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Mistakes Chapter 2

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                                                    Chapter 2
I drove for what seemed hours, going no where in particular. I turned when I felt like I should turn, and lost all sense of direction. I wondered if I was even in the same state.
The road became narrow and the pavement ended; the path was now made of dirt and grime. It appeared not many people came this way.
I drove all night knowing that I was driving fast enough (Never going under 120) that I might cross the boarder to Canada soon, or for all I knew, Mexico.
I came upon a grand looking hotel and it just looked right to me. Stopping the car, I parked in front of the double doors, and waved away the man who was supposed to take my bags; I had none. I tossed the keys to the valet parker and he drove off with my car.
I walked fluidly up to the check in counter and handed the manager a glossy gold credit card. He raised an eyebrow at me, but did not complain,though he did scoff quietly when I said my name was Heidi Rogers. He handed me my key and I shot up the stairs a little too quickly; that was defiantly something I would have to work on.
I was aware of the hollow ache in my throat, and I remembered the darkening  eyes in the mirror. I would definatly have to eat soon. I sighed; eating was not easy for me. I did not live near a forest or even a zoo. Sometimes, humans were the only option. I did my best though; I would go to a jail or something like that, and take one of the men there. The way I figured it, if the men were monsters in their own right, killing them wouldn’t make me so horrible. Getting a human alone was easy enough. I didn’t even need a skimpy skirt or a skin tight V-neck dress or any of those other things that the others like me would need. All I has to do was talk in an alluring voice. After that, getting them alone with me wasn’t a problem at all.
I hated myself for it though. I only used humans when it was absolutely necessary, and that wasn’t often. I found myself in my room suddenly. It was too easy for me to get lost in my thoughts.
The room was very drab. Red blankets lay across the bed that matched the drapes on the windows. The two lamps on the nightstand were bolted to the table, and the walls were painted with light water colors. A pen and note pad lay on the table nest to the window and a tray of food sat waiting for me on the bed. I scoffed loudly at the tray, wishing I could eat it. Of course I could, but it would stay in my stomach until I coughed it back up again. I wouldn’t even be able to taste it.
I picked up the tray and dumped it in the bucket next to the T.V. Then I sat down to wait. He wouldn't be here for a very long time, but I would be fine. That was another good thing about my predicament: eternal patience.
Hours passed me by. Twilight crept upon me, casting long shadows across the room.
My intuition flickered suddenly; he was here. I flew to the door and poked my head out quietly.
There, sprinting lithely down the hallway was a tall muscular boy about my age. He had very messy brownish red hair that covered his eyes purposely in a very cute style. He had a slightly olive colored complexion, and smooth looking skin. His arms were wiry, but the muscles were defiantly there, that much was visible even through his long sleeved shirt.
I realized with a shock that his eyes were almost purple. They were a combination of the bluest blue, and violet. I stood there ogling in the doorway at this beautiful boy, and I realized that I needed to stop him.
I leapt silently into the hallway and landed soundlessly in front of him. His lovely eyes studied me questioningly as he slowed to a stop. We each stood there for a moment, studying each other briefly. I noticed that he had a rather unpleasant smell to him. It was like an overpowering spice. It was not a kind of colone it seemed. It appeared to be natural. I wrinkled my nose slightly and decided the silence had lasted long enough.
I held out my white little hand for him to shake and said,
“Hello there. My name is Luna.” He seemed a little surprised, but he reached out and took my hand softly and then let go. His hand had been very warm. It was also very big; one of his hands completely enveloped mine.
“Hello Luna, I’m Shane.” His voice was very sweet, yet almost roguish. I smiled a coy smile and began.
“Um, I know that this sounds weird, but I’ve sort of been expecting you. You see, I need you for something . . . I don’t know what though. Not yet.” I don’t really know what I expected. I defiantly was not expecting what he did.
He threw his arms around me in a bear hug that would have surely crushed a mere human. I gasped in surprise.
“Um, you’re squishing me!” I gasped.
“Oh, sorry,” he let go and I would have fallen to the floor but he wrapped his surprisingly warm arms around my frail little body before I hit the ground. He steadied me, and his hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment to make sure that I could stand.
“Thank you,” I breathed.
“No problem,”
“So . . . you want to tell me why you just hugged a compleat stranger?” I asked hopefully. His lovely eyes were happy and excited, yet seemed confused. I thought I might know why.
As soon as the words escaped my lips, he was immediately uncomfortable with the situation.
“Um well . . . gosh this is going to sound crazy but . . . well I kinda came here to find someone and well . . .” He trailed off awkwardly.
I choked back a smile as I watched him fidget around. It was a very comical site to see someone of his hulking size, squirm about like a child.
A breeze swept down the hallway and even though I could only feel its pressure against my skin and not the actual chill, I shivered. It was a natural impulse. I had not been inhuman long enough to lose such reactions.
“Let’s go inside.” I offered, and I held the already open door even wider to let him through.
He smiled a crooked smile that took my breath away, and ducked inside. I stood in the hall for a moment, dazed, and then swiftly followed him into the room.
I fought away yet another smile when I saw him eye the fragile looking chair next to the table with contempt. He sighed in defeat and plopped down on the bed with a “thud”
I danced toward him and folded myself sinuously into the chair he had just rejected.
“Where to begin?” I pondered aloud.
“How about with a question?” Shane suggested.
“Good idea,”
“It seems we both have a lot to ask each other.”
I bit my lip, “Indeed,” He paused a moment before continuing.
“It also appears as though neither of us is what we pretend to be. I mean to say that neither of us is human.” His words hung in the air for a long second.
I stared at his lovely lavender eyes in wonder. They really were too beautiful to belong to any mere human.
Absentmindedly, I wondered what my eyes must look like right now. Considering that I had not hunted recently, and the last time I had it had been a bear, my eyes were probably a dark butterscotch. Eye color was yet another draw back of this life. When I did use a human for food, my eyes turned an unpleasant burgundy red; a color that not only frightened humans, but did a good job of scaring me. It was horrifying to look into a mirror and see the devils intended eyes staring back at you.
“It seems,” I began.
“You know what? I’ll make you a deal. I am not a monster. Or, at least I do not do evil things . . . knowing this, will you be content if I ask you not to question my, er, being or race or whatever you call it? If I get to know you better and trust you, I'll tell you then. But for the time being, will you lay that question to rest?” I pleaded.
“Of course. On the condition that you extend the same to me as well.”
“Naturally,” I promised.
“Then we are agreed. Our only problem now is the reason we are both here.”
Oh crap. How was I going to explain without blowing my cover?
“Well um, I . . . that is to say, I mean . . . well. You were not the only person I am looking for. You see, I’m also looking for a . . . person named Derek. He is the . . . person that changed me into my, er, form, if you will.” I finished lamely. “Your turn,” I said quickly. I was relived to see that he was as careful and hesitant as I.
“Well, I’m looking for someone too. I don’t know her name though. She is the . . . person, who changed me. I have never forgiven her for it, and I will not rest until I shr . . . kill her.”
I raised an eyebrow. The circumstances were very strange, but I was a firm beliver in fate.
“So,” I asked, moving on to a lighter subject. “Do you have a room yet?”
“Um, no I don’t. I wasn’t planning on staying long.”
“Oh. Does your kind need sleep?”
“Yes, I do . . .”
“Then you will need a room right?”
“Well, yes . . . erm . . .”
“Do you have money for a room?”
“Not really, but it isn’t an issue, I can sleep outside,”
“Sleeping outside isn’t an option!”
“No, really . . .”
“Would you object if I got you a room?”
“Yes,”
“Why?”
“You don’t have to waste money on me. You have enough problems as is . . .”
“Please! Money is the one thing I have enough of!”
“No, don’t please,” he pleaded.
I grinned a huge happy grin.
“I’m going to anyway,”
“Don’t do it!” he commanded.
“Too late!” I laughed and slid out of the chair. I skipped over and yanked at his arm to pull him up. I forgot he wasn’t human. He resisted a pull that would have sent a human flying. I frowned, this might be a problem. I gave his arm a couple more tugs to no avail. He simply would not budge.
I looked up to see a huge happy face mock me.
“Well this is new!” I muttered unhappily. “Come on!” I yanked again, desperate. His smile simply grew and grew the harder I tried. He remained sitting solidly on the edge of the bed.
“Go on and keep trying.” He urged. “I’ll just sit back and enjoy it.”
“I’m not going to let you sleep in your car when you can have a perfectly good room here! I can get you an imperial suite if you want.” I sang.
“Who said anything about a car?” He smiled.
“You . . . don’t have . . . FINE!” I yelled, throwing my arms up in defeat.
“Sleep outside in the cold!”
“No, I’ve had my fun. You can get me a room now.” He said simply.
I’m sure that if I could have, my face would have turned cherry red.
“What if I don’t want to now?” I retorted.
“Then I’ll go out in the cold . . .”
“Fine!” I groaned angrily.
I jumped up again to skip angrily to the door, when the floor disappeared from beneath me.  
“What . . .?” I huffed. Shane had hauled me up into the air, and I was now dangling over his shoulder.
“Well, I just figured a lady like you wouldn’t want to have to walk all the way down to the lobby. I thought I would do you a kindness and help you look more graceful than that.”
I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Yeah, and this is so much better.” I squirmed and wriggled but he held fast. I wasn't at all used to being weaker than someone else. My fists pounded against his back with enough force to paralyze a human; Shane looked as though he barely felt anything.
Eventually I stopped squirming and asked.
“Can you not hold me so tight?” . He simply shrugged, and swung me around till he was cradling me like a baby, pressed tight against his chest. The warmth felt wonderful and that displeased me.
I was very aware that I should not be so comfortable with this stranger. Painfully aware in fact. Derek had taught me something at least; you never know anyone’s true intentions. Even if you have known them for years, they can change in a heartbeat.
I knew without a doubt that Derek had planned to kill me. His eyes had shown him for what he really was, and how thirsty he was. His eyes had been black, coal black. He would have killed me if it weren’t for that wolf . . . at least, that’s what I told myself. It had to have been a giant wolf, or a very large bear.
My thoughts were interrupted by Shane.
“Luna? Luna? Llllluuuuunnnnnnaaaaa?” he sang, trying to gain my attention. His voice snapped me back to reality.
“What?”
“You kinda zoned out on me or something. You seem like you do that a lot.”
“Um . . . yeah . . .” I breathed, the image of the giant red wolf still burned into my mind.
“Right . . .” I trailed off.
“Luna?” He asked. He pressed me closer to him, and my nose was filled with the sent of spices again.
“Ewww,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” he had stopped walking now. We were still in one of the hallways.
“You smell like really strong spices.” I tried to explain.
“Really?” he laughed.
“Um, yes?”
“That’s funny . . .” he mused.
“How?”
“You smell really sweet. It’s like sickeningly sweet. It’s kind of overpowering.”
“hmmm . . .” I pondered
“Did I offend you?” He asked worried.
“Oh, no, no of course not. I was just wondering why that would be.”
“Well, all the same, I apologize. It was rude of me to say.”
“No I would much rather you tell me the truth than lie to me and suffer. I’ll keep my distance so I won’t bother you with my . . . smell.” His arms tightened around me.
“I don’t want you to keep your distance! Um, I mean, you don’t have to. It’s not a problem. Don’t distance yourself needlessly.”
“Okay, alright. I guess I’ll say the same for you then. Sorry!"
I was sorry; sincerely so, I really did not want to disappoint this strange boy. I wondered why that might be. It appeared that there was something deeply wrong with me. I could not fall in love with human boys, if I had ever fallen in love at all. Derek had destroyed me. I was a shadow of the person I had once been. I was now just a shell; a shiny, hollow shell. My heart couldn’t even beat any more.
“Don’t be sorry Luna,” He whispered. He had reached the lobby and he swung me over and laid me down on the floor gently.
“Wow, I get to walk? What an honor. What did I do to win such a privilege?” I mocked sourly.
I skipped daintily to the check in counter, pulling Shane along with me. (He wasn’t fighting me this time, which was how I managed) I handed him my credit card and got him the suit next to mine. It appeared that there would be a doorway connecting the two rooms.
Shane allowed me to walk up to my room this time. I matched his pace effortlessly.
“So, do you need to sleep at all?” he asked.
I sighed a longing sigh. “I can’t sleep.”
“Not at all?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep in three years.” I explained sadly. “Is that hard?”
“I miss my dreams,”
We arrived at our doors, and lingered in the hallway.
“This has truly been one of my weirder days.” He smiled.
It was not without a Herculean effort that I managed to smile back.
“Yes,” I agreed quietly.
“Goodnight,”
“Sweet dreams,” I paused at the door, and then skipped inside.  
I detested the night. Because I could not sleep, I always had way too much time to think. I could not drum out my thoughts with blaring music now that I was in a hotel with humans, and my strange new companion. I would defiantly have to be more cautious around him.
         I really thought my heart had learned its lesson! Of course love feels indescribably wonderful in the begining, but then after you get to know the person a little better, you wish you hadn’t. I had to get a grip on this whole thing! Did I want to spend the next century in agony? What was wrong with me!
I really can’t do this! My head screamed in protest. I knew what was right, moral, ethical, but I also knew what I wanted. My soul did not want what my head wanted, in other words, I didn’t care what was best for me. I wanted what I wanted because I wanted it.
There was no logic to my thinking, and I was defiantly thinking too hard. I wished that I could simply stop. I hated myself for everything that I had ever done to myself and everyone around me. I thought that when your heart was dead, you couldn’t love anymore! It seemed that this was not the case.
I stuffed the pillow into my face to try and block out my thoughts, to no avail.
This was hopeless. I knew that could I cry, I would be in absolute hysterics right now.
With dainty almost silent footsteps, (Silent to a human anyway) I tiptoed to the door and peaked my head inside his room.
Shane was sitting upright in his bed, atop the covers, in his jeans and long-sleeved green shirt. It looked as though he had been waiting for me.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” I accused him with mock severeity.
“I heard you in your room.” He explained. I wondered how he could have. I was being silent, or so I had thought.
“How . . .?” I whispered. The traces of my agony were still there and I knew that he could see them.
“My kind has excellent hearing. I can hear pretty much everything you do. I could hear you moan and gasp. It sounded like you were having hysterics.” I smiled bitterly. How right he was.
“Well, sort of. I can’t cry. It’s impossible.” I sighed.
“What is wrong?” he asked. His voice was thick with care and worry. To be honest, I was touched that he should care.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just the biggest idiot in the world. That’s all.” I sighed.
“Yeah, but that’s not all is it?” he asked. I bit my lip. I knew that I would not be able to hide what I was from him much longer. Maybe he was perceptive enough to see that I wasn’t a monster. I wasn’t . . .  
“I suppose I do know you a little bit better now,” I started. He raised an eyebrow. I could tell from his expression that he wasn’t egging it out from me. He knew that I did not want to tell, and he would not push it . . . But I did want to tell him. I didn’t want any secrets between us.
This was all wrong!
“Shane, I don’t really know where to start.” I pleaded with him so he would understand that this was hard for me. He nodded solemnly and I continued.
“I went on a trip to Alaska with my parents three years ago. There was a party and my mom told me to go. Well, while I was there, there was this boy . . . he was so perfect. He was beautiful and kind. He took me outside and we had a snowball fight. I wasn’t even cold in his arms. He gained my trust and I became less and less conscious, and more and more blissfully unaware. He was thirsty. I should have seen that, but how could I have known?” I shook my head.
“When he kissed me, I was in heaven. My heart would stop beating and I would be in utter joy. He kissed me more and more and I kissed him back. He led me into the surrounding woods around the house.” I remembered in disgust.
“I was laughing Shane! I was giggling as he pulled me deeper into the woods! How could I have been so stupid?! He kissed me more fiercely and I remember getting kind of scared. He growled when I asked him what was wrong. He simply shook his head and pressed me up against a tree. His smile was so reassuring, I was a stupid fool! He kissed me one last time and pressed his lips to my throat. I thought he was going to kiss me again.” I recounted vehemently.
“No, He bit me! That damn vampire bit me! He was going to kill me! He was thirsty and I was his snack. No one would care if I was missing! Who was I? Just a stupid little girl! He was going to kill me!” I shouted again.
“His teeth ripped open my neck and I lost consciousness. The last thing I saw was a giant red wolf. The wolf must have scared Derek away. He must have. He must have, because I am still alive. If that’s what you can call it! Am I alive? Or am I just another damnable vampire like Derek? He killed me! I’m still alive but he killed me! He cursed me to an eternity of night! I’m doomed to hell now! I can’t even die to end the pain! I can’t sleep and escape my thoughts!
“Shane! I don’t know what to do!” I grasped his shirt and pressed my face into his chest. His warm hand rubbed my back softly and the motion comforted me. He scoped me up again and carried me to the bed where I laid against him in agony until he feel asleep, and I went into a very welcome, unthinking stupor.
Sorry this one is so long. I couldn't think of a good enough place to stop it and start another chapter. Sorry.

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