Vechnostʹ [Eternity]
Simon Lewis/Lady Camille Belcourt Fanfiction
Vechnostʹ [Eternity #2]
A Simon Lewis/Lady Camille Belcourt Fanfiction
Settling in was not a problem, however the reality of it, was. Simon paced around his fairly large room with dark wood furniture and flooring. He was clearly surprised when he learned that Camille apparently already bought a middle class cabin house that you mostly find in snowy mountains, with furniture and a refrigerator filled with food that they would never need.
Simon, confused in so many levels, just made Camille leave him alone to do the unpacking. He was done in 5 minutes or so, based that he didn’t really needed his normal everyday clothes in climate such as in Norilsk. He could stand naked right in the middle of the snow storm and feel nothing, but the point of settling in, was knowing how to fit in. Camille went to her speech a while ago when they arrived, saying that this was the primary key of being a ‘normal’ vampire. Fitting in, laying low, and staying in control. He felt his eyes roll. He wasn’t much of a vampire yet, and ‘fitting in’ was no problem. He could talk about Star Wars all day and no one would assume that he is some vampire hiding from the world.
“Simon, I would like you to meet someone.” Camille’s eerie but warming voice boomed below. However, he would never get used to her Russian accent.
He made a low cough and shouted, “Coming!” First day settlers in Russia and he already has someone to meet? Odd.
“Yes, he’s american.” Camille said to whoever she was talking to. Simon was just walking down the stairs without changing his clothes from the day he left New York. “No, no. He may look 16 but he’s actually 20.” Camille laughed, so did a man. That made Simon stop half-way, good thing he was faraway to be seen standing on the stairs. “… That’s the story. Simon, come! Don’t stand in the stairs.” Camille dropped her accent, he felt stupid standing there and just ran to the last steps.
Vechnostʹ [Eternity #1]
A Simon Lewis/Lady Camille Belcourt Fanfiction
It has been exactly 1 month since he last saw New York, and the number was numbly climbing because he knew he wasn’t going back there anytime now or at all. The thought alone made him let out a loud sigh, which earned him a glare from Camille at his side. He froze for a second and regained his composure after but obviously Camille wasn’t going to let this one go.
“Simon, is there something bothering you?”
He gave a weak disagreeing shake of his head. It was her turn to sigh. He snapped his attention to her, glaring with something like a toned-down irritation. Camille returned the gesture with a sly smile and cooed, “Simon, love. You worry on something you needn’t worry about.”
“What do you mean?” His voice gave a pint of panic.
Another soothing sigh escaped from her perfect lips. Being obviously attracted to Camille only added agitation. He can’t help but think his attraction to her only meant he was fine with whatever was going on, with whatever he was leaving for his new life, with whatever he needed to forget. “You know what I mean.” She turned her attention to her floral skirt, dusting whatever non-existent. “There’s nothing for you to return to, Simon. Nothing. It’s just you and me from now on.”
The truth felt a scorching rock at his stomach but he wasn’t going to make her think he can’t handle leaving his old life. Leaving his family. Leaving Clary. Even Jace, Isabelle, Alec and so fort. He shrugged and ran his pale hands through his hair. “Don’t you think I know that?” He retorted.
“You know, but you won’t accept it.” Camille said in a calm voice. It irritated him most. But what else can he expect from a thousand year old vampire? He turned his gaze outside the window, he won’t talk to her until he needed to, he swore to himself. Just then her hands crawled from his arms to his shoulder, the gesture was too revolting for him that he had to spin around to face her. Bad idea, now his face was inch away from hers. His eyes scanned her flawless face until he reached her piercing green eyes. He forced himself to say anything to stop her from staring at him in that way. Swallowing he lamely answered, “I-I’ve accepted it.”
Her brow raised at him mockingly, “Prove it.”
Prove? The confusion on his face must have shown really well as Camille giggled. Her hand that was resting at his chest-only now he realized-was curling to a fist, nails digging on his plain black v-neck shirt. With nothing but a tug, he was centimeters away from her face. “Physical attraction is not a sin, Simon. Emotional attachments are, for our kind. So feel free to take advantage of me if it helps you forget certain girls.” Isabelle, Maia, and Clary ran through his head at that exact moment while Camille registered this from his reaction and smiled slyly. He tensed as he slowly realized what Camille just offered him. It left him speechless.
Fiction # 6
The cab pulled over on Elanor’s modern maisonette apartment. It was also inside a night life subdivision which people could tell only young people who can afford the rates live around. Elanor checked her watch as she stepped out of the cab, it was nearing to 2 PM. Most of the houses, small condo and apartment like hers has their lights on. It wasn’t new to her, and when the time goes around noon this subdivision was like a ghost town. Everyone was either sleeping or at work, some kids call it the vampire town. See the irony in that.
Greg had graciously paid for the cab but Elanor didn’t thank him. She just got out of the cab and walked to her door. The lights on the porch was lit, she fumbled for her keys first and found them at the right moment when Greg appeared beside her. She unlocked the door and as she flung the door open, the lights on her first floor lit up. This didn’t made her jump, but the man beside her did. She would have found this funny in a regular day but this wasn’t any regular day. She has a bruise to show it.
She hastily went inside not waiting at Greg to step in. She left him to the business of closing the door. He gave out a low whistle and when she turned to him, he was eyeing her home. Her apartment was state of the art. Modern and warm mahogany colors and wood filled it. Her apartment maybe 2 floors but it obviously only housed one person or a couple. In Elanor’s case, it was the obvious. She lived alone and paid for the bills alone.
“This is some awesome home.” Greg mused, Elanor could only roll her eyes. She remembered he doesn’t know her profession. Greg looked at her expectantly, waiting for an explanation. She shrugged and gave in, “I’m a architect and a interior designer. Go figure.” She waved her hand as if to dismiss the topic. “Are you going to be a doctor or what?” He only nodded and made his way to her kitchen.
“Where can I find your ice and some cloth or gauze.” He started, looking all professional and poised. She hated him for it, no matter it looked so sexy on him.
“Ice, on the fridge door.” Her refrigerator had a built in ice dispenser, all you had to do is press on some buttons and the container perched in the refrigerator door will be filled with ice cubes. “I’ll get my first aid kit on my room.” She turned on her heels and paced upstairs to her bedroom. She abruptly took her heels off and took her dress off along the way to the bathroom. Leaving it sprawled across the floor. She was on her under garments as she took her first aid kit on the a cabinet. She tossed it to her bed and dashed to her dressing room. She retrieved a loose shirt and mini shorts. She didn’t think about her guest seeing her like this. She was herself when she was at home, and a girl who loves shirts is that. Though Sarah knew, she thinks Elanor was living a double life. A flashy girl in the scene, a girl who looks like a nerd at home. It was the best of both world for Elanor. She went back to the bathroom only to take off her contact lens-which by the way doesn’t have any color, it only acted like a reading glass-and took her real black framed glass at the counter. When she finished she grabbed the kit and went back down stairs, which she saw Greg sitting on her couch with a container filled with ice cubes.
“Here’s the gauze and cloth.” She walked around him, his eyes went to her and the amusement was clearly there. “Well?” She didn’t want to question the way he looked at her. She sat on a lone chair. He moved swiftly, dipping some cloth on the ice and rolling the gauze out. A minute later he leaned forward to tape the ice cold cloth, and the gauze to keep it secured in her head. When he finished, he practiced moving the gauze but it didn’t gave way. Smiling he went back to sit.
“That bruise isn’t going to show. Promise.” His voice was lower than she remembered. But then he might be shouting over the noise in the club.
“Thanks.” She murmured as she kept her eyes staring at him. He saw it and returned the gaze as well, a little later, his lips was curling. Elanor decided to let him leave now. “Thanks for the help really and you can go on your way now. Don’t want the patients missing you.”
He shook his head. “I’m in vacation remember? Like my step-bro.” Vic, at the thought of him, Elanor wanted to shudder as well as punch Vic’s face hard.
“Okay…” Elanor said carefully. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t go home.”
He smiled at her knowingly. “But I have a patient right here.”
Elanor’s right brow raised, “A girl with a bruise. Really? And seeing you had already patched me up… Do I need to pay you or what, doctor?”
He laughed, his chest vibrating and it was as if she could feel it from where she was sitting. She shrugged and still looked at him, expecting him to stand and leave already. In case he remembered, he wasn’t like his step-brother. “No need, Ella.” He stood up, but Elanor could only notice how he spoke her name like a sigh. She just stared at him more. He pocketed his hands, “You know, I can’t leave with the way you are looking at me.” Elanor snapped at her daze and narrowed her eyes at him. He laughed and moved away from her. She realized she was holding her breath, she sighed slowly, letting oxygen back to her system.
When he got to the door, he turned back to her. “It was nice meeting you, Ella. Though the situation is a little more aggravating, it was still nice meeting you. … You look nice, by the way.” He then opened the door and was about to shut it close when Elanor found her voice and called to him. “It was the dress.” She lamely retorted but he turned around again, with a smile so warm. “I meant now.” He said it firmly, like it was a given fact. Then he closed the door. Elanor couldn’t see him now, even through her windows, because the curtain was down.
Her breathing had manage to turn to normal to only her heart was the one acting frantically. I meant now, he said. Her? In this outfit? In this glasses? He was really not like his step-brother. Most shockingly, she was thankful for that.
(To be continued)
When Romeo Starts Reading the Scripts #8
After applying for the drama club, that was all I, Vanessa, think about. I never joined the drama club before even back to my old town. But my friends knew I wanted to, maybe I was just unfortunate that I had a friend like Fiona to urge me to really do it. And I love her for it. For the first time in my life, I look forward something in school.
… Add a signature and maybe a big smile. That’s my journal entry for tonight. I yawned and was ready to sleep, or what actresses call it “beauty sleep”. Giggled a little, then soften my pillow. As soon as I rest my head. A dream
I was running on a familiar road. I looked like another person. But judging to what I am seeing, I think I’m sad, filled with anger.
“Forgive me.” Myself said. I was talking to a shadow in front of me. There was something else, but I can’t hear it. I was hearing something louder, from something big.
“What?!” I started to shout. “What!” Then something hit me.
Vanessa jumped, falling from her bed. A immediate aid was needed after.
A far hour later. Vanessa showed up in school with a bandage on her head and right ankle. People don’t know her but they are trying to see what happened. It would be embarrassing if they knew it was just because of a stupid dream.
“Wilson. What. Happened.” Fiona emerged from the usual school crowd. Vanessa’s Mom actually made her stay home but today was Wednesday, first day of Drama Club. She isn’t taking any chances.
“Oh nothing… A jar that was placed way high in our house had an idea to fall into my head and crack while at it.” I lied. No bother telling it’s from falling from her bed. Who gets injuries from that scenario anyway?! Fiona didn’t press any more questions after. While in Advance Chemistry class, I just couldn’t help it. I dozed off
“Forgive me.”
R-R-Ring! “Wilson, wake up! 5 minutes to Drama Class!” Fiona literally punched my left arm. I didn’t bother it so, she had every right. When we entered the Drama Club room, the people we’re already in their sits.
“Good afternoon.” A guy in glasses is leading the introductory speech. “We are the current elected officers in Drama Club. Welcome new members.” Applause. Then a girl took over, “Good afternoon, I am the Vice president of Drama Club. Unfortunately our President can’t come in today. So I am filling you all in.”
I wonder who is their president? Would be that person be snobby? Then I felt a nudge over my arm. “Shaun’s the president by the way.” Fiona whispered. How the hell she knew, I didn’t ask.
Weird. Excitement filled my mood. But he’s not even here today. Wait, why should I care anyway? The girl was obviously the snobby one, the way she speaks, the way she sway her hair. “.. and you’ve to fight for everything you do in here.”
“She scares me.” Fiona chomped on a hamburger, we went to the local fast food in the town after the so-called meeting “It’s not even a meeting. It’s a Veronica-Ego-Tistic-Meeting.” I looked at her to stop.
“You can’t make me. So it is true that every club is like in the movies.”
“Veronica, she has every reason to. She has been in 10 plays, and all of them I heard are pretty good.”
“Where did you heard? I bet from Veronica too. She’s a threat.”
“A threat?!” Shaun suddenly squeezed in our sit. He was having the same burgers.
“Please don’t tell her we said that” Fiona pleaded
“We?” I turned to Shaun “Whose mouth did you heard that from?”
“Don’t care. It’s true” Shaun shrug and much on his burgers
“So this is what the President do in his first meeting”
“You tell. You are so out of the club. By the way Vanessa, are you already practicing for the first project? Because I can’t take off my eyes from that bandage” He poked my head
“You don’t want to know” Fiona explained between French fries on her mouth
Shaun slid a toothpaste like tube beside Vanessa. “It takes off the scar, if there is one.” Vanessa took it “I don’t want my leading lady looking beat up already”
Even Shaun wasn’t looking at her, it was something. Fiona knew it was, she foolishly smiled at me and I kept a calm face. I am blowing inside.
(To be continued)
