Fanon:Of The Night - Chapter 11

“What is this?!” I shouted as I came storming down the stairwell, holding up Sinjon’s ring. Elvira sighed “Nisha, please listen-“

“No! You listen!” I cut her off. “I thought you were done hiding secrets when you told me who my so called ‘parents’ were. But now you’ve arrange for me to marry this guy I’ve only just met!” “Nisha I have told you your parents wanted you raised a certain way! That includes marrying a bloodline vampire whether you like it or not!” “Well I don’t and I’m not going to marry Sinjon!” “Why not?”

“Because I don’t love him!”

Elvira’s face almost glowed red. “You know what’s going to happen if your parents are not satisfied with the way you were raised but you’re still too selfish to consider anyone but yourself!”

“I’m selfish? You’ve taken my freedom, my life, my will and you dare call me selfish? You’ve never scarified unless something of yours is at stake.” I stomped my way back up the stairs and into my room. Almost without thinking about it, I grab a large carryon bag and began stuffing it with clothes and other necessities. I wasn’t really sure where I was going to go but I knew I wasn’t staying here. As I crouched down on my window seal, preparing to jump, I looked back. All the paintings I’d have to leave. It was like leaving a small piece of me behind. I shook my head to clear away the thoughts and leapt off the window seal. I ran at full vampire speed up the street into the city.

“Nisha?” Matilda said when she answered the door.

“May I come inside?” I asked. She nodded and opened the door a little wider for me to come in. After we settled down in the living area and Matilda offered me some water (which I obviously declined), she began questioning why I was here.

“Elvira and I had a fight, a big one.” I replied.

“So, you’ve had fights before, it can’t be that bad.”

I handed her the engagement ring. Matilda began to examine the ring with vast curiosity and awe.

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.

“It’s my engagement ring.” I grumbled.

“Please tell me you’re not fighting because Elvira purposed to you.” Matilda joked. Somehow in all this chaos not even Matilda could make me smile.

“Elvira arranged for me to marry this Sinjon Frank guy.” Matilda must have understood the seriousness of the situation because the air became so thick with tension you could cut through it with a knife.

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about it?” She offered.

“No. But can I stay here for a while? I don’t think I’m welcome at home anymore.”

“Of course.” She replied softly. She gathered me some extra blankets and a pillow and settled me up on the couch, though all I did was laid awake, worrying about fate’s next move would affect my life.