Arbetsdag nr. 2!
Sound Of A Broken Heart - Part 1!
2014-10-24 | 
15:00:00 | 
Autumn. One of the seasons of the year that I loved the most. The leaves on the trees were colored on to a lovely orange color. From red to orange with a hint of green. The smell of autumn and its cold. The leaves are dancing around with the wind and takes them far away from their mother, who gave birth to them since last spring. If autumn still could have been left forever, but very soon it will become a white blanket of snow and autumn bright colors will be buried.
I took a deep breath as I looked out the window. The view I had was the major highway where the cars drove past every day. I live in a little village located south of the great capital Sundsvall. Which not too long time ago was voted Sweden's northern capital. I enjoyed this village. It was pleasant and always full of life and movement. Although the village does not feel so great, so had this village all. Health center, a gas station, grocery store, clothing stores, pharmacies, yes it had it all.
I turned around when a key is turned away at the front door and a click was heard. In through the door came Mary. Mary was a tall woman, around 35 years. She have brown short hair and was always dressed professionally. Khaki jacket and khaki trousers with matching black stylish heels. Maria is a relative of mine, or she is a relative of my brother, who passed away many years ago. He was 90 years before he was put to sleep peacefully at home. It was that night that I visited him before and let him see me for the first time in 87 years. Seeing him smile and then think that he was dead, made me still laugh at it. But, it was a long time ago my brother died.
He died almost 150 years ago.
I sat more to the right on the window sill when Mary came into the small apartment, with her face in the bag. When she looked up, she jumped when she saw me.
- "Maggie: You scared me!" She said, with her hand over her heart. - "And how did you get in?, I had the door locked, then you would not come back until a few weeks!" I smiled and tossed my red curly hair.
- "Change of plans. And I came in the door., You gave me a spare key, you must have forgotten!" I smiled and jumped down sitting in her skottish colored sofa. The couch was really comfortable.
She laughed and put down her brown purse on the kitchen chair.
- "Change of plans, as I said. I found neither Ray or Kit!" I said and started the TV and looked uninteresting on what they said on the news. It was always the same, war, robbery and murder. They never showed any good nowadays. - "I was going to surprise you and come a bit earlier, I think I succeeded!" I laughed and stretched me a little bit.
- "Well, probably surprised me always." She sat down next to me and leaned back in the couch.
- "Busy day?" I asked her. She nodded.
- "You could say that, I'm doing nothing more than running errands for people." Mary worked as an assistant at a law firm in Sundsvall. She had a sort of love-hate relationship to her job. Her boss was strict and always put Mary in the work and she was never a quiet moment or time to eat lunch.
- "Can I help you with something?" I asked her. She shook her head violently!
- "No, thanks, I will take care of this myself without supernatural help!" She said quickly, and opened her eyes.
I forgot to tell you. Although I looks like any innocent human being, then I'm not. I am one of the world's most dangerous predators that exist only in people's imagination, but I'm of the real thing. You should not believe everything that people write about. In all the fairy tales you read about us, we do not tolerate garlic, a stake through the heart will kill us and we burn up in the sun. Or the last-mentioned is true actually. It depends on how long we stay in the sun. We do not burn up, instead, we lose energy, and after a few hours, we can go to sleep and then slowly rotting away.
I move fast and incredible light-footed, I make no sound from me when I move. I highly adapted sense of smell and can smell everything. I'm like a bloodhound, but much more dangerous. I am a vampire and I was born over again for 237 years ago in England, Carlisle. I was only 17 years old and was born blind. The year was 1777, the same year my brother got married and the day of a mysterious man kidnapped me away from the wedding.
He transformed me, felt sorry for me that I was born blind, and he changed it. I looked at the world through new eyes. But a certain haziness remained in my eyes after the transformation. My eyes really should have had a red color, red for the blood of the people I ate. But instead they had an orange hue that made me quite unique in comparison to all others. I'm a bloodsucker, a creature that people in other countries call my kind of, the cold, my name is Margret Papillon and I'm a vampire.
Mary is a human relative of mine. She is the offspring of my brother. She and all the women after her, have been known about my existence. I call my self guardian and make sure that no one disturbs my family. Though, I had a person who interferes with my family and I did not like him at all. No matter how friendly he was.
- "Are you going to meet him today?" I asked her suddenly. She smiled as she looked at me.
- "Maggie, do not be jealous now!" She smiled.
- "I'm not jealous! Answer my question!" I muttered to her. Of course Mary already knew who he was. I could not resist a day to put me in their date and he told me who he really was. It surprised not Mary at all. She is well aware of our existence. Just that Walther, who she met, was not like me. He was the seventh son seventh son and was born into something quite different, which many believe is a myth and dizzy all human imagination. Walther was a werewolf.
- "Yes, he asked me out to dinner today at Tapas!" She replied to my question. - "And you have to let it go there now! Had Walther wanted to hurt me, do not you think he should have done it a long time ago?" She said and stood up. - "I'll take a shower., You may do as you please." Mary got up and went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
I threw myself down on the couch, buried my face in the pillow and screamed and wanted to rip the pillow in half. But I did not. I sat up instead and looked after on the bathroom door. A shower started. I turned around and looked out the window again. The sun went down behind the mountains in Nolby. I puffed out and disappeared quickly from the apartment. I needed to eat in order to calm my nerves.
I took a deep breath as I looked out the window. The view I had was the major highway where the cars drove past every day. I live in a little village located south of the great capital Sundsvall. Which not too long time ago was voted Sweden's northern capital. I enjoyed this village. It was pleasant and always full of life and movement. Although the village does not feel so great, so had this village all. Health center, a gas station, grocery store, clothing stores, pharmacies, yes it had it all.
I turned around when a key is turned away at the front door and a click was heard. In through the door came Mary. Mary was a tall woman, around 35 years. She have brown short hair and was always dressed professionally. Khaki jacket and khaki trousers with matching black stylish heels. Maria is a relative of mine, or she is a relative of my brother, who passed away many years ago. He was 90 years before he was put to sleep peacefully at home. It was that night that I visited him before and let him see me for the first time in 87 years. Seeing him smile and then think that he was dead, made me still laugh at it. But, it was a long time ago my brother died.
He died almost 150 years ago.
I sat more to the right on the window sill when Mary came into the small apartment, with her face in the bag. When she looked up, she jumped when she saw me.
- "Maggie: You scared me!" She said, with her hand over her heart. - "And how did you get in?, I had the door locked, then you would not come back until a few weeks!" I smiled and tossed my red curly hair.
- "Change of plans. And I came in the door., You gave me a spare key, you must have forgotten!" I smiled and jumped down sitting in her skottish colored sofa. The couch was really comfortable.
She laughed and put down her brown purse on the kitchen chair.
- "Change of plans, as I said. I found neither Ray or Kit!" I said and started the TV and looked uninteresting on what they said on the news. It was always the same, war, robbery and murder. They never showed any good nowadays. - "I was going to surprise you and come a bit earlier, I think I succeeded!" I laughed and stretched me a little bit.
- "Well, probably surprised me always." She sat down next to me and leaned back in the couch.
- "Busy day?" I asked her. She nodded.
- "You could say that, I'm doing nothing more than running errands for people." Mary worked as an assistant at a law firm in Sundsvall. She had a sort of love-hate relationship to her job. Her boss was strict and always put Mary in the work and she was never a quiet moment or time to eat lunch.
- "Can I help you with something?" I asked her. She shook her head violently!
- "No, thanks, I will take care of this myself without supernatural help!" She said quickly, and opened her eyes.
I forgot to tell you. Although I looks like any innocent human being, then I'm not. I am one of the world's most dangerous predators that exist only in people's imagination, but I'm of the real thing. You should not believe everything that people write about. In all the fairy tales you read about us, we do not tolerate garlic, a stake through the heart will kill us and we burn up in the sun. Or the last-mentioned is true actually. It depends on how long we stay in the sun. We do not burn up, instead, we lose energy, and after a few hours, we can go to sleep and then slowly rotting away.
I move fast and incredible light-footed, I make no sound from me when I move. I highly adapted sense of smell and can smell everything. I'm like a bloodhound, but much more dangerous. I am a vampire and I was born over again for 237 years ago in England, Carlisle. I was only 17 years old and was born blind. The year was 1777, the same year my brother got married and the day of a mysterious man kidnapped me away from the wedding.
He transformed me, felt sorry for me that I was born blind, and he changed it. I looked at the world through new eyes. But a certain haziness remained in my eyes after the transformation. My eyes really should have had a red color, red for the blood of the people I ate. But instead they had an orange hue that made me quite unique in comparison to all others. I'm a bloodsucker, a creature that people in other countries call my kind of, the cold, my name is Margret Papillon and I'm a vampire.
Mary is a human relative of mine. She is the offspring of my brother. She and all the women after her, have been known about my existence. I call my self guardian and make sure that no one disturbs my family. Though, I had a person who interferes with my family and I did not like him at all. No matter how friendly he was.
- "Are you going to meet him today?" I asked her suddenly. She smiled as she looked at me.
- "Maggie, do not be jealous now!" She smiled.
- "I'm not jealous! Answer my question!" I muttered to her. Of course Mary already knew who he was. I could not resist a day to put me in their date and he told me who he really was. It surprised not Mary at all. She is well aware of our existence. Just that Walther, who she met, was not like me. He was the seventh son seventh son and was born into something quite different, which many believe is a myth and dizzy all human imagination. Walther was a werewolf.
- "Yes, he asked me out to dinner today at Tapas!" She replied to my question. - "And you have to let it go there now! Had Walther wanted to hurt me, do not you think he should have done it a long time ago?" She said and stood up. - "I'll take a shower., You may do as you please." Mary got up and went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
I threw myself down on the couch, buried my face in the pillow and screamed and wanted to rip the pillow in half. But I did not. I sat up instead and looked after on the bathroom door. A shower started. I turned around and looked out the window again. The sun went down behind the mountains in Nolby. I puffed out and disappeared quickly from the apartment. I needed to eat in order to calm my nerves.
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