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Every night, I Cry For Him (Under Construction)

It has always been said that it's the simple things in life that make you truly happy; it is those that are taken for granted. Soft pecks on the cheek every night before you go to bed. A nice hug or even a smile as you leave or arrive. These things come easy to some, and not at all to others; others who will grow without loving. Loving that could have made them what they should have been. Instead they grow to be ones who spread more hate and anger. Ones who wished they had the love of there guardians forget that they themselves have children who want their attention. And for those who are forgotten, may face the same fate. Those like Matthew Worthy.

He lived in a rough neighborhood where crime happens so often, it comes to of no surprise. Car and house alarms are a regular sound and gun-shots were the nightmare everybody had to face almost everyday. Why would any body want to live there? Some people have no choice. The police can only do so much but it was never enough. This street would forever be burdened with crime. Worst of all, screaming could be heard in the night, sometimes in the day. Not the screaming of somebody in pain, though sometimes it was. It was screaming of hate, coming from next door. I myself have heard them.

A loud voice of a woman that I recognized; partly because she had yelled often in the past, came thundering out of the open windows. "Ha! Like you'll ever go to college, you're a dumb ****. Where are you going to get the money? Get a job? Once you get a job, you can pay my rent. I'm sick of having to take care of you!"

The door of the little shabby house burst open as a boy gave into his intentions, which were to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Matthew had a certain look to him. He always seemed miserable or upset, probably because he was. His brown hair seemed to waver in and around his face as if it were dancing with the wind. His eyes were dull green, but they weren't always like that. I remember when he was little, when he didn't have so many fights with his parents, his eyes shone brilliantly. They were the kind a girl could get lost in. I often did, but he'd never catch me.

"Fine, I'm out of here anyways!" He yelled out then continue his angry walk until he reached the side curb. Sitting down, he lowered his head to his knees. Hot tears clung to his eyes. He hated them so much.

"I must be adopted," He muttered to himself, but little did he know that I had sat in my window and watched. I had often done, when I heard yelling, but I never allowed myself to be seen. Sometimes I even wonder what it would be like to be him. What I would do, where I would go.

But, those thoughts evaporated out of my head when the fight eventually would end and he would go back into his house. I sigh and wondered why until those thoughts rained down upon me. I knew he wouldn't want a girl spying on him, but I couldn't help it; I can't help how I feel, even if he didn't feel the same.

I left the window, as I saw him glance over at my house. I felt sorry for him. I had never experienced those types of fights. The ones where the parent had always made it clear they want you gone. My mom had always been kind to me and dad seemed to take that place after she had passed away.

~*~

The neighbourhood oddly seemed to grow silent after I pushed the ugly floral curtains across the kitchen windows. They were the barriers between our worlds. I wished so much for him to come past it with me and be happy.

Soft snores interupted my fantasy, reminding me of how tired I really was. Relieved to find myself already dressed for bed, made my way to my small room and laid down onto my mattress. I prayed for the street light just outside my window to die. The lights game me headaches and I swore to myself that I'd never want to go through that again. Just two nights before we ran out of Advil. Last night's headache was enough to force me out of bed.

I walked to the window and pulled over the thin material to one side, but just before the lights were completely blocked, I saw a glimpse of somebody walking down Matt's driveway. I looked more closely to see one extra car on the side of the road that I have never seen before. It was light blue with rust growing around the metal above the tires- at least that was what the street lamps lead me to believe. The windshield was cracked in many places; that was obvious with or without the lights. The paint was chipped and scratched everywhere. It wasn't anything the owner should be proud of.

The stranger entered the car and sped off. He didnt even slow down for the up-coming corner. With my interest growing, I opened the curtain further and looked for a more familiar figure. With some patience, I saw it emurge from the shed with a bag hung over his shoulder. Matt walked to his father's old car and started the engine. At least he tried. I watched, knowing that this was my chance. My curiousity now overwhelming me, I stripped from my pj's and raced around my room picking up clean clothes from the basket set by my bed. I wanted to know more about this stranger, and where Matt was going.

I heard Matt's car rev up and start. Only just zipping on my jeans, I sprinted down my stairs and pushed my bare feet into my shoes. Lights shone through the front window as the car backed up and turned around. I snuck out the door and went into my Dad's car. When I saw that Matt was just turning the corner, I started the car. Man I was going to be in so much trouble if he found out I took out the car at night.

I pressed my foot on the gas just as I saw his lights disappear around the corner. I slowed when I got to the turn and pushed my heard forward so I could see where they were going. It seemed they wanted to avoid streets. I watched them go down a dirt road that only mean they were in for trouble. Snake road. I slowed the car to a near stop off to the side of the paved street. There was only one way into that road, and it only led to one place. A place I had no desire to go tonight.

I felt my stomach clench with disturbance. What was Matt doing down there? Snake road, notorious for its winding curves and switchbacks, led down the side of a hill where it blended into somewhat of a clearing. In the middle there were sparks flying from a large fire. I've only ever been there once, and I never took interest to go again. It was the hot spot for parties after the airstrip was banned. But since school started again the place was deserted until friday and saterday nights. Tonight was Sunday. I knew I should have been in bed, but I was worried. Matt was prone to bad strangers. Plus, going to Snake road on a Sunday night definately was suspicious.

~*~

The night I was there, I had been hanging with some newer friends while mine were on a class trip to France. I never could figure the french language out, and took Spanish instead. The only downfall was that there was no trip. For three entire weeks I would not see them. I suppose the popular kids at my school knew this and tried to befriend me. Reluctantly I agreed; they have been trying for years to blend me into their crowd, but drinking and drugs werent really my scene. I didnt have my parent's car at the time so Tiff drove me to the spot with a promising grin. "You'll have lots of fun, I promise!"

They had parked their car near the bushes away from the clearing with there music blaring even when they were parked. There were two other small cars and one larger truck that I recognized immediately. Tiff's boyfriend's truck. I didn't even really know if they were dating. It seemed they only acted interested in eachother when school was out.

Already I was uncomfortable with the situation. Everybody that was anybody was there. "Bobby!" Tiff growled, as he reached his hand to her bottom. I definately did not believe the annoyance in her voice. I swore I saw the two of them sneak off with his truck just down the road off towards the ditch. Tiff was the only one I thought I could stand for more than an hour. She ditched me with her two friends; clones was more like it. Jacy and Tanis, the two biggest sluts in my school, were standing next to me now. I wasnt sure it I should feel honoured or embarrassed. In moments I found out bored and annoyed was more like it.

They talked about anything and everything for hours. Eyebrows, makeup, and boys. I listenend in, oddly fascinated yet disturbed at the same time, about how Tanis found herself in the bed of a guy 6 years older than herself. My respect for them, if I had any, deflated as I watched Jacy's excited face lighten as a squeal issued from both of their lips. Apparently the lead singer of bands that never made it were considered 'in' when it came to choice of men. Age didnt seem to bother them much either. I wondered how many times they have been willingly involved in innocent statutory rape. I wondered if they even heard of the term, or cared.

Slumped up against Tiff's car, I watched all the action without a sense of belonging, and without a sense of comfort.

Later on in the night, I watched as many people began to show up, some drunk before even arriving. I remember being offered drugs on multiple occasions. It didnt matter whether or not I had any place in my heart for Tanis and Jacy, even when they were unable to walk, happily accepting random guy's help off of the dirty floor, just too save their matching jean minis. I had to get out of there. So that night I walked home.

Tonight I would not return to that place. Especially without an invitation. What would he think of me following him around? I turned the car around and began my way back through the thick night air. I was almost there when I glanced up at my front window. The lights were on. "Oh no," I began. Slowly, I pulled into the driveway, fighting the panick. My dad was awaiting me in the living room. I could see his sillouhette sitting in the couch.

I was in so much trouble.

Eternity Unbound
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Chapter One:

The Yard

The owl, sitting peacefully in a tree, suddenly leaped from the branches and cast itself frantically into the starlit sky. The sound of trees ripping and swaying, and not just because of the wind, would have frightened any nearby creature. After the tree where the owl had been perched calmed, it was again disturbed as a small dark figure who tore through the forest in a hurry. It would be difficult to get anywhere in this forest, as its thick trunks make it so that anyone passing would have to squeeze their way through. But it was not so for the dark figure. It was fairly small and quick on its feet, though it was a wonder why anyone would be running around unprotected at this time of night.

Creatures both foul and horrid, wandered around, looking for, and often, catching prey. Goblins, for example, roamed about this forest seeking mischief. Though it wasn't just the Goblins that many feared when traveling; they usually stayed in mines, built deeply, and sometimes under mountains, most of their lives. There were far more dangerous creatures that one would not dare to run into. Vampires, werewolves, and some dark elves were among the kind that posed a real threat to one's life. Their urge to kill and destroy over powered any human like emotions they once had. They would show little mercy for those in their way. It was a wonder why the gods of this world called ---, would ever want such beings to exist among them. ((I have yet to think of a name.))

The threat of these creatures weren?t among the other, more important things that raced through its mind. Jumping and dodging across the ground, the figure had been more cautious of the inconvenient protuberances of the trees' roots and branches, rather than the danger that lay ahead of it. The whole forest floor had been covered in a thick layer of leaves and twigs, good for hiding any sort of trace or trap one may leave behind.

Picking up its pace, the figure leapt over a large stump in its path. A soft gasp rushed into the figure's mouth as the unsuspecting creature felt nothing supporting its feet. The ground fell beneath it, letting it fall endlessly, or so it seemed. Hitting the ground with a large thump, the figure looked around and winced as the pain surged throughout its body. Reaching up its shaking hand past its human like ears, the being pulled off the dark cloak hood that hid its unlikely face.

"Thought you could get away from me, did you?" Said a voice coming from a second cloaked figure that quickly took a place above where the first had fallen. Its cloak was a darker brown and a bit larger.

"You tricked me, Leobe," said a small voice, coming from inside the pit.

Leobe let a soft chuckle shake his shoulders as it bent down to help the fallen being, but as he did so, the moons light traveled the depths of the trees and past Leobe, shining its glorious light onto the first figure who was panting lightly.

"I am going to tell Mom!" She threatened after gladly taking his hand and heaving her feather-light body out of the dark hole. Now fully in the moon's light, the girl's features were more apparent. Her long dirty blonde hair fell to only to the back of her neck in a braid. Freckles scattered across her cheeks, and a little on her nose.

"Tell Mom what?" Leobe asked, challengingly. "That we took off in the night to play at the Yard? Oh what justice you will have." Leobe snorted, shaking his head, thinking about what they would do during the next hour.

The 'Yard' as most called it, was the grave of vampires that had been murdered by the slayers of their village. Children of the village had to read one of the grave stones, chosen by the club leader, to prove themselves worthy of their club. It was Leobe's little sister's turn now.

"Come on Sarah, we can't leave the others waiting long. Do you want in or not?" Leobe grumbled impatiently, peering around the forest for a moment and then back down at his little sister.

"Well who's the one who chased me into this pit in the first place?" Sarah retorted, angrily glaring at the cloaked boy. All Leobe did was grin.

"Alright, well let's go then. You have been assigned to Darr's grave stone. He is a vampire, staked because of the way he used to murder innocent little girls, such as you." Leobe teased, widening his eyes a little to frighten Sarah even more.

"Stop it you oaf!" Sarah spat as she trudged forward ahead of her brother. "I'm not backing down. Let?s just get it over and done with." She added with a forced voice as she glanced around the forest with fearful eyes. "I don?t like it in here. Its dangerous."

"Oh shush you, it's harmless. So far, we've only lost one member to a vampire. I think his name was Darr too!" Leobe gasped sarcastically, with a grin. Sarah threw her fist at his shoulder with much force and let a growl escape her throat.

"Shut up! I know you're just trying to scare me." Sarah said, almost yelling. Leobe chuckled at her reaction, rubbing his arm and shook his head as he sped up ahead of her to quicken their pace.

After only a few minutes of walking, the two village children came across an enormous tree that looked different from all the others. It rose up past all the other trees and had the thickest trunk. It was truly a magnificent tree, except that it had black scorches on its bark. "The tree must have survived a fire recently, that explains with the other trees are all much smaller and younger looking," Thought Sarah as she traced her fingers across the tree's bark and then looked up at her brother Leobe as he pulled off his cloak.

His hair was a dark brown hair, near black. He had no freckles, but even if he had, his eyes would attract anyone's attention onto them, instead. They were blue with a tinge of what looked like silver, like a whirlpool of mist, only someone had dropped a stone down the middle of each.

"I thought they would be here by now." Leobe said, looking around almost frustrated. "I told them to meet us at 2am! It's the festival of spring, all the parents are gone and it gives them free access out. What could be keeping them?"

Sarah shivered and hugged her cloak closely to her body. "Maybe...they got them." Sarah suggested and immediately Leobe shot her a foreboding glance that made Sarah feel as if she was sinking into the leaves.

"Sarah, don?t be stupid." he snarled.

"Stupid? Who's the stupid idiot who decided to have the members come to this place anyway?" Sarah said leaping out of her cloaks tight grip as her feet left the ground, just a little.

Leobe snatched up her arm quickly and gripped it tightly as he whispered harshly into her ear.

"Listen Sarah, if you want to be a part of this club, you might want to show the leaders of it some respect! You?re lucky that I convinced them to let you join in the first place." He said, letting his hand slip from her arm, leaving Sarah tearful.

"Ok, I'm sorry, I just thought there was a better way," she whimpered and fell silent for what seemed like hours. All through this dreadful wait, frightening sounds of the forest were getting to her. "So who are the leaders?" She asked, trying to push the paranoid thoughts out of her mind, but she only managed to push them back further where they could easily corrupt her again.

Leobe thought a moment, tapping his right temple. "I believe it is Tye and his girlfriend Brekke." He replied as he once again looked around. "Ok, well it?s been ten minutes and no Tye or Brekke. I think we should go without them." Leobe urged, desperate to get it over and done with.

"Are we allowed to do that?" Sarah asked cautiously.

"Sure we are, as long as you have a club member witness, then you're fine. Now let's get going to The Yard so you can read Darr's tomb."

Leobe gripped Sarah's quaking hand and pulled her lightly as they went. As they crept across the leafy forest floor, a soft mist, floating just barely above the ground, became visible past a group of trees. They were nearing and as they did so, Leobe felt that he had to tug Sarah a little harder to keep them moving. Sarah had begun to stare straight ahead of her in fear, rarely blinking or even breathing regularly.

Sarah's fingers trembled more and more as she neared The Yard. She had never been in it before, but she has heard many tales, some of them horrifying enough to give her night terrors.

The mist soon swirled freely around their feet, nearly reaching up to Sarah's knees. The air was cold and it had a damp feeling as it lightly caressed her face. The trees in this part of the forest seemed lifeless; there wasn?t a leaf in sight, only the ones on the floor beneath them, but even they seemed to crunch unlike before. Sarah rubbed some of the haze out of her vision and stared blankly to what lay ahead.

The tombs were all in a row, perfectly straight. Some had been cracked and even pushed over, but the ones that interested Sarah most of all, were the ones that stood tall. Sarah felt her legs move themselves to one of the tomb chambers. It was made purely out of concrete. Even the mischievous little gargoyles on each of the corners were made with it. The carving of them looked so detailed, Sarah feared that they would suddenly leap off of the chamber and go on about, living!

Sarah jumped a bit as Leobe brushed shoulders with her as he past. Taking one of his fingers, he pressed it lightly at the top of one particular grave much further away from the larger chambers.

"This would be Darr's tomb stone. Hurry up so we can go back home. It?s freezing out here," he said crossing his arms over his chest, shivering.

Sarah nodded and took her place in front of the tomb while Leobe backed quite a bit away, almost out of sight. Sarah was meant to do this alone. Glancing down at the tomb, Sarah spotted engravements of what seemed like handwriting, or some sort of design. Lowering herself down to its level, she lightly brushed away the dried leaves and twigs.

Sarah began to read. "To whom," she began, but stopped as she saw another figure scurry across her vision. "Oddly fast for a human," she thought to herself, assuming it had been either Tye or Brekke. Looking back at the tomb, Sarah began to read a bit more. "This tomb represents...? Just as she began, she felt the paranoia return to her. Quickly she whipped her head around, looking for Leobe. He was still there but he too was looking curiously at where the dark shadow like figure had ventured.

"Is it Tye?" Sarah shouted to Leobe, but all he did in return was shake his head.

"No" Both Brekke and Tye are shorter. I say we check it out," he added, making his way slowly beside his shaking sister and then toward where the shadow had cast itself.

"Check it out?" Sarah shook her head in protest. "No Leobe, I'm almost done this tomb, and then we can leave!" But all her efforts failed. Leobe pressed on, quickening his pace to a normal walk. Sarah searched the forest for an explanation, but decided to scurry along side her brother.

As they both neared cautiously, a great smell traveled into each of their noses. A look of grimace swept the both of their faces; the stench was almost enough to persuay them to turn back. When they had both cast their glances at what they had found, everything went silent, their stomach turned unpleasantly and their eyes never once blinked for a very long time. Sarah quickly pulled her hood over her eyes and leaned herself onto Leobe.

There before them were two small cloaks, almost completely hidden in the grass. Leobe bent down and pulled both of the hoods, confirming his thoughts he made just moments after seeing the bodies. Sarah quickly pressed her face into Leobe's shoulder, shivering with disgust and fright.

"Dead," Leobe muttered in disbelief as he had cast another regretful glance at the bodies. Their faces had been a silver-ish blue colour, their lips white. As Leobe took a closer look, he noted the two holes on each of the body's neck. "Vampires," he muttered and Sarah turned to see for herself. Tye and Brekke were dead.