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“Sir, I’m sorry but you’ll need to call the front desk, I cannot help you.” Work was sucking today. Hardcore. Any call out was getting turned down, and every inbound call was…stupid. I work in a hotel call center. Doing not only inbound, but also outbound. So I had bunches of fun everyday…except not. My life was pretty redundant at this point. I woke up, I ate breakfast, I fed the addict in me with my morning fix of Twilight. Then I went to work, dealt with stupid people, and went home. Shortly following that, I go to bed after eating dinner and interacting for a bit with my roommate. I am only 20 years old. Super fascinating right?

 

That day had been more boring than the rest somehow. When 8 pm finally rolled around, I had to restrain myself from jumping with joy. I shut off my computer, clocked out, and got my keys, going to one of the few joys in my life. My green focus wagon complete with my old Disney World name tag and dirty floor mats. I used exactly one tank of gas every two weeks getting to and from work. Spent exactly $40 every two weeks in groceries. Like I said: redundant.

 

Driving home had it’s usual entertainment: Goodbye Blues by The Hush Sound. Amazing band if you haven’t heard them. It was when I finally reached the last turn off to home that my life took a turn. I was driving just a little over the speed limit when a car came up behind me, going a lot faster than I was. Since it was dark out, I couldn’t tell what kind of car it was, but it was definitely way too close to my tail. We ascended a hill and on the decline, the car rammed my back end, forcing me off the right side of the hill. There was a very steep drop before heading into a rather deep lake that I always liked looking at on my way home. Of course, I hadn’t wanted to get this close of a view.

 

I tried to make my mind focus on what would be the best way out of the car, but all I could think of was how badly I would regret not finding out if vampires existed. A stretch for my -normally- logical, over thinking brain. The front of my poor focus dove right into the dark waters, making a whoosh sound as we plumeted deeper. In my mind, I wanted to fight, to get out of the car, but my body refused to move. I don’t even think it was shock holding my limbs back. It was resignation.

 

I looked around the lake from inside my car. It was surreal and strangely beautiful. My headlights illuminated everything, giving it a ghostly glow. I could see small fish exploring my car, plants swirling in the moving darkness. I was vaguely aware of the water seeping into the little air space I had left. I could not bring myself to even remove my seatbelt. It was sad and all too real for me to comprehend. I drew in one last, deep breath, just before the water overtook me and I let myself be taken away.

**

I opened my eyes to rays of light darting around a bright room. This was not a hospital, the bed was much too comfortable. It was definitely not my room; once again, the bed was much too comfortable. Was I in Heaven? I didn’t even really believe in that mythical place. I put it up there with werewolves and vampires. But the decoration of this room, the comfort, the sense of safety and happiness that seemed to emanate from it gave me no other option. I’d never felt as comfortable as I did in that moment.

I heard voices coming from somewhere outside of my safe haven. “I don’t see why you think it was so bad to bring her here! We’ve both seen her, observed her. She won’t have a problem with this!”

“Patrick, there is a difference between how people act in regards to theories and bed time stories and to a reality. This was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever witnessed you do. And now I have to try and fix everything. If it can be fixed.”

The voices moved closer to the room, I sat up in the bed, feeling no pain at all, which as my memories flooded back from the accident (no pun intended), was a surprise. Shouldn’t I be in massive amounts of pain? “Edward, please don’t take anything out on her. Please don’t hurt her.” There was a longing in what I assumed was Patrick’s voice. The dislike for Edward grew intense from his next statement.

“If she promises to tell no one then there is no reason to harm her. Too bad, really.” The door to the heavenly room opened and the two men entered. They looked instantly to where I sat. “Well, she’s awake Patrick. Go ahead and explain it all now.”

 

All my life, I could never see myself falling in love with someone who wasn’t named Edward. It had been the name of the male lead in my favorite book & movie, along with other countless literary crushes I’d had throughout the years. This man in front of me did the name plenty of justice. Of course, it was too bad that this man had also just been speaking about killing me. So much for my own foresight. His hair was the darkest black I’d ever seen aside from my own hair. It was short, with shaggy bits shading his eyes. His eyes though, like every good novel I’d ever read, captured me in. Pulling at me like gravity. They were blue, but not plain boring, “oh look, aryan” blue eyes, but a blue that you might compare to the brightest of days, even though it’s dark and the stars are out. They seemed to have a depth to them I couldn’t even begin to describe here. His lips had the red stain that usually came from drinking bright red Kool-aid or popsicles and trying to wipe it off. But trying to picture Edward do that was almost enough to make me giggle. Almost.

 

Patrick came to sit beside me in a chair I hadn’t noticed. He wasn’t as gorgeous as Edward was, but there was a certain sort of…puppy dog charm. He had brown hair with bits of blonde in places, I guessed it was from the sun’s subtle highlighting abilities. His eyes were a dark brown with said puppy dog eye qualities, giving him the “awwww” factor that reminded me of the male lead in the movie version of Pride & Prejudice. His skin was pale, like Edward, and he too had the sort of dark pink/red stained lips. “Hi there Ella. I’m Patrick.” I nodded and smiled, feeling very awkward. Did everyone feel so awkward around angels? Did some angels look so…regular? While others, like Edward, looked like gods? “Now, I know this is a bit strange, but I guess I’ll just come out with it.” He sighed and looked back to Edward who was glowering at us from across the room.

 

“I’ve seen you around, done some research, but I promise you, it’s not as weird as you think. I was going to introduce myself the night you got into the accident, and I saw you go off the cliff so I got you out of the water as soon as I could and I brought you here. I know, it’s got a few holes, but I don’t want to overload you with info right now. We’re not that weird, well…we are vampires, but I promise I -we- won’t hurt you.” The words spilled out of his mouth like a faucet on high. My mind scrambeled to keep up with the little information he was giving me.

“So I’m not in heaven? I didn’t die?” I looked at both men. Edward developed a small smirk, I guess my reaction was amusing. 

 

Patrick was the one to answer though, he looked concerned. “No, you didn’t die. And this is defintely far from heaven.” 

 

A haze seemed to form in front of my mind. I was trying to think clearly, but this wasn’t making any sense. “So then, where am I? And vampires? I have to be dreaming. Damn, I’m in a coma! I didn’t even realize that people in a coma had dreams.” A coma, that was it. I was finally meeting vampires, I was in a coma.

 

“Um, I don’t think you’re in a coma Ella. I know I’m real.” Patrick placed his hand on mine. My imagination had developed into something incredible. I could even feel some warmth from where his had touched mine. I would have to try and remember this to tell whoever the doctor was that was watching me.

 

Edward moved to stand at the foot of the bed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. My body instantly went rigid and Patrick took his hand away from mine. “Regardless of who is real or not, you will not be leaving here until I can have some guarantee that you will not go galavanting about telling everyone our secret. Patrick here may think he knows you, but I don’t much care for humans with a…lust for vampires.” He paused, looking me over from head to toe. “Especially those without much to enthrall a vampire, let alone bed one.”

 

I felt my body tense even more as I was filled to the brim with anger. “I’m sorry, sir, but did I do something to offend you? I don’t see why you should take any anger you have for humans out on me. I don’t remember running over anyone’s puppy or stealing your girlfriend. If you have a problem with me there is no reason for you to insult me. You barely even know me.” I was very happy that most of the time when I got mad I got articulate. Other times, I was an angry crier. Thank god majority ruled this time. 

 

Patrick looked at me, biting his lip to hide a smile, while Edward stood rooted to his spot at the end of the bed. The next thing I knew though, my wrists were clamped to my sides while an angry face looked into mine. It took me a moment to realize it was Edward, his eyes had turned completely black. “You should watch your mouth little girl. You have no idea how breakable you are to me. And how much fun it would be to break you.” He sighed and looked down. It seemed that he had stopped breathing. “I retract my earlier statement. You do smell good. But then again, obsession was always a very nice scent.” He looked back up at me, a dark grin replacing the anger, his eyes back to their normal spectacular blue. “I’ll let you go for now. But I swear, talk back to me again little one, and I will leave you hurting.” 

 

I bit my tounge to keep from saying something I’d regret and just nodded. Edward released my wrists and I noticed his finger marks were already fading into my normal pale skin color. As soon as Edward moved away, Patrick replaced him next to me. “Are you ok?”

 

I heard the door click shut, and focused my attention back to Patrick. ”Um, yeah. I’m fine. Guess I shouldn’t have said anything, huh?”

 

Patrcik shrugged his shoulders. “Edward is…unpredictable. Mostly you can pick on him for hours and he’d laugh it off. But there is the rare occasion when he takes things a little too far. I’m very sorry he hurt you. But I have to say, you saying that has been the highlight of the last few months. He’s been very off lately.”

 

I nodded, not sure of what to say in response. “So when can I leave?” I was trying to think of how in the hell I could make myself wake up from this too real dream. I was just glad to know that I wasn’t “finding” vampires because I was crazy. It was because I’d gotten into a horrible accident and gone into a coma. Although thinking it out, it was hard to decide which one was better.

 

“Well…I mean…

 

 

(I let myself be taken just for the thrill…boring life, decided to check out something weird. the hush sound song helped hehe)

 

(Later: “I realized all too suddenly that when I finally woke up, I would miss all of this far too much. My life was finally enjoyable, I had found that vampires did exist, and they can love just as fiercely as I imagined. I didn’t want to go back to reality.”)

 

(Later: “All my life, I could never see myself falling in love with someone who wasn’t named Edward. It had been the name of the male lead in my favorite book & movie, along with other countless literary crushes I’d had throughout the years. This man in front of me did the name plenty of justice. Of course, it was too bad that this man had just been speaking about killing me. So much for foresight.”)