This is meme hosted by
Beth Ann Masarik (click her name to for more info.) Basically, it's me talking to the characters in my head. This episode starred Cassinova from my vampire story that I'm currently calling
Knight Fall. So check it out:
I sat
outside alone, just thinking and listening to the sounds of the night, when I
heard footsteps behind me. I turned and saw the gentle face of a young woman.
She stood timidly with a mug her hands. She was dress in a brown turtleneck
sweater, jeans, and fur boots; a bit warm a summer’s night, but I knew it
didn’t bother her. Her shoulder length brown curly hair was pulled back in a
clip.
“Oh, hello
Cassie!” I said with a smile.
She smiled
back. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“No, not at
all! Please, sit.” I gestured for her to do so.
She took
with porch chair next to me. “Oh! This is for you.” She said as she handed me
the warm cup.
“Hot
chocolate?” I asked.
She smiled
again. “Yes. I was told you liked it.”
“Thank you,
that’s very thoughtfully!”
“You’re
welcome!”
I put the
cup to my lips, and took a slip, but it burnt my tongue, so I pulled the cup
away. “Ah! Too hot!”
“Oh!” She
frowned. “I’m so, so sorry!”
I smiled. “It’s
ok. I’ll just wait for it to cool.” I set the mug on the little table next to me.
Cassinova stared at it.
“Is
something wrong?” I asked.
She looked
away from the cup, but did not meet my eye. “No.”
I slid off
my chair and knelt next to her. “Cassie, you can tell me anything, you know
that, right? I’m a very good listener.”
She looked
at me, and smiled a sad smile. I could see the plea in her eyes. Something told
me, I already knew what she was worried about, but I wanted her to say it.
“What is it,
Cass? What’s wrong?”
“Damian,”
she muttered. I had thought as much, that boy seemed to consume her thoughts of
late.
I smiled the
best I could. “You can’t blame yourself.”
“But I can,
because it’s my fault!” she cried.
“That was
years and years ago, centuries even. He’s had plenty of time to make his own decisions.
You cannot be blamed for the path he is on now.”
“But what if
he never gets better?”
“He will, I
can promise you that.” I smiled. “And if he didn’t, then that’s his choice.”
She shook
her head. “Still there has to something I could do or could have done. I’m his
sister, his older sister. I’m the only family he has left. There should be
something I can do.”
“Sometimes,
there is. And sometimes, all you can do is be there for him when he needs you.”
“But waiting
is so…difficult.” She pouted.
I smiled. “I
know, but you can do it.”
She sighed. “Alright.
You really think he’ll get better?”
“I know he
will. In fact, he’s already half way there.”
She smiled. “Thanks!”
I smiled
back. “What are friends for?”
