The fanfic novel FORBIDDEN LOVE that I have been working on since mid 2024, isn’t going with the initial plan I had for their story.
The title was made for the initial story I had in mind, but when I took a break from it after writing 2 or 3 chapters, the entire plot changed.
I thought of ending it in 21 chapters, but suddenly new plot lines came to my mind, I wanted to explain why they can time travel, I wanted to explain why they can walk around in broad daylight, I wanted to explain the loopholes left by the cybird without any explanations. And then there came the idea of anatomy, quite different from usual theories, entirely build on my idea simply to explain the why the ikemen vampires stand out from the usual vampires.
That idea remastered my entire plot and wanted to incorporate the gothic idea into this, cuz why not, we are playing with vampires already.
Working with anatomy thought me alot of things about humans as well as how to manipulate the storyline, I hope will explain why vampires need human blood to survive.
That sole reason helped me develop vampire hierarchy and divide them into different classes, not the way humans divide themselves with how one is rich and poor, but this hierarchy is based on their biological system.
The world I have build so far won't be split by gender, but will be based on their biological system.
I asked while we made our way back to the familiar streets, but this time I mentally took note of each and every point without fail and later I will write them down on my notepad when I get the time.
“You will find out soon enough”
The conversion we had earlier didn’t go lightly on my mind, something about the way he asked me that question pulled a chord inside me and it did put me in a difficult position, like what is he really asking from me with that? What does he mean by that? Should I wait or not? Will there be any change if I wait for him? And why does he want me to wait? Well, I am looking way too closely into things at this point and maybe I should step myself back a bit.
“Why don’t we make a deal?” I asked, glancing at him
“A deal? Where did that come from?” his tone was laced with mirth as he raised one of his eyebrows.
“Since I am accompanying you with whatever business you have, you have to do the same for me as well”
“Like helping you navigate through the streets with the random addresses you carry?”
“Exactly!” I like it when he already knows what I am about to say, good quality I suppose.
“So you do know how to smile.” he asks with the familiar smirk on his face.
“Hmm?” I glanced at him not realising there was a small smile plastered on my lips.
Is my smile creepy?, because he is staring at my face for awfully long time.
I hesitantly looked away from him, but watched him from the corner of my eyes.
“The smile suits you, but it doesn’t reach anywhere near the soft purr from earlier”
I instantly punched his arm, as soon as the statement left his lips.
“Quit comparing me to a cat!”
Him comparing me to a cat is something I don’t hate, but I don’t enjoy it either.
“Quite the strength you have there, So should we continue with the deal of yours?”
He says while rubbing his arm where I punched him pretending to be hurt, to which I rolled my eyes.
“At present, I am assigned to take measurements of 30 customers, so I suppose we can cover that many within the week”
I asked him, taking out the notepad, and looking through the addresses of the said customers, “five customers per day? Will that work?”
“Fine by me.” He says glancing at the addresses, “We should navigate through the ones which are almost close to each other, it would be easier to finish the job”
He gently took the notepad from my hand and flipped through the pages. He nods while running his finger over the addresses before taking out a pencil from his inventory, I meant his overcoat.
The pencil traces across the page as he circles specific addresses before looking back at me.
“Here today’s checkpoints, these five addresses are close to one another.”
I nod, taking the notepad from his hands.
“So, what are we doing first? Should we start with my business or yours?”
“We will go with you first, cuz my destination is a bit far from here, shall we then?”
“Sure, lead the way, my compass.”
“Compass? really?” he chuckles at the nickname I just gave him as we made our way towards the first checkpoint.
“That was quick and twenty five more to go.” I spoke while striking off the fifth address that we visited a few minutes ago.
We had our lunch from the same cafe before we went to the fourth and fifth addresses, and had to walk back and forth, but I compromised on that part because the food was delicious.
I had a thick vegetable soup with omelet and bread along with a glass of water. He limited his lunch with a cup of hot chocolate saying this food isn’t fit for him which makes me confused like, the first day when I was taken to comte’s mansion, they all ate human food, so does the food from the cafe make any difference, who knows… and also haven’t seen him consuming blood in this entire journey.
“Someone just found their way back to the world of thoughts I presume?”
I glance at him, holding the pencil between my lips as he carefully takes the pencil from me.
“I was just calculating some things.”
“Really? But I must say you are terrible at lying.”
He taps the bottom of the pencil against my head before handing it to me as we walk towards his destination, where now I have to help him with whatever business he has.
“So, we are doing repair work again?”
“Kind of like that, yet not like that” he takes out a pack of cigars from his inventory and lights them.
If I am right this is the fourth cigar on my watch and a pack consists of 20 cigars, does he use a packet a day? Because it is almost empty. Wonder where he gets this from…
“How many do you take in a day?” I asked, gesturing towards the cigar in his hand.
“It depends on the day” he answers before taking a puff. “Somedays I consume a packet, somedays half a packet.”
“That would be too much for a human lungs, but not for you.”
I might be lying If I said I am not intrigued by the difference between a human and vampire anatomy.
“Have you ever had a taste of these?” he asks plainly, but I can sense the curiosity in the question.
“I don’t like smoke, nor the people who smoke.”
He chuckles at my response, shaking his head.
“Quite direct are we?”
“Touché” I gently winked at him.
“Learned a new word as well, that’s a surprise.”
“Well, I don’t know what that mean, but liked the tone of it”
I shrug my shoulders.
“I heard that while we were having lunch at the cafe. It sounds a bit like ‘touch’, so I figured, it couldn’t be a curse”
He nods, taking another puff from the cigar as I explain how I got that word.
“It means ‘you got me there’ so your guess is right.”
A/N : I was listening to this while writing the last few parts, I do wish you listen to this song.
Am I circling around again? I am pretty sure we haven’t crossed any lanes.
I thought for a moment, palming my face as I racked my brain, trying to remember which turns I had taken, but my memory was frustratingly blank.
With a heavy sigh I glanced at the tree which stood beside me.
The moment he was surrounded by the crowd I walked straight away from him and took a turn towards the right and marked the tree at the end of the lane as a starting point and to my fortune I have been seeing the same tree for half an hour.
Let me think again, I was at the bookstore when he picked me, we walked straight, took a few turns and if I remember clearly we even passed by an alleyway which was on my left side.
There was a violinist, who was playing near the alleyway, sitting under the shade of the tree even after knowing all these details I am still circling around the same place.
I looked around the unfamiliar place again, with all the details in hand I forgot one major factor to keep in mind.
The streets have similar maple trees all around the place!! God! Why am I stupid in these critical situations!!
So it is not the same tree, but some other tree, now I don’t know how far I came and where to go as well. Maybe I should turn away and return to where Leonardo is, but I don’t want to give up as well…
With a sigh I decided to give this journey to find my way to the library one more chance.
Even under this situation I allowed myself the luxury of resting on the bench beneath the tree, not out of tiredness, but in hopes of finding a solution to this riddle.
I opened my bag and took out the notepad, pages filled with precise measurements waiting to be transformed into elegant gowns, and now it is about to act as my map.
I flipped a few pages and tried to understand how I navigated the locations so far.
I have always fixed Elizabeth's mansion as the starting point, from there I knew my way towards the atelier. Now, atelier is my second point. On the day when I met Leonardo I was around 40ish feet away from the atelier and from there we made our way towards that woman’s house and that route is a mess, lots of crossing, lots of turns and I don’t want to know where she lives as well.
When I walked out of her estate, I walked aimlessly because I was pissed at that moment, and when he joined me he redirected me towards the direction of the library, so there is no familiar point to mark here.
Wait, then how did I navigate the library this morning? How did I know this is where I was going? My mind just coordinated on its own? What just happened?!!
Think, you stupid, think for once!!
How long are you going to be like this?
You don’t even know if you will return back to your timeline and even if there is a chance for you to return to your timeline will you return?
No.
If you are damn sure of that thing, shouldn't you be aware of your surroundings, at the very least you should be able to coordinate your locations and don’t be a toddler, who is in desperate need for someone to help you on your way back.
How long are you going to depend on someone?
It’s been a month and still don’t know the local language, still don’t know how to find your way back, still don’t know nothing about directions, still don’t know what you are doing with your life, still don’t know how pathetic your life is getting, you have lost your potential, if you did this mistake back in your timeline you clearly know-
“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP, OKAY”
I screamed out, trying to silence the voices inside my head, but ended up drawing weird looks from the people passing by.
I lowered my head to my palms, resting my elbow on my knees, trying to calm down as I took deep breaths.
How long am I going to be like this, how long will I be depending on someone when I decide to not to go back when I get the chance. Back in my timeline I was good at navigating places, I was good at memorising the pathway, I was good at finding my way back whenever I got lost without someone’s help. But here, I am helpless and need someone to help me with such mundane tasks. Will I be dependent for the rest of my life here? No, no, no I don’t even want to think about that scenario.
I should pay more attention to the route I am following, I should prepare my own physical map and on top of all that, I should learn this language bit by bit.
I know you guys are getting frustrated, so am I. You know I was good in all these, but I am at my weakest now…
“Wild cat lost her way again? This is the reason why I have to carry you around”
I lifted my head to see him staring down at me, with his hands folded against his chest. His facial expression did show amusement, but the usual smirk was absent.
“Done with your work already?” I glanced away from him, knowing the vulnerability is etched on my face.
“I had to leave it there, because my cat suddenly decided to use her instincts.”
“I just came here to get some fresh air, because of the crowd.”
“And left me there to suffocate?” he walked closer towards the bench where I was resting, “Can I?”
I nodded my head, as he took the seat, but kept the distance between us.
“You should have informed me about needing this fresh air.”
“Well, I did call your name, but it was lost among the crowd so I decided to take my leave.”
I spoke as I remembered the scene from the library where he asked me to inform him before I leave the place. Maybe that’s why I felt bad when I didn’t inform him, right?
“Then you should have waited for me there.” he asked, focusing his gaze on the busy street.
Waited? But he never asked me to wait for him before he was swallowed by the crowd.
“You never told me to wait for you.”
“So, you won’t wait for someone until you are asked to?”
“I don’t know? Should I?” I glanced towards him while he still faced away from me.
Is he upset over this trivial thing or am I imagining it?If he was upset then he should have told me to wait.
The longer he took to respond, the heavier the silence felt, the tenser the situation became. Unspoken words seem to whisper through the silence as a gentle shiver slowly glides down my spine, though I couldn’t comprehend why.
His soft sigh lifted some of the heaviness as he slowly looked at me.
I don't understand myself at some point with creating a character.
Sometimes I want to build, simple plain character, but ends up creating layered ones.
Like I want people to see the outer layer and slowly understand the way they are.
Even while writing the chapters I want my readers to understand my oc in a way I disclose her, even in small things that we ignore will have a deeper meaning than we intend to give.
I am not a professional in these things,but I love my characters to have a depth, an ideology that they believe in not for the plot, but what uniquely their's. I don't like to mold a character for the plot, but the plot should dent for the character.
I had this brief sketch for my story, but as I added more characters, the plot is slowly changing it's way towards the ending and I can feel the way my oc is taking me, as if she is making me write her story, she is making me divert my perspective, the fixed story line to something she want and I love the way things are going so far.
I can say it has become her story, even though I am the creator, she has become the writer, director and I love that part.
I guess this is something a writer feels, cuz this a new skill I unlocked, something new to me.
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
Look who just blessed my day, when I suddenly started to research about his interests...
The fangiesssssss...AHHH!!!.... BITE ME you stupid... bite the f*ck out of me without mercy, I don’t care! I never cared in the first place!! Ahhh!!! I am going feral!!! If he don't, imma kick that a*s out of the window!!! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING STUPID POLYMATH HELL A MAN!!!
I don't know, this man just does unholy things to my mind and I can't write it down HERE!!, CUZ IT'S FREAKY AS HECK and I am not in my right mind.
I love the way I make myself suffer by doing research on random things and I hate to study Architecture (Leonardo has good knowledge in that and I have to write him, I can make up with rest of what goes inside his polymathic brain, but Architecture?! Nah, baby nah I am really bad at it), cuz it confuses my already complex structure inside my skull 💀.
Was lowkey sad about ikevamp not being included in the lineup this year so have me coping... highkey inspired only by cybird liking my comment on their IG LMFAO
Mama I miss you,,,, I hate doing costume design so much but I love u so ill do this,,, Mistuki belongs to Cybird^^
In southern side the weather is having mood swings; one moment there is sun and then there is rain and the sun again. Even though it's raining it is still hot at times.
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