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My Other Half	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I dont know the band rammstein. I make no profit. Purely fiction.

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Title: My Other Half Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I do not know Rammstein, purely fiction, make no profit from this.
Author's note: This is my attempt at not making Drake have his way with my decisions. Or Richard for that matter. May be a little late on my deadline but what can I say? Shit happens.
[Doom P.O.V.]
I must be dying on the inside a little at a time because I have never felt pain the way I do at this moment. It is as if my body simply does not ache all over, but that my own blood is too hot for my body to handle, slowly warming the tissues of my being from their cold slumber which sends painful electrical shocks through my system like lightening. Every few moments they come and feel worse than the last time they struck. I don’t know if it’s because my nerves are shot or I’m simply losing my mind. Both could be a possibility at this point in time. My body has gone through so much trauma I’m surprised that I’m still functioning to be honest.
Richard was true to his word, he didn’t kill me but he left me to live and watch as he enjoyed giving Myra the happiness I had never given her myself. She must not have come back yet because he has yet to present myself to her as a “gift” to her. The images he had shown me of their wedding night of all things still scarred the surface of my mind and caused this unbearable pain I now felt.
Of course everything I am feeling must be all in my mind because of the shock of coming to terms with the fact that the woman I love not only loves another but that the person she loves is also the one that stole her form everything she knew. To top it off even before I got the chance to apologize and finally tell her my darkest secret. The shock, anger and sadness I felt all boiled together inside me which was the root of all my pain. Frankly, if I had wanted to be pain free I know I could stop it. No one but myself was causing it (my current mental pain) and in my mind I believe I deserve this pain for what I’ve done to her and what I was trying to take from her. She deserves to be happy and I don’t have the right to say what makes her happy and what doesn’t. I just simply tried to rush into things like I did when I first tried to hint to her that I loved her and only ended up getting frustrated with her and pushing her away. I was repeating my mistake from so many years ago. The sad part is that I didn’t realize I was even doing it.
In my rush to “free” her from her “prison” I had failed to notice the little details of the bigger picture at hand that Richard knowingly showed me. She had been glowing with happiness when her husband had come to “aid” her when she retrieved her brother, even if he seemed like he was scaring her. No longer did she keep to herself like the timid girl she was but drew comfort in touching her lover, someone who seemed to want nothing more than to give her the world which he probably already did. But if I know Myra she wouldn’t want the world, just someone to love and accept her. This Richard guy seemed to give her just that from what I’ve learned. The display of more confidence in herself showed that she was no longer weak as she believed herself to be yet she still displayed some uncertainty. The memory the man that actually earned her heart showed me that he treated her as if she were his princess and she accepted the treatment willingly, whereas 20 years ago she was too afraid to accept special treatment in fear of becoming more of the outcast she thought she was. The outcast I’d help make her into. An outcast who wanted nothing more than to be loved and accepted by her friends and having me as sort of traitor only made her feel more betrayed. Now, however, her belief in herself has drastically changed all because of one guy who gave her what she originally needed. All these little things added up and made Myra a very strong individual. Truly I’m happy that she’s not afraid anymore, that she’s got the strength and courage to defend herself. I only wish I was the reason for it. And my past actions have not only mental anguish but also a good ass-kicking which explains the other pain I’m going through.
Now I’m stuck here in a dark room that literally has no identifying qualities. There is no light for me to see, no shift in the currents of the air to allow smell to reach my nose. The walls and floor appear to have no marks upon them for they are perfectly smooth which deprives me of my sense of touch. The texture of the cell I’m in can’t be identified as rock or metal and dulls my senses even more. The temperature is neither hot nor cold but a stiff, unchanging moderate. In this room I fear I’ll lose my sanity if I haven’t lost it already. I’m sure Richard is partially counting on that if not to just torture me more. I’ve heard of rooms like these before. Their sole purpose is to deprive someone of all possible sense so that the individuals’ minds are forced to compensate for being deprived of the senses.
As I lay on the floor I can’t help but rub my hands on my pants and torn shirt to just get a different texture to feel. If I had to guess how long I’ve been doing it I would say maybe an hour or two, but since I have no watch or time telling device to tell time it could have been merely minutes. As pathetic as it is at least it gives me something to do. Between the mental anguish and the lack of anything in this room the moments I do nothing are quite literally as boring as it is to watch Till and Alice have a staring contest and those two can last well over an hour when she’s not taking her medication. Neither of them will blink for any reason except when Muse is involved. That’s how Till makes Alice lose. Being that Muse is her favorite band and she will usually play when she’s not on her medication during those times they play it’s very easy for him to win. Alice can be easily distracted by her favorite band when she’s off her medication.
When I’ve had enough of touching my clothes I move on to my tender face. Richard may have spared my life but he made sure to show that he wasn’t going easy on me. When he’d dragged me out of that room he took me to a different dark blue one that held only a short brown wooden chair under a light that hung from the ceiling. I don’t recall how I had gotten into the chair because I was still suffering from the shock of the memory he had showed me. The next thing I knew was that he was punching my face over and over until I finally I tried to fight back. My attempts were futile. I barely landed 2 punches on him before he grabbed me from behind, pulled my hair back and showed me what his face REALLY looked like when he let himself loose.
I admit that I would have screamed like a coward at how horrible he looked but because he was pulling my hair so tight he only managed to piss me off and I tried 1 last time to at least hurt his feelings if I couldn’t hurt him physically. Besides, I bet he was due to have his feelings hurt. Between having Myra’s attention all to himself for 20 years and everyone practically afraid of him I bet he was basically living up to the title of being the prince of our kind and had everything he wanted at the snap of his fingers. Someone needed to give this guy a dampening on his ego. Anyone with that much power deserved to be put in their place once in a while. “With a face like that I bet you’d scare Myra off instantly if she knew what you really looked like under that human façade of yours. I’ve never seen something as monstrous and ugly as your face. If she knew she was really kissing that face I bet she would die of being scared to death. I bet she’d just love to know what a monster you really are.” I had to smirk at that. Surely that would at least irritate him a bit. Hell, if I was married to him I’d run for the hills for sure once I saw THAT face. Myra may love monster movies but I doubt she liked looking at the real thing up close. I wouldn’t put it past a selfish bastard like him to hide this face from her.
But his reply was not what I expected it to be. Instead of a growl or irritated laughter he turned my face to his where I got a better look at him and his ugliness only held a deceivingly kind smile with sharp pointed teeth. It slowly turned into an affectionate smile as he spoke. “You know why I picked her?” he asked softly. I shook my head as a ‘no’ in reply. There was nothing else I could say. “I didn’t pick her because she was weak and helpless or even because of her stunning beauty or that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. No, I had a much deeper reason for picking her. I’m going to tell you why too so you may understand why she stays with me willingly.” I waited quietly to hear this. If what he said was true then maybe it was worth listening to. That, and I’m dying to know why he had to pick the woman I loved instead of someone else.
“I picked her because from the moment I heard her voice and really paid attention to her I was hooked on her like a moth to a flame. I was pulled to her by an unknown force, the way a moth is hypnotized to go towards its death of a flame. She gave off this glow of innocence and had the most unselfish heart and mind I’d ever seen any creature have that I knew she was the one. I’d tried for many, many years to find a companion who was inhumanly selfless that I thought they couldn’t possibly exist. I had already given up that search until I heard her sweet voice exactly 2 years before I took her. It was as if she was the soul mate I didn’t know was possible for me to have and I’d finally found her. Of course I knew that being so young and having no knowledge of our kind, let alone of me, I knew she would not come willingly at first and I would have to ease her into things. She even had a huge distrust of me at first but she couldn’t find it in herself to hate someone who had never really done her or her family harm since what I did was not as traumatizing as if her life events prior to her turning. According to her anyway. She claims that being a blood sucking vampire isn’t as bad as being a human who was practically tortured mentally. That was the moment I knew I’d made the right choice when I knew she couldn’t truly hate me. She was the only creature I’d ever encountered that didn’t truly hate me instantly or learn to hate me. Of course that didn’t stop the instant dislike of me but that eventually changed. And trusting in that feeling I revealed to her the reason why I wanted her. She is the only 1 I would do anything for to keep happy because I knew she would 1 day understand me and my reasons. And I’ll tell you something: I wasn’t wrong.” The black veins that were pulsating seemed to grow twice their size as he stared me down with a wicked smile. Those black empty eyes seemed as if they were going to devour my very soul. “And she’s already seen ‘this’ face of mine and didn’t run because she knew I would never hurt her or mean her any harm or give her reason to distrust me. So your feeble attempt to “hurt my feelings” as you’ve previous thought was useless.”
With that he quickly released me only to kick me so hard in the stomach that I literally flew into a wall and banged my head. After that my memory is kind of blurry but I do recall him pulling my nails out with little to no effort being used on his part. Thankfully my nails have grown back now but that took a lot of energy and my own blood to heal and since I haven’t fed in a while I’m practically starving and suffering at the same time. I’m sure once I passed out to the point where nothing could stir me awake he put me in this room to drive me nuts until he was ready to give me to Myra as her personal slave since he’s allowed me to live only to serve her. Did I mention that already? I can’t recall since I’m too busy wallowing in my own pity party for getting myself into this mess. Oh well. And now I wait.
A few moments later, minutes if I’m not mistaken on a guess, I hear a noise. It’s not very loud but its’ clear and just loud enough for me to hear it. It sounds like a switch was flipped. Instantly the light from the ceiling comes on making my corneas feel like they’re on fire. Great, more pain. Just what I needed to add on to the stuff I’m already going through. At least this pain will go away soon.
After about a minute of having my eyes sealed shut in hopes of preventing the stinging sensation that threatened me I felt confident enough to open them. However, the sight that greets me is a strange one. I see Richard standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black pajama pants that have bright yellow bats on them like the batman symbol as he gave me the curious raised eyebrow look, as if I was the one wearing ridiculous clothes. To add to the strangeness his hair is styled differently. No longer was it black and spike styled but was literally silver and shiny while combed backwards. If I wasn’t mistaken it even had some sparkles of something that resembled glitter all over his mane. What’s even stranger about his sudden change of appearance is that he’s donned a single contact lens in his right eye that made the entire eye, with the exception of his pupil, appear white.
I couldn’t see any pigment in his iris. Somehow, I didn’t think Richard would be the type to dress like this. Judging by my prior encounter with him I pictured him as the type of guy to dress more like a business man with expensive suits. What he’s wearing right now tells me he’s either going through some sort of punk phase that he missed out on as a teenager with a lot of angst or he’s got issues. I wouldn’t put either option past him since he’s the prince of our kind and can do what he pleases and where he pleases. The tapping of his right foot, which I noticed had painted black nails to add to the strangeness, seemed to tap in an irritated fashion as he stared me down.
Lifting my eyes back to his I waited for him to speak. Was Myra home already? Had he come to check and see if I’d lost my mind for when he gives me to her? “So, are you ready?” he asked in a tone that was actually convincing if he cared on the subject. Hell, if I didn’t know who he was I might have believed him. Before I could answer him though that smile that I’d learned to dread made a reappearance on his face as he swiftly grabbed me by the arms and threw me up at the ceiling through the only opening to the room. The power he used to throw me up there was massive considering that I was in no way gentle on my landing. The door on the ceiling would explain my lack of finding a door though.
Having the ungraceful landing that I did after exiting the trap door I couldn’t help but feel as if my femur had been broken. The impact on my left leg had taken most of the blunt of my landing and that much force felt as if the biggest and strongest bone of my body just got split. The pain in my hurt leg managed to drown out the other pains of hunger, fatigue and non healing wounds. Saying I landed pretty hard was an understatement. I’m sure that even in my weakened state that a mere toss wouldn’t have broken my bones. If vampires were that easy to take down there wouldn’t be that many of us left. Once I gathered my wits about myself I found my eyes staring at my reflection into a set of black leather dress shoes. I think I looked worse than I felt.
The owner of said shoes may not have liked me looking into them because I saw as the owner of the boots came and kicked me right in the face. The force of the kick made me land on my back. Instantaneously my pain from the prior experiences came back in full force. Due to the kick being aimed perfectly at my head I was momentarily blinded and saw nothing but black which made me feel like I had never left that horrible room.
My hearing was not affected considering I heard Richard’s voice next. “I said I would get him. Did you really have to kick him in the face? I mean I know I would have done it for shits and giggles but you’ve got some personal anger issues with him.” Who the hell was he talking to?
Strangely enough, he didn’t seem to let the other guy speak for himself. “If I had trusted you to come and get him I wouldn’t put it past you to drain him dead dry before even making it down to the end of this hallway if you happened to decide you wanted a snack.” It sounded as if he was actually talking to himself. I repeat: who the hell was he talking to? I merely continued to listen in to the conversation as I simply lay there waiting for my vision to return.
“Must you always doubt my self control? Myra thinks I have plenty of it and she’s known me for several years already.”
I heard a grunt come from his mouth, as if protesting what he’d just said. “Exactly, she’s far too kind and definitely far too young to know you like I do. I’ve known you almost my whole life, not that I’ve had a choice in the matter.”
After a few more seconds my vision finally cleared but not only was I graced with the vision of looking at the strange looking Richard, but also a very normal (from what I’ve gathered to be his ‘normal’) and pissed off looking one. Either I was seeing double due to the multiple injuries or he had a twin that had a weird rocker fetish going on, or a wanna-be rock star issue. Each seemed to glare at each other with so much intensity I swear I could have cut it with a butter knife if I had one. Unfortunately their glares soon turned onto me. Apparently I had thought the wrong thing.
The silver haired one was the first one to speak to me. He was practically snarling in my direction with his white teeth literally showing as if he was going to bite me if I did something wrong. “Normally I’d take the twin thing and use it to screw with your mind since he and I in fact aren’t twins at all. However, your tendency to insult me by calling me a “wanna-be rock star” irritates me in the slightest of ways to the point where I want to slit your throat in more ways than you can count on your hands and toes. In fact, your rudeness astounds me and I can see why Richard hates you for other than wanting to steal Myra away from him. But anyway,” he turned back to the real Richard “I guess I’ll let you take him. I might just decide to decapitate him after that little insult. I was going to let it slide the first time but since he thought it up again I find myself wanting to kill him.” Surprisingly he took the time to smile at me before my fist suddenly got a mind of its own and punched me in the nose. It didn’t hurt so much since I was really low on strength and can’t hit hard at all at this point. I can only assume that he made me do it. “Insult me again and I WILL kill you the next time you decide to do so, whether Myra likes it or not. You’re just lucky this time because she doesn’t want you dead.” With that he walked away leaving me with the real Richard. As I gazed at the real one I couldn’t help but smile at the scowl on his face, which only intensified after my thought on finding his frustration amusing.
So quick that I couldn’t feel it coming my muscles instantly felt like they were on fire as some unseen force made me pull my body from the ground and forced me to start walking the dimly lit hallway. As much as I wanted to cry out from the pain the same force making me walk had also forced my cries to be silent. I can only assume that Richard is the one behind it all since the guy who happened to look like him did the same thing with making me punch myself. I briefly wondered where we were going.
Surprisingly my unasked question was given a reply. “To see Myra. She’s been home for a couple of hours watching Oliver sleep. It’s time to present you as my gift to her. You will treat her not only as your master but also a friend whenever she wishes you to be, because for some reason she really wishes that you’d treat her like how you used to when you were children. I warn you now though, upset her in any way or touch her without so much as it being without her consent I will gladly let my creator, whom you’ve just met, to kill you. The only reason I’m talking to you is because you are being warned to behave. No sexual actions towards her, don’t be rude because then she’ll be the one kicking your ass, and do everything she tells you to do. She’s already got another personal servant so if you meet up with Lilith by any chance make sure to ask her to fill you in on what she normally does to keep my wife happy.”
For the rest of the long walk he was silent like myself. We walked down many hallways that possessed on their walls gruesome paintings that could have only been drawn by someone with a sick, sadistic mind. The floor was covered in a blood red colored carpet to match the color of the walls. However, the further we walked on, taking many turns and even climbing some stairs that were roughly about 15 feet high, the brighter the light became enabling me to see better and take notice of the color of the floor and walls were starting to blend into a blackish color until both were pitch black. There were no pieces of furniture to make this place look like a home, if anything it felt like void because of how empty it appeared. ‘At least the carpet is soft,’ I thought to myself. I don’t remember when but sometime between Richard pounding on me and waking up in that dark room my shoes had gone missing.
Once we took a left turn after about maybe 10 minutes of walking I noticed a picture on the wall that was very different from the others. In this painting there was Myra. What surprised me was that the scene of the painting was unmistakably on her 18th birthday at the park because she had just gotten a VERY expensive looking diamond dragon pendant necklace that had an emerald gem as the eye. Olli was even putting it around her neck in the picture just has he had done in real life. Even the curious smile he had when he was putting it on her was planted on his face in this oil painting.
I would have asked Richard about the painting but he forcefully made my body move faster until we took one more turn on the right down another hallway and stopped in front of a blue double door that looked like it was made of oak and about 8 feet tall with a golden skinny handle instead of a door knob. As I was examining the craftsmanship of the doors I could practically hear the unmistakable sound of Olli snoring and almost wanted to cover my ears. I felt Richard release my body from his control without so much as a warning. Without being forced to walk or stand I practically fell ungracefully to the floor. Richard ignored me as he gently knocked on the door.
A minute went by without any response and as I began to stand I saw Richard lift his right eyebrow and put his left ear to the door. The raised eyebrow increased a fraction as he continued to listen for another minute before pulling away grunting “Myra, you and your music,” as he shook his head. Music? What music? All I heard was snoring!
Grasping the handle to the door he slowly opened it and walked inside, using his finger to indicate for me to follow. Not wanting to piss him off again I obliged and followed him inside the room and saw Myra listening to something with headphones while just watching Oliver sleep while singing softly to herself. I simply watched and waited for something to happen and just hope he wouldn’t rub it in my face that Myra was taken. I got the hint already. She would never want me.
[Myra’s P.O.V.]
“You’re from a whole nother world,
A different dimension.
You’ve opened my eyes
And I’m ready to go lead me into the light
Kiss me. Ki-ki-kiss me, infect me with your love, fill me with your poision,
Take me, ta-ta-take me, wanna be a victim, ready for abduction,
Boy, you’re an alien,
Your touch so foreign,
It’s supernatural,
Extraterrestrial….”
Katy Perry’s words blared in my ears from my MP3 player’s headphones as I watch my brother sleep. When we had returned home (the mansion I’ve called home for several years now) from visiting our mother Olli suddenly became tired and looked completely drained of energy to the point of even looking the shade of white chalk. He became worried at the sudden lack of energy and asked if this was normal for vampires. Considering his earlier burst of it I didn’t blame him for being worried, he was uneducated in this new life. So fixing his worries I told him that it was indeed normal for new vampires and because his body was still adjusting to its new condition of being alive but frozen in time/dead, considering having most of his organs no longer functioning. It was still adjusting to the “being dead” part.
I had to explain to him that about the only real organs our bodies need as vampires are the heart to pump the blood throughout our body while keeping the virus alive and the brain to keep us from basically being blood-thirsty vegetables. Have you ever seen a vampire that basically has no thought process whatsoever? All they can do is basically try and feed of anything that smells good enough to eat, and they don’t tend to last past the first night since being a vegetable includes no self preservation. That and they are filthy beyond bearable. They smell worse than a hobo who hasn’t bathed in a year because they don’t wash the blood off of their bodies.
I told him that the liver virtually becomes useless since its job in a human is to clean the blood of toxins. Being a vampire meant that once we consumed blood it went directly into our stomach to the blood vessels to keep us functioning. Being undead meant that toxins that would harm humans couldn’t affect vampires. We can’t even get drunk, unless we drink intoxicated blood but even that’s weak in our systems. The digestive tract is not really necessary unless we actually eat real food so it basically just sits there doing nothing and even just dies until it senses it’s time to be used once more. The bladder on the other hand is very active in my case because I do like to drink a lot of liquids with my blood. Our spleen is dead as well as the gallbladder. They literally have no use. The kidneys don’t work at all, even in my case with drinking many fluids. Even our glands that make humans smell and sweat horribly don’t work anymore no matter how hot it is. Once I’d spent a whole night in a steam room and had never shed a drop of sweat to stain my clothes. So overall, we’re technically already dead.
Instantly I ordered him to be so he wouldn’t pass out and rubbed his back to soothe him to sleep when he had finally lain down. That is, after he was done giving me shit for bossing him to bed like he was 8 years old again. After threatening that I was going to smack him in the back of the head if he didn’t do what was good for him he quickly ran back to the room he woke up in while rubbing his head as if I had literally done it already. Some things never change. Honestly, I never understood why the guys were afraid of me doing that to them. It’s not as if I could have killed them with such an action at the time. Considering I was the shortest of all of us it literally made no sense how I was going to successfully attack the back of their heads. If I had to guess the reason though I would assume its because I was the “mother hen” of our group and would remind them of our mothers.
Going back to the topic of my brother, luckily I was smart enough to remember that my twin snored like 2 pigs fighting and brought my MP3 player with me so I wouldn’t have to hear the monstrous noises. I may be a vampire and have all of Richard’s powers but none of them are useful when it comes to snoring. If anything the extra hearing only made the sound less bearable. I was not about to let my ears suffer such a fate. Then again, I wouldn’t want anybody to have to go through a night of that. Except anybody who decided to mess with me because I’m quite literally done taking people’s shit. Let the jerks of the world suffer the wrath of my twins snoring that not even the doctor could figure out why he does it the way he does.
The sound reminded me of the time when Olli and I were still young enough to share a room and he would never snore. However, he seemed to have developed the habit when were roughly 15 (I already had my own room at the time) and I could hear him from across the hall. I had to buy earplugs after that first week from how much sleep I lost. I recall spending an entire allowance worth of them just to last me a while. Being that they were green made me happy but several times I recall my parents “borrowing” them and never replacing them.
Watching my brother sleep in his pajamas which consisted of only a pair of purple shorts seemed like one of the most peaceful things in the world to me. It felt natural. I would say normal but my definition of normal has changed over the years. So natural it seemed like the best substitute for the word. Even listening to Katy Perry’s song E.T. while whispering the lyrics as I thought of my husband seemed to just feel as natural as watching my brother. Natural is a much better word than normal now that I think of it a little more.
Currently the song was on repeat because I can’t help but feel that the lyrics were so entwined into mine and Richard’s life that it described my emotions for him so accurately. Even after 20 years of living with the man and fewer years of marriage it still feels as if his loving touch is from another world, something that could possibly be explained as extraterrestrial really. Granted he is the only man I have ever slept with doesn’t give me an accurate opinion of that thought while making me a little bias but the love we have for each other seems almost unearthly. Even in movies it didn’t seem this good. Sure we’ve had our issues like any couple but other than that we’ve seemed to get in touch with each other to the point where he and I can physically feel each others emotions. As if our souls were linked to each other in a way neither of us can explain. Just these past 2 years seemed to have made that bond more tangible since the incident with his late and very beautiful, yet stupid I will add, assistant who had tried to bed him when was in Japan overseeing that his laws were being followed by another mob that resided there. It’s a mob that he doesn’t really concern himself with. Meanwhile I had taken a trip to New York to sightsee with Lilith. Even with that distance between us I had felt all his anger towards that woman and could literally taste the blood in his mouth the moment he bit her throat out to silence her forever.
Out of concern for the strange sensation I’d felt I called him up and asked if he was okay and if something was wrong. I think I’m as much worried about him as he is about me. Just because he has all his power doesn’t mean that he stays in his ‘sane’ state of mind all the time when someone pisses him off. I told him about the sudden severe rage I’d gotten out of nowhere and felt as if I was going to kill something because I could truly almost taste blood in my mouth as if it were really there. He calmly explained to me that what I was feeling was his emotions somehow, his rage and violence because someone besides me had dared to touch him and think they could take my place as his wife, his princess even. Unfortunately neither of us could explain how or why it happened but he concluded that somehow we were no emotionally bonded to each other so deeply that even though we were nowhere near each other we could feel the other’s emotions if there was s strong enough trigger for it.
A term I came up with is that maybe we were soul mates. Of course I had meant it to be just a thought and a silly excuse but he surprised me by readily agreeing with me and said it explained his theory. And just to prove his theory he managed to perform a simple test on the both of us by guessing emotions and lingering thoughts we were having without speaking over the phone. The flaw with his ability to read minds is that he can’t do it over the phone so this experiment was an actual success.
So in all honestly I know Richard is from earth (I’d be stupid to believe otherwise) and is in fact not an alien but that bond between us seems as if his spirit was from another dimension and could reach out and hold my soul with an intimacy that didn’t need physical touch. So I find Katy Perry’s words fitting us perfectly well. That, and I can’t get enough of the song right now. It’s one of my favorites.
Glancing down at Olli I can’t help but smile at him, even with the puddle of drool beginning to form from his mouth. We were together again. Even with our physical age difference as proof it felt as if we had never parted. I finally had the other half of my life back. Richard coming into my life may have drastically changed it, for the bad at first then eventually the good but try as hard as he might he couldn’t fill the hole he’d created inside me with gifts, love and even his loyalty. I don’t know what it is but for 20 years I’d felt like half a person without my twin as silly as it sounds. Having that empty feeling for the first time was almost pure agony. Mentally of course, physically I was fine but to be ripped away from the one person who knew me best and probably loved me even more than our own parents was heart wrenching. There were many times in my human life where it felt like our mom and dad didn’t even acknowledge I existed. One particular example was when I had tried to tell them that I had actually made it into Harvard College but they were only concerned that Olli hadn’t gotten into an Ivy league school. Obviously I didn’t bother going after realizing 2 things: a) I didn’t necessarily have the money to do so and b) I would literally be on my own if I even attempted to try and go. I wasn’t about to waste my time trying.
Sure I had planned to leave him and everyone else that very night I was abducted but the choice of being able to return if I had wanted to had disappeared along with my freedom. The stranger who’d taken everything away from me that eventually taught me that I could love him back because he loved me so much to begin with tried to his hardest to fill a hole that he couldn’t fill himself. He had always known deep down I couldn’t be fully happy but it didn’t stop him from trying to make me. He’d even gone as far as to offer for me to try and kill him to end my misery but I couldn’t do that to him. As much as I may have felt like doing so in the first few years I was here, stuck in this mansion, I didn’t have the guts to even try. In the end it was obviously a wise decision.
I remember when he first brought me here that the look on his face was purely sadness when I finally got around to talking but refused to talk to him. He wouldn’t show it when others were around, even Lilith, but he refused to hide himself from me when we were by ourselves. He’d willingly cry bloody tears in front of me and beg me to speak with him. Over and over he’d explain why it was me he took and not someone else and hope that somehow I would understand what he was trying to tell me. At the time I neither cared nor wanted to hear any of it. At least until I realized at one point I was hearing his thoughts and not his words half the time which really freaked me out. I literally thought I was going nuts! But that happened to be the turning point in our “relationship”. In the end, he managed to actually fill the hole by bringing back the happiness he’d originally taken away.
At this point I was so lost in my train of thought while just watching Olli drool a river of saliva that when I turned my head to stretch my neck I literally jumped off the red blanket covered bed and fell over because I didn’t notice that Richard and Doom were plainly just standing in the bedroom, watching me like I was some sort of interesting program on the T.V. They’d scared me so bad that I must have screamed from surprise because Olli bolted up instantly and fell off the bed on top of me, practically taking the air out of my lungs as he did so. Yanking my headphones off my ears I shoved my much taller twin off me. “It’d be nice if you didn’t crush me Oliver!” I ranted loudly while attempting to shove him off me. It wasn’t very hard considering I was much stronger than him being technically “older” in my death than he was in his.
Quickly sanding up faster than the blink of an eye I removed my black plastic headphones that would engulf my ears from my body, gently placing them on the bed. Not even taking a glance at my brother I reached my hand out and hoisted him up to stand then turned to face Richard and Doom fully. I quickly wondered who died that I must have cared about to bring these 2 in the same room without a bloodbath going on. I saw no blood stains on Richard to prove if there had been any recent violence between them. Looking into Richard’s eyes I opened my mind to him so he could read my non-vocalized thoughts. “Is there something going on here? Did someone I actually like die? The last time I saw the 2 of you near each other you almost killed him because of your bossy nature towards me in front of others. Please don’t tell me that my mother died.” He simply smiled before turning his head to Doom and glared at him. I really hoped he wasn’t going to kill Doom. As much as I didn’t like his actions towards me I would never want him dead. At one point he had been a nice kid to me before something weird and unknown happened to change that. One of these days I’m going to yank him by his long hair and demand an answer.
My attention was turned to Doom and as soon as my eyes landed on him I realized just how horrible he looked. I didn’t have to say so out loud because Olli beat me to it. “You look like shit Christoph. What the fuck happened to you?” He took the words right out of my mouth. I glanced at him for half a second, wondering if he’d read my mind and just spoke it.
“I…” he trailed off, his eyes glancing at Richard as if to ask for permission. The word had returned my attention back to him quickly. Had he been recruited into Richard’s mob? That wouldn’t be a very smart move on his behalf. If anything it’d make it easier for Richard to track him down if he decided to kill him. Richard gave a slight nod and a small smirk that I had almost missed. This might be interesting. “I got beat up for being a stubborn jackass.” At this point his eyes went from looking at my twin to looking directly at me. Did I just hear him right? “I’m sorry Myra. I never meant any harm to you, from the other night or the past. Believe me; I was honestly trying to defend you the other night because I couldn’t comprehend just how much you love your husband and how much he loves you. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was trying to boss you around or tell you what to do. Anyway, in return for my life your husband has graciously offered me the choice to live so long as I become your servant. I promise I’ll be the friend you need, if you want me to, the loyal body guard if needed, and the servant that will work very hard for you.”
Glancing back at Richard for a second I raised a curious eyebrow at him. This was better news that my mother dying. I don’t think I could handle that type of news this soon. “Trust me Myra. He’s pretty much doing this of his own free will. I’m not making him say anything other than nice things to you. You can honestly say you have your friend back,” he whispered in my head. With that my darling husband took an over theatrical bow in my direction before graciously walking out the door and closing it. I almost wanted to slap his but as he walked away but I resisted the urge. I’d do that later.
As I turned my head back to Doom I was not surprised to see Olli poking at Doom’s bruises to see if they were actually real. “Ouch! Stop that Olli or so help me I will somehow find the strength to sock you in the face! That hella hurt!” Christoph yelled as he barely smacked my twin’s hand away. The action alone seemed to take a lot out of him before he finally collapsed on the floor with his tattered and torn clothes. His breathing became so worn out that at one point he had actually stopped breathing all together judging by his lack of chest movement. For all I knew he was just simply passed out or holding his breath on purpose.
Slowly I walked over to him and saw that his eyes were closed and in a relaxed fashion. Carefully bending down so that I was kneeling next to him without the possibility of stepping on him I raised my right hand that had emerald green nail polish on them and slapped him one time across the face. It wasn’t a very hard slap; just enough to effectively wake his ass up and breathe again. If I was going to bruise him I wouldn’t know that I did since he had many bruises on his face already. Richard seemed to have had fun giving Doom this treatment. Luckily it worked like a charm because his torso instantly sat up and gasped for air like he’d been holding it for 1000 years. Gently taking his face in my hand I turned his head to look at me. Patches of black and blue littered his face like graffiti at a party. “Is this going to be an awkward attempt at fixing our friendship or are we both going to try our best to make this work out? Because I’m really not going to take your crap this time Doom. I’d really like to be your friend again though. I miss the friendship we used to have, before all that weird strange bullshit happened to turn you into a mean jerk.” An egotistical self centered jerk.
I waited patiently for him to answer me. I was honestly hoping that things weren’t going to be weird between us. I had a feeling Richard would kill him for something stupid like that. Richard has killed for less: prime example, someone didn’t bring him his #2 pencil 1 time; instead they brought him a #1 pencil. His blue eyes scanned my face, probably trying to see if I was really asking him simply for his friendship once more. Finally he gulped, making his adams apple move up and down, and said “I’d really like for us to try. Because I am honestly sorry Myra. I never meant to hurt you in the past.”
Well, shit happens I guess. It is time to start this friendship over with this guy. Don’t kid yourself, I’m still upset a bit but he’s got plenty of time to make it up to me. Plus, he’s my slave now and it’s not even my birthday. I plan to pull the ‘I’m your boss so do as I say bitch’ card out on him. That, and reading his mind to see he’s telling the truth doesn’t hurt his case. “Then it’s settled. We’ll start as if none of that crap ever happed and we can move forward. So, let’s get you something to eat so I can start bossing you around. Not only do you owe me 20 birthdays worth of servitude you also are actually my bitch to boss around according to both you and my husband,” I said with a smile. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he smiled a bit at that. “So let’s go.”
“As you wish,” he answered as Olli and I helped the poor guy up. He had to lean on Olli just to keep up with my fast pace towards the kitchen. “Myra, where are we going?” he asked in a worried tone as soon we walked out the door. I think he was afraid that I was going to start looking for my husband.
Seriously? Did he not hear me? “To get food stupid, I just said that! God, you men need to listen more often. No wonder you’re only good to humans in reproduction while you’re human.” It was time to pull out my humorous side. She’s been busy reading to many books in her private library to come out and play recently. “Especially you Olli, you never listen.”
“Hey! I listen to you!” Olli pipped up. Obviously he was feeling left out of our conversation. Nice, this means I get to mess with him. He’s 20 years late for me messing with his head.
“Your listening doesn’t count, you’re just my twin,” I edged on.
He became almost as hysterical as a teenage girl who’d just found out she couldn’t get the prom dress she wanted or a brand spanking new $400 cell phone. “What?! Yes I do! I do count!” He even stomped his foot for good measure. Even Doom’s quiet chuckles indicated he knew where I was going with this. I wasn’t always a nice girl to my brother. It’s one of the few things that actually surprise people who get to know me. Mind games were my favorite to use on him when he felt like he wasn’t being included into the fun. They’d teach him that he was never left out.
“I don’t hear you saying ‘1 2 3 4 5’,” I joked. “Maybe if you started counting from 1 to 1000 I might rethink that statement.”
I didn’t even look back as I heard Olli stop to think about that for a moment before he and Doom came running back up to my side with an upset look on his face. “That wasn’t funny!”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay then if that wasn’t funny let’s try this one. Why did Tigger stick his head in the toilet?” I questioned. Each one of them gave me a weird look on their face.
“To drink some water?” Olli asked.
“No. He was looking for Pooh.” Literally they were both bursting with laughter as we’d finally made it to the kitchen. They should have totally seen that 1 coming. The first time I heard that joke I was actually close to the answer.
When both of them sat down I headed straight for the fridge to retrieve some bagged blood I usually kept in there when I wasn’t in the mood for live food. Which was actually most of the time. I still don’t feel comfortable taking a life, no matter how horrible they are but I do it because there really is no comparison to fresh blood. It just tastes so much better when in a living being. Richard didn’t care for my choice in blood but he didn’t judge me, he knew I wasn’t always comfortable taking a life. That and I usually only drink fresh blood on special occasions, like letting Olli have his first real meal in fresh blood so he would actually know the difference and decide his preference. Also grabbing a package of uncooked steak I decided that the Doom could use it since he’s been under the impression he couldn’t eat anything other than blood.
Once all four of us had settled down with some bagged blood and a little bit of food in our stomachs we pretty much just talked about nothing and everything. Each of us asked our own questions and received answers. At one point though the topic of their jobs came into question. “Myra, do I actually have to quit my job as a museum guard? I really like that job considering it pays well. It gives me a reason to kick some dumb kids’ ass for messing with fine pieces of art.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, not at all. But you will need sun block on you at all times. And a personal driver/guard for a while. Until you’re strong enough to protect yourself against others, which may not be for about 3-4 more months since you’re still “fresh”, you’ll need someone there to keep an eye on you. What about you Doom, do you have a job you were hoping to keep? I won’t force you to give it up, even if Richard pretty much made you my bitch to do with as I please,” I said with a smile in his direction. I didn’t want them to end up like me, having boring hobbies that consist of reading, gardening, being the chess master against anybody I play. Scratch that, they’re not boring to me just to other people.
Taking a sip of blood from the glass he’d dumped it into he licked his lips and teeth before answering me. “Actually I was kind of in between jobs at the moment. Being the manager of a gym isn’t my idea of fun even though I got to have a free membership. That and the hours really bugged the shit out of me considering they always wanted me during the day. I assume being your ‘bitch’, as you so like calling me, can’t possibly be as boring as that. Just ask Olli, he’ll tell you how much I hated that job.” He gently set his glass down as he finished talking. Taking a moment to examine him I noticed that with the small amount of food and blood in his system he was beginning to look a lot better. Olli looked better as well after his nap and meal.
The unmistakable sound of Lilith’s heels clicking towards my direction brought all our attentions towards the door as she appeared in the hallway only seconds after Doom had finished talking. Her hair was combed back with a wet look, possibly some gel and hairspray being used to prevent her bangs from falling in her face. Today she wore a slick black business suit-like skirt that went from her waist to her knees as well as a pair of black tights and some high leather boots. Her top, however was more of a black corset that only covered from the sides of her breasts and front, leaving her back exposed by having only see through material to cover it so her tatto’s would not be covered. Her eyes were currently reading some sort of tan colored document with excitement as I noticed they held dark blue eye shadow on her eyelids with black eyeliner and mascara. Her lips were graced with some matching blue lipstick to finish off her sexy-professional look. She was just amazing at pulling off her outfits.
The sound of Olli dropping his fork brought her eyes up to the 3 of us, slightly widening as she finally realized I was not alone with just my brother as she would have been informed. “Myra, it is so wonderful to see you today. My, is the one with the green eyes your brother? He’s so…handsome,” she said surprised. Her thoughts that seemed to project themselves at me even seemed surprised with honesty. Normally I don’t actually know how she ‘feels’ with her thoughts but she must have been caught off guard. My brother is sexy after all, guessing by how many girlfriends he’s had in high school. “Other than that you two look nothing alike. I would have never guessed.” Quickly she handed me the papers she was reading and sat down next to Olli on his right while Doom remained on his left. “I say, you are definitely an attractive man. Are you sure that you’re twins though? You’re awfully tall while she isn’t. My name is Lilith by the way, I’m Myra’s personal servant but if you’re nice enough I might just do you some favors,” she flirted.
As they continued on with a conversation, eventually Doom joining them I read over the documents that she’d handed to me. They were from Richard and contained his plans on what he intended to do with captured werewolves until further notice. A smaller piece of paper was attached to the back page with his hand writing simply saying,
“We need to speak about your other friend Till darling. I made sure Lilith would give this note to you prior to my return so you would be able to state your case on the matter. I know that you’ve tried really hard to make sure not to let his ‘condition’ get to my attention but I’ve actually known what he was before our first meeting. I would like for you not to worry right now, considering he is still your friend and after all this time I have not ordered an attack on him. But we DO need to finally have a talk about him. There is no need for you to try and hide him from me. We’ll talk more later. See you soon Myra, Richard.”
I think I just about went into shock. That or I fainted because by the time I realized what was going on around me Lilith was fanning me with the documents while Olli attempted to pat my face to wake me up. Did I happen to mention I was lying on the floor? I can’t remember how I got there. “Are you okay Myra?” Lilith asked me in a worried tone. Bless the girl, she was always thinking of me. I just wish some of it wasn’t so hell bent from being forced to be my ‘personal servant’. Then again, for all I knew she may actually just be concerned because I am her friend.
“I’m fine. Just had some surprising news is all. Don’t worry I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Doom asked quietly. He stood a few feet away, his posture giving away that he wasn’t sure what he should be doing at the moment considering he too was just deemed my personal servant. Him and Lilith should have a talk about that.
“I’m positive,” I answered. I could only hope I looked fine on the outside. On the inside I was literally scared shitless for my friend Till. My efforts in trying to protect him haven’t worked at all. My husband had known who and what he was the whole time. It’s not that he lied to me, no, he’d never do that. It’s just that I pretty much wasted my time in trying ‘hide’ my friend. Metaphorically of course, it’d be impossible to hide someone that large in my opinion. I Just wish he would have told me sooner that his promise to not hurt my friends included someone from a species he was set out to destroy.
Truthfully I don’t think the 3 of them believed me when I told them I was fine but they let it slide. They knew I didn’t want to talk about it. Olli and Doom decided to give Lilith and I some private time as they went hunting for a room with a T.V. in it. When I sat down on a wooden stool that had been occupied by Olli earlier Lilith instantly sat down next to me in the one that Doom had occupied and started up a conversation about how long we’ve known each other and how we’ve never really gotten some girl time to ourselves. I somewhat listened to what she had to say for a while until she mentioned that we needed to go out on an all girls camping trip, just the 2 of us with no boys allowed. That caught my attention quickly. She’d never brought up anything before about us having some time to ourselves. Concerning my new freedom she decided that since I no longer needed someone at my side every second we weren’t at home going camping would be perfect. She even had a nice spot picked out for us from the pictures she was showing me. “Lilith, that actually sounds pretty nice. How come we haven’t done something like this before?”
“Because there would always be someone there to try and baby you and I know you don’t like being babied. That and we’ve never really had any girl time to ourselves, you know? We’ve known each other 20 years now and for once we can just go do something without your husband or any male for that matter telling us what we could and couldn’t do. Plus, it gives me a chance to use my outdoor sexy outfits I recently acquired if we see some human hikers. Please say you’ll at least think about it. Just you, me, and the great outdoors where all the while bears live.”
“Bears?” I asked hesitantly. The discovery channel instantly popped into my head during salmon seas. Those bears get really hungry a lot of the time.
This time she raised an eyebrow at me before a look of realization crossed her face. “Oh that’s right, you’ve never eaten wild animal blood. Bears are my favorite. They’re an acquired taste. But seriously, promise you’ll at least think about it. I would love for us to just be girls and have fun outdoors.” With that she quickly walked out in search of my brother from the thoughts she was thinking. She was definitely planning to get to know him better. For some odd reason I could see them getting together easily.
So overall; I got a friend back, my only female companion brought up a great idea for us to spend time together as friends instead of as boss’s wife and servant and my husband decided to tell me he knew about Till’s condition all in one day. Let’s not forget that I now have an old friend back who is basically my bitch. What on earth could go on next? Scratch that, don’t answer. I’ll find out later.
AN: Finished on 7/29/12 and don’t really like it. It’s mostly a filler chapter and has nothing really in it. The next few chapters should be interesting though.
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