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ItM - Erin - 11Waiting for a Sign
When I turned eight, my parents sat me down and explained why we were different than the werewolves and the humans. At the time I didnt really care, but Id known that I wasnt like the other kids that lived on the same street we did. Those kids got to go out during the daytime. They got to have picnics and ice cream and cold lemonade while sitting under a tree.
Sometimes I woke up during the day, put on my sunglasses, and peeked out through the blinds to watch the girls have small tea parties and the boys play baseball in the street. More than once I tried to go outside to play with them, but the house alarms would always go off when I opened a window or a door, and then my parents would show up and put me back to bed.
I wanted what they had, because I didnt like the dark when I was little. I never knew what was actually there, waiting for me to walk into the shadows so it could grab onto me.
After they died, I knew that they were trying
ItM - Simon - 10Faith in Waiting
I figured Id have to get Erin used to having someone around that cared about her. It wasnt that she was upset that I was paying so much attention to her, it was that she wasnt used to someone giving her actual affection instead of orders.
I didnt want to wait for her to get used to it, because I kept hearing that low, rumbling voice that represented my werewolf instincts. It kept growling at me, almost snarling, telling me to keep Erin close, to keep her safe and happy and hidden away from anything that could hurt her.
When I was younger, my dad explained to me that sometimes my werewolf instincts would just want to come out and take control, and that sometimes Id have to choose whether or not to keep them tightly leashed.
It was hard to know which way to go when it came to Erin. There was just something about her that screamed watch over me while that same part of her said give me a hand and Ill bite it off.
ItM - Erin - 9Hope and Faith
I figured Id have to get used to someone caring about how I was feeling every day. There were times that I couldnt remember the first ten years of my life with my parents, but I could remember what they were like. It seemed better, remembering their personalities more than what they looked like or what we did as a family.
My mother was a very loving person; she was kind of like the vampire equivalent of a housewife, except she never did any cooking and she never helped me with my homework. She mostly stayed home all day, but she did have friends to call every night, and sometimes she took me to visit my father at work.
She always seemed to be there when I was upset, and she always said the right things so Id feel better. Sometimes Id be in a bad mood, and all I would have to do to make her feel better is hug her close.
My father was different; he was very closed off, but I could tell that he loved us. I think he worked in some kind of chemi
ItM - Simon - 8Fear of Hope
I started wondering if there was more to life when I first met Eden. She had a job she hated, but she still tried to be upbeat about the whole thing. When I realized it was Erin, I started thinking even more.
Shed been around for as long as I could remember, but Id never really talked to her. It was probably because when she went to school I was tucked in bed, and then when she was up during the day I was outside playing with my friends. If I thought about it, I could sometimes remember seeing a different little girl in the house, but then someone would whisk me off to school.
It made me feel like shit, knowing Id ignored her so much, knowing shed always been there making sure everything was perfect for my mothers whims. Id never really looked at her until I saw her in the club. Shed looked gorgeous; her hair slightly curling around her face, her skin flawless, her mouth the perfect shape for kissing.
Wait. Was I really that
ItM - Erin - 7Ice Cold Fear
I started wondering if fate was real, if we were all pre-ordained to do certain things in life. Of course, whenever I would think about that I would wonder if I was supposed to work for a woman like Eleanor for the rest of my life. If I was, then I really got the short end of the straw when it came to destinies.
After a while, I figured that there wasnt such a thing as fate, and kept going about my life, even though most of it was tedious and pointless. Besides, I was just biding my time until I could finally get out of the Arbour House and live my own life.
Well, no, I wasnt, but it was nice to pretend Id be free one day.
When I fell into Simons lap at the club, I imagined what it would be like if I didnt have to work for Eleanor, if I could have my own apartment and a job that I liked. Maybe Id have some actual friends. Maybe Id have an actual boyfriend.
Maybe it would be Simon. I could always dream, couldnt I?
ItM - Simon - 6Fire and Ice
I think theres always been that part of me thats craved freedom, which pretty much translates into freedom from the oppressive grasp of my mother. She can try the patience of a saint sometimes, and can also smother the crap out of them, too. She clings so much shes like a new kind of static that makes clothes stick together.
My sister and I have coped with this in different ways: I ignore her, and Michaela ignores her with attitude. My sisters the kind of girl thatll put out if Mom tells her to make sure shes wearing a raincoat plus a hat and umbrella when its only misting outside.
I was never sure on why Mom was the way she was. It wasnt like shed grown up alone, shed had brothers and sisters and parents. Maybe she had a few screws loose. Maybe Dad never gave her the attention she deserved. Maybe she was just freaking needy.
She was like a Rubiks Cube: you were never going to figure out how it works
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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