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Emily's Pov, contd. I looked at Celeste with intense speculation, taking in every in of her determined face. I drew in a shaking breath, wondering how to phrase my answer. In the end however, I just blurted out my original response. "Eh, um, well...." I began, hating to plonk this on her already weight-bearing shoulders, "Er, no Celeste, no, um, I'm not a vampire." I concluded truthfully. There were no hidden lies buried in this statement, I was certaintly not a dark creature. The pained look on her crestfallen face proved to me she had been ****-sure of her crazy theory. Though in retrospect, it probably wasn't all that delirious, and I probably seemed crazy to Celeste anyway. Who could blame her I suppose? It was then I decided to show her the statue. It would explain things I now couldn't. And there was no going back when she saw that monument, (though she may have before, just not this way) for then I would begin my quest, to barely repay the debts I owed, and thought I could never repay. But there was no point waiting till tomorrow, or the day after that for that matter. We must go now. I dragged Celeste, who was now avidly questioning me one hundred miles an hour, downstairs and out the front door. No one noticed, but Celeste started getting agitated. I briefly explained that we were going to a place just a short way down the road, (another lie) and that she would find the answers that I couldn't give her, there. This shut her up, and she followed me meekly most of the way. "How do you know where this 'place' is?" she questioned, looking around her as we ventured into unknown land, (for her). "I've been around." I shrugged. I have been around, longer than you'd think, considering, considering... I don't like to talk about my death. After a few miles, Celeste was bored, thirsty, hungry, tired, and growing even more cantankerous by the minute. "Just a few more miles," I offered, but for Celeste this was no comfort, seen as she had no knowledge whatsoever, of miles, feet, or even inches, and also because of the fact she had those tiresome human limbs, that can't manage five miles, without needing a pitstop at least ten times. Eventually we got to the lighthouse on the rocky cove that existed quite a bit east to Celeste's house. But we hadn't come to see that, it had only been a landmark. No, what I had dragged Celeste five miles to see, was the small monument erected beside the lighthouse. Celeste wandered over, curious. The monument was made of black marble, from my original home county, Kilkenny. It was of an old looking captain, pointing out to an invisible boat out in the ocean, a young, intrigued looking girl set in stone by his side. The girl had pigtails, and wide eyes, and was looking admirably at the man supposedly her father, a teddy bear in her hands. Binky. I had known this however, because that young admiring girl, the one with the wide eyes, that had been me. Celeste ambled over, taking in every Inch of the statue, brows furrowed in deep thought. She almost tripped on the plaque at her feet, and read it aloud. "Erected in the memory of Captain John William Handley, and his daughter, Emily Mary Handley, who died in 'The Melissa' boat crash, in 1962, may they rest in peace." That brought tears to my eyes then, they had portrayed me as a seven year old when I had died, but I had been sixteen at the time, and would be forevermore. And I hadn't died in a boat crash. Nor had my father. Celeste was softly crying also. "Y-you're not a vampire," she began softly, "y-you're a ghost." "And I didn't die in a boat crash," I whispered back, "The boat went on fire." ******lol a twist there. Please post feedback! Ty
Celeste's Pov: Days trickled by like raindrops on a windowsill, when I finally realised Christmas was almost upon us. I had forgotten completely, as I had been occupied with other things, things that I didn't even understand. Things concerning Emily and a certain lighthouse she had dragged me to the day before, bringing me home to an audience of two screaming parents, and abandoning me there and then But it wasn't that that drove me over the edge, it was just that I was sick and tired of these mind games. And sick of her, and the little guessing games she was playing with me. It made no sense. She claimed she was a ghost, but she was visibly solid, and I had yet to see her walk through walls. She said she died on the boat that crashed off the coast of Cork, but claimed it had gone on fire, which it hadn't mentioned on any of the sites I had looked up. My conclusion was that Emily was quite frankly a liar. That's if, she was even called Emily, I just didn't know anymore. After having breakfast, and Emily's too, I dragged her protesting upstairs to my room, and shoved her on to the bed. It was my turn to be bossy. "Right," I barked, new-found determination materialising from nowhere, "I want answers, No, I deserve answers. I went along with your little mind games, playing along, acting dumb to it all, but now, now you have some explaining to do. And some lies to invent." I was angry, and I let that shine through in my voice. Emily could wither on the floor right now, crying for all she was worth, and I swear I would just laugh. But of course she did no such thing. She sighed, bored-looking. "Ok, but I can't tell you it all, not yet, but what I'm going to tell you is enough for now." I glared at her. As if I ******* cared right now. I wanted whatever she could give me. "I was born in 1946, in Dublin. My parents names were John William Handley, and Mary Brigid Handley. I had no siblings. After I died, when the boat went on fire, something happened. I, I left, um, part of me behind on that ship, and in the last seconds of my short life, I lost the will to live. My mother died when I was fourteen, and it was only my father and I. When his body went up in flames, so did my soul." she stopped for a moment, for dramatic effect, but I could tell she was leaving something out, "So that's the only reason?" I questioned her. "No, now shuddup and listen to my story." was all I got back. "Thats not the only reason," she glared at me, "There was someone else I loved, but in a different way. His name was Karo, and I suppose you could say he was my boyfriend. I was only 16 at the time, still am." she sighed, revealing another lie, but she wasn't finished yet. "I broke a promise to him I swore I would never break, and both of us would be alive had I not." "Is he, um, dead?" I interrupted Emily, intrigued against my will now. I was answered with another glare. "No, of course not. Was there a statue of him at the lighthouse? No, because he didnt die, stupid." I refrained from strangling her there and then, and let her continue with her dumb story. ****Nothing much happens here, sorry. What I had intended to post was way too long so going to split it up. Celeste will tell of it until this bit is finished. Cookie for first person to post feedback