Wallow in the Dark [Open]

[Caitlyn Isabelle O'Shea]

I clenched my jaw as the wolf's blood poured out and the scent washed over to me. I looked at the blood and then back at the boy.

"Why'd you kill it? No other vampire--or were, or human, for that matter--would have stopped it for someone like me. I'm an outsider. No one cares what happens to me."

Was all he said. I ground my teeth together as I thought about if I should tell him or not. I thought he might already know, but his words proved me wrong. I looked at him and said,"Don't you see? I thought you would have figured it out by now." I shook my head and continued,"Where? Where are you from?" I hoped this was what he meant by "outsider." I was an outsider too. I had been faking my Brittish accent for a while. The truth was that I was from Phoenix. Phoenix, Arizona. I soon got a little bit of an accent, but I could still sound like my old Arizona girl self.

I watched him, hoping that he would figure it out and I wouldn't have to tell him because he might go off on me again. I wouldn't know why, he just would... maybe...

[cujo]

I sighed; at least she hadn't sneered and said she wished she'd've let the stupid wolf get me. I hoped telling her where I was from would get rid of her... I felt like being alone. But after a few moments of quiet contemplation, I decided I didn't really want to be alone. I'd been forced into seclusion; I missed my friend, Anthony; he was the only friend I'd ever had, and I'd never been alone when I was with him. I was almost eager for company, even if it was only a few more minutes...

"Place called Madisonville, jus' outside-a New Orleans in Louisiana," I said, making it obvious that I had a southern accent. My maker had said my accent sounded stupid; he'd forced me to drop it, which was no easy task for me. Anthony could drop his accent like he hadn't been raised with it. I couldn't; it was second nature to me. Automatic. Like breathing used to be.

"Why do ya care?" I asked her, shaking my head slightly. No one but Anthony had ever cared for me in my entire life; not even my mother.

Well, my father--my real father--might have. I hadn't been told anything about him; his name, his age, what happened to him... It had never been mentioned. Ever. It had never bugged me before I'd become a vampire; but I wanted to know now. I wanted to know the jerk that left, or died, and condemned me to life with my horrible step-father.

[Caitlyn Isabelle O'Shea]

I rolled my eyes at the obvious accent that he was making. It annoyed me like it did most people, but I could get around it because I had been southern. I had lived in the south, but I hadn't talked like that. It just sounded stupid. "Why do I care? Because I'm an outsider too." I said, a slight smile creeping onto my lips,"I'm from Phoenix, Arizona." I didn't know why I was smiling, but I was. I guess it was the mention of my home state. I always loved thinking about it. About the hot sun, the brown dirt, the oddly shaped houses... compared to these I mean. It was all so incredible.

I watched him.... intently. (you could say) I was wondering what his reaction would be to me after I told him that. To find out that you aren't the only "Outsider" here. To find out that you were wrong all along. That there are actually more people from the United States then you think. All of this could make a big reaction, or he would just be his little emo self and do nothing. That was usually how those kinds of people were, but right now I didn't care, I just wanted to see a reaction.

((Sorry for the wait))