#missingmileopen

[awakeblackwell]

After she finished her glass of blood Claudia sat and watched TV for a little while before turning it off and going back into the kitchen. She rinsed the glass in the sink and left it on a towel on the counter to dry. She dried her hands on a different towel and grabbed her keys before heading back through the living room and out the front door.

She locked the door and walked down the porch steps and to her car, a black '78 New Yorker. She climbed in and started it after putting in a pair of headphones and pressing play on her iPod. "Crawl" by Breaking Benjamin blared from the headphones as she pulled out of her driveway.

Her trip across town was uneventful, she had to make a small detour because of a house fire that forced the fire department to block off the road, but she arrived at the library without incident. She parked and got out, her music still blaring, and walked into the building. The library had gotten a shipment of new releases a few days earlier and Claudia got right to work with them. She chatted pleasantly with the librarian as the cut open the box. The librarian was fascinated by Claudia's past and their day usually consisted of conversations about famous author's Claudia had met and the like. Claudia didn't mind, human curiosity amused her sometimes.

[awakeblackwell]

Morning

Claudia opened her eyes and sat up in bed, glancing around her room. It was decorated like you would think a rebellious teenager would decorate her room: Dark grey walls, deep purple curtains over the windows, a couple of suspiciously realistic looking human skulls sitting on a bookcase against the wall, clothes scattered on the floor and the grey chair in front of the TV, and CDs in stacks around the laptop on the desk in the corner.

She climbed out of her bed, leaving it unmade and walked over to her closet. She picked out the first things her eyes fell on, black skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt, before walking into the bathroom. After her morning ritual of makeup, brushing her hair, and getting dressed, she left the bathroom, put on her Converse high tops, and started downstairs.

The rest of the house was in the same style as her bedroom, but with a more formal style, especially the artifacts sitting on tables or on shelves along the crimson painted hallway. In the kitchen, Claudia opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of blood bags, then took a glass from the cabinet, cut the bags open and dumped them into it. She took a long drink from the glass and walked into the living room. The red velvet curtains over the windows were open and bright morning sunlight was streaming into the room, warming the black leather furniture.

Claudia liked living alone, especially since everyone knew about vampires, so a seventeen year old living by herself was never questioned. Not that she ever had a problem with nosy neighbors before, but not having to glamour the little old lady across the street into believing she'd seen adults coming and going from the house was a welcome relief. Claudia smiled at the thought and sank onto the couch, flipping the TV on.

[julie-marx]

[evangelinebeaumont]

A walk, a walk.. all you need is some fresh air. [Lily repeated this to herself all the while her thoughts were occupied with something other than getting fresh air.]

[A sudden bump into someone or something, brought her out of her thoughts instantly. She gasped.] W-What?

[elliethatcher-blog]

Uncharted Territory || Ellie & OPEN

The trees were almost completely bare in this stretch of the woods. The wind rustled the orange leaves that covered the ground in sections, the twirling motion looking almost choreographed. Ellie took a long look at the stretch of bended birches in front of her and almost laughed at her urge to write poetry. She never really was much of a poet, herself but for some reason the desire had crept up on her. She was ready to venture into that uncharted territory, opening her notebook and slipping the pen from behind her right ear, until she heard footsteps. She turned around, but saw no one. "Hello?" she called, uncertain. She turned back to her notebook, convincing herself it was an animal. These were woods, after all. But soon again she was starved of oxygen filled with the sound of footsteps and the feeling that someone was watching her instead of air. She turned around again, but no one was there. She wrote hasty poetry to get her mind off of it.

"Please, please come with me and sit where the wild blossoms don't bloom no more

Every second matters. Or rather, is a piece of matter. Yet when gravity grabs for the space each occupies, his hand catches smoke.

Please, these blossoms are ghosts are gravity finally

you're unique."

[katerinaroy]

"My stove just had a meltdown. So did I."

[julie-marx]

the kids aren't alright ━ julie and -

The silence was palpable. 

-- And that was just how she liked it. 

It was in the silence where she could fully reflect upon her past in peace, wallow in self-pity like any other girl her age. The subject of choice that specific night had been, surprisingly enough, High School peers. Where were they now? What did they look like? Did they hate her as much as she did them? Curiosity had once again gotten the best of her and while standing with her back to the main roads, the girl scrolled hesitantly through the Facebook application on her phone. 

And right before the jealousy of her past acquaintances struck, an abrupt sound rang throughout her skull, causing her to jump and drop her phone on the ground. Like any other teenage girl, the vampire cared more about her electronic than she did the sound, and glanced down to observe it's state. 

Just her luck; a large lightning-shaped crack ran down the center of it's flickering screen.

"Alright," tone abrasive and sharp, Julie averted her gaze upwards. "Who do I kill?" 

[evangelinebeaumont]

I..

I feel sick.