Before I knew it, my best friend - without even realizing it - was sobbing on my shoulder. Comfortingly, I made many 'shhhh' noises as I kept my arms around the violently shaking girl cuddled up next to me. My hand lovingly stroking through her hair - which I always found smooth as silk and pretty. I didn't have to worry about killing her, for I always made sure to eat before I came anywhere near her.
When at least fifteen minutes passed, and her talking slowed but her sobbing didn't, she finally looked up at me. I found myself lost in this touch. When was the last time I had this intimate of a conversation with someone? When was the last time I touched someone, for that matter, other then to bite their necks. I chose not to waste this moment, as I found myself rubbing her warm back with my icy hand, up and down.
"Just because you can't seem to find this angel, doesn't mean its not there." I found myself saying. Oh, how I was dieing to say I'd be her angel! The guardian angel that took care of her, and made sure nothing happened to her.
It was then, that I chose to make that commitment.
"Sometimes, when things don't go our way, we all of a sudden think everything - even our guardian angels, as you put it - will crash and burn, leaving us all alone. But, what if something else is in store for you, if you let your father go? Instead of live this life in pain, let him die - but not to leave you. But, instead think he's leaving to a life with no pain, so he's not stuck in this painful one." I didn't know if my words were of comfort or of more destruction, but I found tears brimming in my eyes as well.
Oh, me and my sensitive side always gets in the way...
"I'm sorry." I said, blinking my eyes. "I shouldn't have been so straight forward. I've lost both of my parents so I know what it feels like."
I realized that I admitted that I didn't have parents, even though I told her before that I was 'visiting them from England'. But, since she said that she knew I was lieing, I gave up that act.
"My name is not Andrew Smith, Charlotte. Since you know I'm lieing, I my as well state my real name.  It's Eddie. I guess I just paniced when I first talked to you, I didn't know if it would have been smart to tell you my name." I refused to tell her my last name, just yet.

I couldn't help but soften up a bit, gazing into his eyes. Was he... was he tearing up? His cold hand felt soothing against my back, and stroking my hair. I'd never had anyone to comfort me when I was crying before. It was a wonderful thing, make me just set my head on his shoulder and exhale slowly. 

"I can't let him go. He's all I have. My brothers live far, far away. My mother has gone... and he has always been there. To let him simply die... when he still has a fighting chance..." The corners of my lips turned down as I glanced at him. "I-I'm so sorry about your parents... it must have been horrible..."

I sighed, and tried to think of a way to respond to his confession. I felt a little betrayed, but it didn't matter. He was being honest now, and that's all that mattered, right? I forced a small smile. "Eddie... Well. It's nice to meet you Eddie. I hope we can be friends."

Truth was, that's what I wanted from him. I wanted a friend for once; I'd been fairly alone for the three years I went to high school, and having nearly no family had worn away at my emotional nerves. I parted my lips, if about to speak, and then closed them again for a moment before spitting out the words. "W-What... what happened to your parents...? If you don't mind sharing."

Her response about her father was expected. You can't just ask a daughter to let her father go - if they are all they have. But, I knew that if I stayed by her, it might be easier.
"It's nice to meet you too, Charlotte."
I said, softly, as my blue eyes gazed into her *Place. Color. Here.*[I'll edit this once I look at your bio...] ones. "Very nice..." I added in a whisper to myself.
At her question about my parents' death, my mind drew blank. I couldn't lie to her again, but how was I supposed to say I killed my own father?
Not that I felt remorse. I hated the man more then I hated myself for who I was. Which was alot of hatred, for I hated myself - my monstrous self- very much. It was still a wonder to me how this girl wasn't happy with her father dead. Then again, her father probably wasn't cruel and rejecting the way mine was.
"My mother..." My throat got tight. I will always love my mother, for she was the one that wanted to search for me when I disappeared. My father was the one who told her not to. "My mother died a long time ago, as did my father." I could feel my eyes glaring as I referred to him. It was unhealthy how much I hated him. "She had a heart attack while driving when I left..." I swallowed. When I meant 'left', I meant when I turned into a vampire. But, I would have to salvage another lie. "I went back to England." I couldn't lie to her again, so I kept going. Confessing about my father. "And, for my father..." The tears that brimmed my eyes when talking about my mother were gone. For I felt no remorse for my fathers death. "We didn't get along. When I left he didn't care." For a moment, I stayed there silent. Realizing that if I told this girl that I killed him, she might kick me out. "This isn't the easiest thing to talk about, sorry." I muttered, realizing the tears weren't all the way gone. I missed my mother, terribly. Reluctantly, I pulled my arm away from around her back and put both hands on my face, wiping any tears that wetted my cheeks.

I watched him gaze at me, a weak smile taking over my face. I reached up and wiped away one of the tears he missed with a shaking hand, his face as cold as his hands and body were. It startled me how freezing he was... maybe he was sick. 

I didn't want to upset him though, seeing how shaken up he was over his parents. Maybe bringing up his tempterature would make it worse, and if there was anything I didn't want to do it was reduce him to tears. "It's alright," I murmured, leaning back so I could give him a once-over. "If you'd like... you can go into my father's room and get changed into some dry clothes. You look about his size."

I wanted to change into my sweat pants and a tank, something I can be comfortable in and not worry about. Unlike the dress I was wearing, which was hiked up my thighs, nearly showing off the black panties I was wear. Blushing, I pulled it down and adjusted the neckline so my matching black lace bra didn't show.  

Again, I couldn't pull her hand away from my cold face. I haven't been touched in so long, in this way, I couldn't help but close my eyes and embrace Charlotte.
But, realizing that she could feel the odd coldness I embraced all the time, I hoped she wouldn't start having second thoughts about being with me. The desire to stay here has grown so strong ever since I first saw her crying. All I wanted to do now was make her happy.
At her next suggestion, I did a sheepish smile. I actually did want something a bit more dry, which made me realize I was dripping wet still.
"Oh..." I frowned, and looked down at myself. "I completely forgot. I shouldn't have sat down..." I immediately stood up from the couch and looked back at her, "Would your father mind? Changing actually sounds nice."

[[Is Cherie short for Charlotte? I'm trying to think of something he can call her... ]]

{ Charlotte... A good nickname would be Charlie. c: I imagine her mother would have called her that. Or just Charls. Cherie is cute. :D }

I shook my head, a small strangled laugh escaping my throat. "It's no problem. The couch will dry... don't worry about it." Standing, I ran my sweaty palms down the front of my dress and glanced at him. "I don't really think my father would mind." Truth was,  her father would mind. He was always over protective and strict with her. Finding out a stranger had been here alone, so late at night... well, he would have hit the roof.

"Come, I'll show you to his room." I said quietly, pushing thoughts of my father far behind. Taking his icy hand gently, I led Eddie away from the livingroom, and towards his bedroom. Once I got there, I released his hand and smiled. "Take your time... his clothes are in the dresser by his bed. I'll be in my room changing. Wait for me in the living room if you finish..."

And at that, I wandered down the hall and into my room, closing the door behind me with a small click. I leaned against the door for a little while before moving and starting to find something to change into. 

[[Yeah, I think out of all of those, I like Cherie also. xDDD ]]

I gladly followed her around her home as she showed me where her fathers room was. I would never admit that I already knew where it was, for that would mean that I've been inside this house before.
As I went inside, a crooked smile came from my lips.
"Thank you, Cherie."
Swallowing nervousness, I felt myself blush as I said, "I can just call you Charlotte. I didn't mean to-"
She was already in her room. Rolling my eyes, I closed the door and mentally scolded myself. I've always called her Cherie in my head, and in our 'late night talks' when she was a baby, but she didn't know about that now.
Another thought came to mind, that frightened me.
What if she starts to remember me? I highly doubted it, but I know it was possible for her to remember little things. Like my voice when I talked to her. Or, my face, that always broke down in tears in front of her. Even my coldness, for I have kissed her forehead, or carressed her cheeks many times back then. Sighing worriedly, I made sure I'd be more careful, as I found some clothes I found suitable in his drawers.
When I finished changing, I resulted in wearing a blue T-Shirt, that was a bit tighter then I wanted it to be. [[ Oh yes. You can see his muscles ;) ]] And, some sweat pants that were black. I haven't wore sweat pants in a long time, so I thought I'd give it a shot.
I grabbed my wet clothes, and brought them downstairs with me. Keeping myself standing in the living room until she came down. I planned on asking her if I could use her dryer.

I rifled through my drawers, hissing under my breath angrily. There was nothing good to wear. My favourite pajama pants were in the wash and I couldn't find any of my sweat pants. Shorts would have to do. 

I pulled on a pair of black shorts, which ended about mid-thigh, and then removed my dress. It messed up my hair, but I didn't really mind. Standing in shorts and a bra, I then started to search frantically for a shirt to wear. Then I found what I was looking for.

Pulling on my baggy bright green pull-over sweater that used to be my brother's, I glanced at myself in the mirror and frowned. My hair was ruffled and messy, and my face was a complete mess from crying. I took a minute to brush my hair and wipe away the make-up, turning to look at my door.

Eddie would be waiting for me in the livingroom... I didn't want to keep him waiting, but at the same time, I kind of wanted to stay in my room. Sucking in a deep breath, I twisted the knob on my bedroom door and walked down the hall, turning into the livingroom with a smile.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my eyes on his face; I couldn't help but notice he looked absolutely fabulous in the outfit he was wearing. I glanced at the clock to busy myself. It was 12:15AM. Wow... when Eddie arrived it had been about 11:30. 

Seeing her walk down the hallway to me, I did one of my famous sheepish smiles at her. I held my wet  clothes a bit tighter so that I wouldn't get any droplets on the ground. The last thing I needed was her father knowing I was here when he returned.
"Hey."
I said, as I walked over to her. Weird how she looked good even in a baggy sweatshirt and shorts. I guessed I thought that way because she was the only girl truly good-looking to me. Everyone else in the world was ugly, and pigheaded, taking life for granted. I hated them all.
"Would you mind if I used your dryer?"
I asked her as I stood beside her. I already knew where the dryer was, but I didn't want her knowing that.

[[ Such a shortie. Sorry. I didn't want to power play. ]]

"Not at all," I replied, attempting to gather my scrambled thoughts. Blinking a few times, I turned on my heel and began to walk down the hall again. I hope he'd get the hint and follow, seeing as he didn't know where he was going. 

At the very end of the hall, there was the door. Mahogany, with a brass doorknob. I stopped, staring at it, unable to open it myself. I knew what laid in wait on the other side. A flight of stairs leading to the basement, where my washer and drier stayed. The stairs my father fell down.

The stairs that still had his blood on them.

I turned around, back pressed against the wood, and stared at Eddie with my lips pressed in a thin line. My throat tightened, making it hard to speak. "It's... down there. Easy to spot." Stepping to the side, waving a hand at the door, I blinked. "Here you are."

[[How did you get your siggy bold? D: ]]

Willingly I let her lead me, trying to keep my eyes straight ahead and not piercing into her. As I walked down the hallway with her, it reminded me of so many things that I've seen while I've watched them over the years. There was a window somewhere, I couldn't see it now, but it showed a couple bushes on the other side.
I remember hiding behind those bushes, when I was obsessed with watching this family every night.
Sometimes I felt like I wasn't protecting them. Sometimes, I felt like I was just stalking them because they had the life I wanted. They were in my old house, of course.
Not the full life I wanted, actually. Everyone had their issues, and I could definately see Cherie's plainly.
I noticed her reaction as they came to the wood door. Dieing to know what was wrong, I stared at her for a moment. I wanted to dive into her head, read what she was thinking, go into her heart and stitch up any loose strings, and make everything all right.
But, she didn't fully know me yet. She might not even want me to know something was wrong.
"Thank you, Cheerr-arlotte."
I said, catching myself with a blush covering my face as I walked down the stairs. The second my foot hit the second stair, I smelled blood.
Her fathers blood.
With my great sense of sight and smell, the blood was stronger in my nose, and I could see it dripping off the stairs like tears slowly fading off a cheek.
As I came to the last stair, I looked back up at her. Tempted to run back up and confess how dear she was to me, for no saddness will be upon her with me - I wouldn't allow it. I fought the urge by turning my back to her and going to the dryer. After slipping my drenched clothes in the dryer, I walked up the stairs slowly. Walking over the specks of blood like it was an every day thing.
It smells so good...
I gulped as I tried to control myself as I came to the top and gave Cherie a smile. Finally ignoring all common sense as I said,
"You alright? You didn't look so good before I went down."

[[ bump xD ]]

{ Whatever you want bold, put it like this: <b> TEXT </b>... but replace "TEXT". Whatever's in between will be bold, and whatever isn't will not be. XD }

It took me a moment to realize he was speaking, both on the way down, and on the way back up. Even when I looked at him, i saw his lips move but I couldn't hear the sound he made. My entire body was numb with grief.

Slowly, I broke out of this shell, a few moments after he asked me if I was alright. Was I alright? Even I wasn't sure. Blinking, a false smile worked its way onto my lips. "Hm? Oh, yes, Eddie... I'm fine. Just a little light-headed from crying so much tonight, I guess." 

Sighing, I turned around and began to head back towards the living room, many thoughts buzzing around my mind like angry bees smashing against the inside of my skull. I felt a headache coming on. "Do you want anything to drink? Are you hungry?" I asked, turning to look at him with my head slightly tilted. 

[[I'M A GIRL D<
... Just. Kidding. ILY <3 
Are vampires able to eat or drink normal foods? ]]

[[Lol...'Har har' xDDD!
Sooooo now that you say all of that, I had this image of him vomiting at her house and was kind of tempted to make it happened.But, I won't  bahahahahaha xDDDD]]

I didn't believe her of course, when she said she was light headed, but I didn't want to push her into something personal. Something told me it was the fact that her fathers blood was on the stairs. Maybe that was why she acted wierd when she opened the door.

A pang of empathy came over me again, and I fought the urge to say what was on my heart.
I shook my head while following her to the living room.
"I'm perfectly fine."
I said before sitting down.
[[I completely had writers block sorreh. XD]]

{ I have serious writer's block. ;I }

"Are you sure?" I asked as I turned into the kitchen, quickly pouring myself a glass of ice tea. I slipped a pill into it when he wasn't looking; that would help with the headaches. Smiling softly, I took my cold drink and brushed past him, heading into the living room again.

I thought about a lot of things as I sat on the couch. None of them were about my family, of course. Just having to drop out of high school this year, which meant I would never get a proper job. Never having any real friends (besides Mark- but he moved away a long time ago).

It was a sad life, but thinking back, I never knew any other life so I was happy with it.  

[[I have to go. D: Byeeeee~]]

[[I have an idea though :O
Maybe, somehow, Charlotte can accidently cut herself?
AND.THERE.WOULD.BE.BLOOD.
Nuf' said. ]]