Love Restored

It has been super duper mega long since I've last uploaded a story! I was really busy with life and I just have writer's block for the past 2 years. So forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty! I was inspired right after an incident that happened to me (I would prefer not to get into it) and I was listening to Give me Love by Ed Sheeran, so technically my inspiration came full force when I was watching the music video.  I wanted to write about a character that yearns for love (just like the cupid in the ed sheeran's video) but at the same time, I wanted her to be someone on the dark side. I am still not sure of where the story will go, but I am hoping to develop them further! So thank you so much if you took the time to read them :) 

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My name is Amarie, at least that was my name 3000 years ago. 

My parents died just after I was born and my aunty Katarina was the one who raised me and cared for me throughout dire times. I still remembered the beautiful details of her face, she was one of the woman whom the men coveted, and fortunately I took after her features, although she told me both of us resembled her elder sister, my mum. Dirty blonde hair, long chin, plush lips, such an object of desire. Unfortunately she was slain brutally right before my eyes when the guards came for her. Pity. She was great company during my time as a human, I loved her even. 

Love.

Such an alien word that does not exist in my vocabulary. Love, a feeling of compassion, kindness and fondness towards a person, yet much deeper that all of those combined. Love, something that I have long forgotten and something that I will never have the chance to feel again. Ironically, love is the only thing that is keeping me alive.

"You will perish when all love is gone from this world, and before then you are cursed to the life of an immortal." 

 Yeah. Pretty much sums up why I am still alive and looking 17 even after 3000 years since my birth. So the big question now is that, why was I cursed in the first place? And for the same reason, because I fell in love with the wrong guy. I wished back in olden days it was as simple as the 21st century, or I wouldn't end up with an annoying curse over my head. Fall in love with the wrong guy, had a couple of arguments and broke it off as if nothing ever happened. 

No.

 Back in the olden days, when you fell in love with the wrong guy, and when the guy's father is a mighty God who can just cast an immortality curse on you with a flick of his finger, you really don't expect you can just break up with the poor dude and find a new beau (thousands of years of depression is not good for my immortality, I needed some humor to keep me sane, and it's 2014, I have a Facebook account.) Of course that sucker did not even warned me that his dad is the almighty Hades, God of the Underworld, I would have ran for the hills you know, maybe my aunt Katarina would still be alive. 

I do not like to reminiscence the past, it just reminds me of how stupid I was, blinded by love and all. (besides humor, I really do appreciate sarcasm). 

 As I was preoccupied elsewhere, a chalk came flying down and landed on the left side of my face, jolting me awake from my daydream. 

"Ms. Florentine, I happen to wonder if the crease on your forehead meant that you are thinking hardly to come up with a solution to the question?" Great, Mr. Delafleur loves to pick on me. Apparently black leather and goth makeup gets on his nerves, I am just trying to live up to my "Archangel of Doom" reputation, of course he doesn't know that. Annoyed, I gave him one of my perfected deathly stare. He is in luck that I do not need to feed anytime soon, it's not like he has much love to be sucked out of anyway. While I remained silent, the whole class turned to stare at me. 

Hating the attention, I flicked them off and strode out of the class, ignoring Delafleur's instruction that I do go to the principal's office that instant. You must be wondering, what is the point of me even attending high school where I should be more occupied creating crimes in every corner of the world. You see, the thing about this curse is that, I have to feed constantly but gradually, so being close to humans is a great way for me to feed, plus high school is the perfect feeding ground because teenagers are too naive to think about love and family, they are just concerned on what clothes should they wear for the next day, how to become popular and even how to date the hottest jock in town. Not much love to keep me sated, but at least there is something. I can't turn a person into a heartless criminal unless the person itself has a bad heart. If a person is kind, no matter how much love I sucked out from the person, their kind and pure soul would resist my curse and I'm off to find a new prey. So you can't really blame me for the wars and crimes because they are genuinely done by the bad people, I just accelerated the process of them becoming bad. 

What, it bound to happen sooner or later.

 So what happens if I don't feed? Well I tried starving myself back in the 1800's, but I just decided that the splitting and tearing in my heart wasn't worth the try. 

 Once again preoccupied with my thoughts, I accidentally bumped into a shoulder. 

 "Watch where you're going." I hissed menacingly, without even glancing up to see who it was. 

 "Are you even supposed to be wandering around the hall at this hour? Where's your student pass?" The male sounded.

Feeling irritated, I looked up and stared into a pair of blue eyes.

"Great! A prefect." I rolled my eyes. "Move" I pushed my way past him but he just wouldn't budge. I might have immortality, but I don't have super strength.  

"Listen up gothball, you don't take me seriously and I don't give a freaking damn, but if you violate the school rules, it is in my authority to report you, might even get you kicked out of school. So what do you think? Principal's office or back to wherever you came from?" 

I couldn't help but laugh at such absurdity. Who gives a f- "Gothball, seriously?" I led out a scoff. "What are you? 12? Too scared to even use the F-word?" I teased. Oddly unlike most people who will simply just call me a freak and walk off, he laughed with me. For a millisecond there, I swore I felt the first tingle in my heart in over 3000 years.

Right. Those tingles meant that I needed to feed. Just that. 

 Stunned, I became silent until his laughter fades off. 

"I wish I have more time to appreciate your sarcasm, unfortunately you have to get to class right this instance. Who's class you're having now?"

"Delafleur." He cringed at the mention of his name, apparently sharing the same distaste as I do. 

"Well.." he crossed his arms across his chest. "Well what?" I mimicked his movements but he was just as amused as I was. Human interactions are something I tried to avoid, humans are food, you don't interact with food. It is as if you are petting your pet rabbit before sending it off for slaughter, I just don't need the unnecessary attachment, although I was void of emotions for so damn long I'm not even sure if I still have them. Does loneliness counts as a type of emotion? 

"You're a tough one" he laughed and raised his hands in the air as if he was surrendering, "Alright, alright., I wish I could really bust you but I'm not actually a prefect. I'm Seth and it's a pleasure to meet you." he extended his hands but I did not extend mine. An awkward moment passes by and he dropped his hands. "Hmm... very welcoming of you. I'm Seth Walkins and I'm new in school, I'm actually very lost and very late for  Calculus with Delafleur, the one you are skipping class from I assume." he grinned and I couldn't stop staring. Knock it out!  My quietness does not seem to stop him from talking. "So, could you at least show me my way to the class?" 

Impatienty I rolled my eyes at him again. "Well Seth, you must be blind to not see the directions pasted all over the walls. " I grunted and left him without a word, yet I was half expecting him to chase up to me. Hold that thought! Why would i want him to chase up to me? Brushing off that stupid thought, I decided to skip school for the rest of the day. I could not risk exposure, I must remain inconspicuously as the silent freak everyone ignored, I am safe by lurking in the shadows, and that is why I must stay away from Seth Walkins.