• Chapter 56
    Spilling Out
    Molly sat quietly her hands scribbling unbelievably fast in a black leather book. The ink pen in her hand moved so swift I was afraid it would snap under the pressure.
    “What are you writing Molly?” I asked in my childish voice that bothered my slightly. She smiled happily closed the book and dropped it in my hands. I opened to the first page; the paper was aged and flimsy. Across it Molly’s hand writing was sprawled in small neat curls.
    October 23, 1957
    I woke up dead this morning. I was washed with paper white skin and black opal eyes. Black opal eyes, what happened to my jade eyes that sparkled behind my daring red hair? Death happened. It took my warm skin and jade eyes, but somehow left behind indescribable beauty that would make anyone die of one glimpse. I was absolutely gorgeous even I was shocked at my first look. Death sure knew magnificence; it was hard to believe something so cold could leave this.
    “It’s an account of my life; the things I’ve heard, the things I’ve seen.” She smiled brightly slipping the book from my hands.
    “It’s a shame, this is so wonderful and nobody can see it.”
    “Sure it can, I got permission from the council to publish it as long as I go under a pseudonym. If it becomes too popular I have to disappear off the Earth or mysteriously die.” Molly flipped through the aged pages and slid it back into my hands. “I think this one will be of a bit more interest to you.”
    April 8, 2012
    I just heard the news; I have a new foster brother. I haven’t met him yet, but I’ve heard something about it him. It’s quite unusual. He was morbidly hurt, and he should have died within five minutes. But he didn’t. It isn’t humanly possible. But how would I know, I haven’t been human for many years now.

    I skimmed my eyes down the page looking for the answer to the many questions running through my head.
    April 10, 2012
    I met him, my foster brother. He’s quiet. We share the same dark black eyes and pallid skin, but somehow he seems different. It looks like he has something on his mind. But I’d rather not ask. I’ve learned that sometimes saying nothing is the best thing you can do.
    “I love it Molly,” I giggled as she snapped her eyes back down to me from where ever they had been gazing off to. “Hey Molly, why are your eyes brown, I thought vampires had black eyes?” My curiosity constantly got the better of me, and I often whished it wouldn’t. But this time I could almost be sure that it wouldn’t cause any harm like it usually did.
    “I wear contacts so I’ll seem at least somewhat normal and am able to blend in. But yet is it even possible for a vampire to ‘blend in’.” I laughed under my breath.
    “Hai,” I peered up at Edan who was resting his hands on my shoulders, “was Molly nice to you?”
    “Of course I was nice! Gosh you seem to think poorly of people don’t you,” Molly defended shooting upwards.
    Edan laughed quietly as Molly realized he was only traumatizing her. “Come on Hai I think it’s time I brought you back to the campus.”
    “Alright,” I yawned not knowing how much time had elapsed over the frightening moments, “Goodbye Molly I hope to see you again soon!” She only waved as her fire flame hair danced in the breeze. She turned back to the little black book as I could only imagine what words would come spilling out of the ink next for the day of September thirtieth two thousand and twelve.


    ok well im not quite sure what Im going to do after this but Rainbow will tell me later.........
    Well I really want to point this out but you dont have to listen Rainbow because you wont care. You see I love the way you instantly tell Hai and Edan like each other, but that cant truely admit it so your just waiting for that moment when they do.