Changes

Well. Its certainly been a while. Last year I stopped posting, and if you have some sense of judgment, you would realise it was because of Rosalie. And in the interest of being straight to the point; she came back. About a week ago, I walked in the front door, and she was standing right in front of me. I was speechless, she was crying, then it was a blur of hugs and comforting.

Unfortunately, she was too late to stop any of the changes that followed her departure. Helen and Jack split. Jack still lives with us, but Helen moved out. She visited when she heard Rosalie returned, but her and Jack are still on a 'hello-goodbye' basis.
Peter became increasingly violent until we were forced to throw him out, not that anyone really liked him anyway. No-one knows whats become of him.
I withdrew, and now no longer interact with any of my human friends. Lisa is with someone else, and Joe has been hanging around other friends.

And now that Rosalie has returned, we are free to move again. I've been convincing the family not to move the location of The Den in case Rosalie planned on returning. Now the problem is finding a good place within the range of the city of Sydney, as I am now attending University under the alias of an Australian citizen. Kind of a long story to how that one turned out. In a few years I'll be a mechanical engineer, and I plan to work in that post for a few decades.
What? A few decades? Yeah, you read right, but I will explain how the biggest change will make it possible.

In her time away, Rosalie met a Vampire with an incredibly useful skill. Having used to work for an intelligence agency in Europe, and faking his death, he has incredible experience with disguises. L will be 'aging' me, as I live out the life of a missing person, until I stop disguising myself, when I will be pronounced a missing person once again.

That about sums up the major changes in the past year. Maybe I'll build momentum and continue posting. I enjoyed doing this, considering there was never anyone else to talk to. But finally, everything seems to be going right.

Come Home... Please?

I just sit here... waiting. Whenever the phone or the doorbell rings, I jump at the possibility that its her. I haven't heard from her, I haven't heard of her, I don't even know if shes still alive. Everyone is still distraught. I can't believe it actually happened. Everything seems so much darker... As if all the good has been sucked out of the world. If you happen to check up on this Rosie, please come home? We all love you. We all want you here. Can't you just come home and pretend this never happened? You mean so much to me. I can't feel myself without you here.

Remember that time Lily planned that prank on us with the chicken eggs? And we figured her out and covered her in them... Aren't the memories amazing? I want to have more of those times with you. Forever. Well... forever being about 200 years.
Come home...
Please?

Tattered Ribbons

The wooden door swung open revealing an array of torn paper and cut up ribbons. The floor, the bed, the benches were littered with it all. My heart nearly stopped from the shock. What I saw around me was the gift I had spent hours folding, starting over, folding and starting over several more times. I had decorated it with black and purple ribbons, that had been carefully placed to produce a stunning flourish of colour when the origami structure shifted forms. The product of 16 hours of work was given to Rosalie on her birthday this year, and it now lay shredded before me. As I stepped into the room, I spied a note laying on the bed. It boasted a single dreadful word.
Goodbye.

I couldn’t believe it. James gentle, comforting hand on my shoulder was like a train pounding into me. His words were buzzing mosquitoes in my ears. I broke out in sobs, as tears began rolling down my cheek. The screen door downstairs clattered, signaling the return of Rosalie’s parents, and Liz. They were shattered too. They couldn’t even issue a search; we aren’t citizens of a country and the last thing we needed was media attention.

The distraught atmosphere thickened when Arthur, Jack and Peter returned. It hurt more realizing I was the last to know my best friend had run away in the night. Not to mention this was my fault. The arguments of late revolving around Lisa and Courtney had only piled on to the regular pain she suffered, mostly due to her parents. She was gone.

Will she come back? Did she have to destroy my creation? That gift showed how important she was to me, and in defiance, she destroyed it. So many questions are running through my head right now. I can’t believe I did this to her, and didn’t see it coming.
I want my cushion back.
I want my best friend back.
I want my Rosie back…

Incisions

I've been out for a while. Understandable. James found my blog thanks to browser history. He wasn't happy at all, and I've got the cuts to prove it. Fortunatley, he had enough sense not to tell Arthur, otherwise my jaw would probably be on a pedestal as a warning to anyone who thought they could spill our existence. He makes me sick. I havent called him 'dad' in almost 13 years. He concieved me, but he is no father of mine. What he did? Probably something that seemed reasonable to him. Maybe it was the right thing to do. But I'll never forget it.

Unfortunatley, there will be no story of my past to explain this. Not for several months anyway. The story won't come until the 13th anniversary of me calling him Arthur.

Anyway, back onto the discovery of the blog, Rosalie knows as well curtesy of James. She knows about all the posts involving Lisa. She's even more angry at me than before. After a fair amount of explaining, I managed to convince Rosalie and James the blogs wouldn't amount to any harm. There convinced, though that wasnt until after James got dirty and carved a stunning array of incisions into my back. Its nothing I can't handle. I'll just have a few more scars to add to those littered around my back.

Frodo the Vampire Slayer

Now i think the world is out to get me. Lisa's way of saying thank you for being there for her was more than mere words. She gave me her ring; silver with hands holding a heart with a crown. The hands symbolize friendship, crown loyalty, and the heart love. I had an urge to ask if I could pick the ones relating to me, but I imagine that would've torn her up even worse. Is there no way around this?

Now for the ironic factor; the ring is from the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" series (Someone supposedly gives it to Buffy). She didn't tell me this on the spot, but rather over a text message. She was supposedly too embarrassed to admit she grew up obsessing over the show, and has every box set in her bedroom. Good thing she didn't tell me in person, I wouldn't know how to react. However, looking at this situation from the other side, Buffy Vampires are evil (hence the need for slaying). If Lisa knew what I was, she would be afraid of me, which I may be able to use to my advantage. In other words, pretend to be Vampire out to drain any human senseless enough to get within arms distance of me. Then she won't be hurt from not being with me, and I wouldn't have to risk killing her. Although if she found out Arthur would probably kill her. And me for being an informant.

As for Rosalie at the moment, we managed to keep things cool by ordering a round of pizzas to go under the name of Frodo Baggins. Somehow that's extremely amusing for us.

Rarity

The soft splashing of water under my feet accompanied the choir of birds in the trees. I could feel the frigid water begin to soak through my shoes as I pushed the dense foliage out of my path. I emerged on the hilltop. A large, cubic stone sat just off-centre of the highest point on the hill. I sat down on it, cross legged and observed. Herds of cattle stood around, almost lifeless as the sun approached its final hour. A small group of wild pigs, black as coal, emerged from the river a few kilometres away and tore at the ground for a late meal. Kangaroos still bounded across the landscape, free as the wind.

This was my most recent home. It was beautiful. I spent 12 years here, on these thousands of acres, learning aspects of the natural world. Many evenings, when my mind was troubled, I would climb the hill, more so a mountain, and watch the sun set, mull things over. The mountainous region, nature in all its beauty, had been tainted by power cabling. Enormous towers, constructed by man. If I turned around I could watch the commoners drive by, or a coal train on its routine trip to the power station.

Now, thousands of acres has turned to 7. I can no longer observe the kangaroos, cattle and pigs. I now lean against my chimney, and observe the rabbits as they emerge at dusk. But it is still beautiful, even after 3 years. One day, I plan to watch the sunset here, on this very rooftop with my beloved. Then, we will pack our bags, and travel out to my old home. We will watch it from the stone on that mountain, and I will recount all the times I walked out here, just to think about factors of my life, what decisions to make.

The only question; will I ever have a beloved? Rosalie and Lily are the only vampires I know that are within my age margin...Though Lily won't qualify as within my age margin for another 5 years or so.

Thus ensues the problem. I'm the only male Vampire within Rosalie's age margin that she has met. I can't believe how stupid I have been. Rosalie's discomfort when driving me to the hospital, it all makes sense. She was jelous of my feelings for Lisa. James filled me in on that this afternoon. Rosalie is my best friend... I don't think we're supposed to be together, I want to be able to be there for her forever, but as a friend. I have a feeling I'll be viewing alot more sunsets before this gets straightened out.