dead Guy, but it's been slow going, even though I've been typing my ass off, so I decided I'll do posts(hopefully once a week if not every day) on other things I've started working on today's is kinda a weird one. The basic plot is about a girl, Rozland, she was turned at six, and because it's illegal she's been hiding ever since. she meets some friends a couple Vampires a werewolf, and convinces them to help her look for a cure, something one of the Vampires has been looking for ever since a companion of his eluded to there being one, a couple decades ago. when we catch up with Rozland it's her sixteenth birthday, and, even though she's still in the body of a six year old she is a teenager at mind. so here goes. this is Rozland: P.S. there are some words spelt weird, but I tried to put it in the perspective of a six year old so that's her pronunciation.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon, on Wednesday, and I was in the dentist’s waiting room, board. It was the middle of winter break, and mommy wanted me to go to the dentist before Christmas. That was when I smelt it. There was a really yucky smell in the room. “What’s that smell Kyle?” I asked turning to my fifteen-year-old sister. She was, as usual, texting on her cell phone. That’s all she and Ben ever did. I think it’s just a big kid thing. “I think it’s the lady at the desk, Roz.” Kyle said looking at the old lady in a purple sweater. “You should go ask her.” Mommy took Kyle’s phone away from her, and whispered, “That’s it! No texting for a month, Kyle.” “But Mom!” Kyle whined, as Ben laughed. Ben was Kyle’s twin, that means they were born at the same time. Kyle put her long, dark hair up in a ponytail, and then ponged Ben on the head for laughing. Mommy took Kyle’s hand and pulled her out of her seat, as she standed up and traded seats with her. That was silly. Why did mommy want Kyle to sit next to the old man with his teeth coming out. She might pong him on the head too. Kyle didn’t, instead she sat there for a little while. Then she said, “Can I go to the bathroom?” she looked at mommy. “Can you get a better attitude?” mommy asked looking up from her mazageen. “Can you ask politely?” Kyle sighed. “May I please go to the restroom, mother?” Kyle rolled her eyes. That wasn’t very nice, I thought. “Yes you may.” mommy said. Mommy was always polite. “Mommy,” I whispered. “Yes Rozland?” she said looking at me. I leaned over, and whispered, “I have to go to the bathroom.” mommy looked over at Kyle. “Would you please take her with you?” she asked. Kyle sighed. “Fine.” I ran over to her. Kyle grabbed my hand. “But if you get lost don’t go crying to mom, and tell her it’s my fault.” Kyle whispered. “I wont get lost.” meanie, I thought. We went to the bathroom. Kyle stood in the hallway because it was a little stall. There was a window at the top of the room over the sinks. “Crap!” Kyle said, “Rozland, I’m gonna go out to see were I left my iPod. I’ll be right back.” “Mommy said you were supposed to watch me.” I told her. “What Mommy doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Kyle said, and I heard the door to the bathroom shut. When I got out of the stall I washed my hands and walked through the door to the other room. But I was outside outside. The door behind me shut. I turned around and tried to pull it, but it wouldn’t open. “Mommy! Kyle! Help me!” I screamed. No one answered. No one on that side of the door. “Hey there.” I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw a big man with dark brown eyes and brown hair. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers when mommy’s not with me.” I told the man. I pushed my back against the door. “I’m not a stranger,” he said. “I’m a friend. You can trust me.” he smiled. He looked like Kyle’s boyfriend Jake. He was not allowed at our house, but when Mommy and Daddy are gone Kyle lets him come over. They sit on the couch and Kiss while I watch TV. “I don’t want to trust you.” I told the man. He sighed.“Can I just tell you a secret then?” I nodded. “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone. Do you promise?” he said. I nodded. “Okay.” he said. He leaned over to my ear, and then I felt two pokes on my neck. They hurt, but I couldn’t scream, but someone else did. “ROZLAND!!!!!!” I jumped out of bed. “Rozland!” David said from the stairs of my loft slash bedroom. “Gosh David! What is it?” I asked. “Some guy’s at the door. He says he needs the rent. Were’s Trevor?” my brain hurt. It was still daytime. “He should be in his room.” there was a pause. “Why isn’t he in his room, David?” I said in a panicky voice. “I...forgot to check there.” David said. I hit the heel of my hand to my forehead. David was an idiot sometimes. Weird time for the landlord to show up. It was five P.M. it was just now getting dark. I got up, got dressed, and went into my bathroom. One great thing in my insane life was that I had my own bathroom. Grant it that it would be nice not to need a stool to get to the counter. I climbed up on the stool and looked into the mirror. “Man.” she was still in the mirror. That girl I had to deal with for nine years. I noticed the reflection of the calender behind me. Scratch that, ten years. I could feel it too. That was the weird part of this. I could always tell how long it had been. It was easy to tell the time. I think it has to do with the fact that the sun being up would turn me into a pile of dust, but I could. I absolutely hated my birthday. There always seemed to be reruns on it, we went to some place and I got treated like a kid. I’m sixteen and I’m still treated like a six-year-old. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Except that guy. The guy who starred in every dream I had for ten years. The guy who did this to me. It happened to David too. The only difference was that, although we are technically the same age it happened to him at ten. That’s why we came to Trevor, he was looking for a cure too. For Mac, his sister, she’s technically fourteen, but she’s been fourteen for six years. We’re all a bunch of freaks. If the council ever found out, we’d be dead. But thanks to Trevor we can find a solution. We’ve been looking for one for years. Trevor says he knew some witches who could do it, but they’ve been missing for ten years. “Roz! What are you doing?” Trevor was standing at the stairs of my room. “Uh–I was just thinking.” I shook my head. “Well come eat something. You look really pale.” he smiled. I threw a book at him, which he caught and placed on the floor. We both went down stairs and ate “breakfast” which was actually more like dinner to humans. “So what do you guys want to do this fine evening?” Trevor asked as he inhaled six eggs and five stripes of bacon. He reminded me of the werewolves I stayed with before I me him. “I am dying to go shopping and actually get out for once.” I said, “Maybe we could go see that new horror movie that came out last weekend.” Trevor sighed. “I’m not sneaking you in.” he said. “Oh come on! I’m sixteen I have to be able to actually do sixteen-year-old things.” I complained. “Dude! To the state of Oregon you are still six. And remember the last time we got caught?” I didn’t answer. The last time we got caught we had to get a lawyer so that I wasn’t put into a foster home. To the state of Oregon the guys are my uncles, and only living relatives. I think the only way they won custody was because Trevor had just gotten married to Rose, and so I had a female in my life. Of course to the state I’m not a sixteen-year-old Vampire, who lost her humanity at the age of six.

so I haven't gotten far, but I just felt like posting this. comment back and tell me what you think, good or bad. and I'll try to post tomorrow night, after I completely melt my brain out by typing.

~Delaney