The Tale Of Nicolas and Elani, chapter 1
Letter to Nicholas (Prologue)
Do you remember, Nicki?
Do you remember the night I was turned?
I remember it well. In fact, I probably remember it better than you do. Then again, maybe I don't. You always took notice of everything to do with me, didn't you Nicki? You found me that night. You didn't run. You didn't even scream when you saw the damage they caused.
I know this because I was there, my love; watching us from high above my own body. I saw the way you gently checked my wrist and my neck for a pulse, and the way you picked me up and carried me like a child back to our home. My spirit followed you carrying my body and to this day I cannot tell you exactly why I didn't immediately re-enter myself. Maybe I enjoyed watching you lay me tenderly on our bed. Maybe I relished the way you didn't flinch when you saw the piercing on my neck, the way you simply kissed my forehead and promised me everything would be alright, that you would never abandon me. I believed you, Nicki, and I think that is why I chose that moment to allow my spirit to re-enter my body.
I should stop there now, because it isn't you I want to tell our story to. No. I'm going to tell our story to the world. How we met, our devotion to one another, our struggle against the evil ones and how they were the reason that I came to lose you. I want to put shame on those who took you from me. I need to be with you again.
You didn't abandon me the night that I was turned into a vampire, Nicki. I'm not going to abandon you now.
Chapter One
I am Elani. I was born to my loving parents on the 3rd of April, 1987. We lived just outside of London, England and I had a wonderful childhood - there were no major accidents, losses, money problems or separations. I went through school, got unusually good grades and superb qualifications, but none of that really mattered to me. I didn't want an office job. I wanted to do different things from day to day, and I always had an interest in the occult and the paranormal. I enjoyed writing and being creative, although truthfully I have trouble drawing stick figures. My family wanted me, being their only child, to always strive to be the best especially so they had something to brag about to their friends. Silly, isn't it? They wanted me to stand out, but not in the way that I wanted to and certainly not in the way that I do now. I sound terrible. I'm making my parents out to be awful when really I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful mother or father. Anyway, that doesn't matter now. I shouldn't be focusing on me. I want to tell you about me and Nicholas. Yes, us.
That's what we always were - us. Nicholas and I began seeing each other when we were just 14 years old and straight away people disapproved. They said we were too young to be in love and that at our age we should be 'playing the field'. What did they know? We came as a pair from the beginning, Nicki and I, and each of us loathed going anywhere without the other. I never even had a female best friend for the simple reason that when I began getting close with another girl they would always become annoyed that I put Nicholas first. It didn't matter though - Nicholas was my best friend. If I wanted to go shopping Nicki would gladly go with me and wander around shops aimlessly for hours upon hours. I wasn't completely unsociable though - I did have a small group of close female friends. We had a few sleepovers and we talked about the things that I knew would make poor Nicki uncomfortable - dieting, hormones and the like. They were no match for Nicki though. I simply just preferred being around him. During our time in high school, Nicholas and I separated a number of times, but each time lasted no longer than one day. Neither of us could bear to be without the other, although both of us did get many other admirers throughout high school. You see, Nicholas is quite good looking. You may think that I am biased but I know I am not. He is of medium height and he has dusty blonde unkempt hair, which makes him all the more loveable. His skin is the colour of ivory and his eyes are beautiful. Oh, I could go on and on about his eyes. They are an astoundingly light, yet bright blue and the way that he looked into my eyes with his own could make me unsteady. He is perfect. Together we were perfect.
Nicki and I finished high school together and began studying at the same sixth form. Our joint love for music and the arts ensured we always had plenty of things to converse about and we never had a dull moment, even after I was turned, but I needn't mention that yet. We planned to get married as soon as the both of us turned 19 years old; our devotion to each other was without bounds. Nicholas meant everything to me. I put nothing before him and he put nothing before me - we were so much in love.
We rented a flat and moved in together in April of 2005, when the both of us were 18 years old. Imagine being able to see the one thing that makes you ecstatically happy day in and day out - that's what living with my Nicki was like. I worked some evenings after my lectures at school, and on the rare occasion that Nicholas wasn't also working (he worked at a local book shop which the both of us loved - the employee discount was fabulous for avid readers like ourselves) he would have a meal waiting for me when I returned home. Even when I was caught up at my job as a sales assistant until as late as 8pm he would always wait for me and we would dine together. After our meal we would talk together about our day and sometimes we ended up talking until the early hours of the morning. Obviously after knowing each other for such a long period of time, Nicholas and I understood nearly everything about each other but we never grew bored of one another - of course we had our arguments (what couple doesn't?), and being young and still students money was obviously tight but our families, after realizing our happiness together, eventually began supporting us, financially and otherwise.
With the blessing of our families we even began planning our wedding, to be held in June of 2006, which would be the month of our 5 year anniversary.
Doesn't it sound like a fairytale? Doesn't it sound too good to be true? I didn't think so. I though that me and my dear Nicki would be together forever and I'm damned sure that he though so too. We would still be together if it wasn't for my carelessness during the dark, dreary, autumn month of September in 2005.
Do you remember, Nicki?
Do you remember the night I was turned?
I remember it well. In fact, I probably remember it better than you do. Then again, maybe I don't. You always took notice of everything to do with me, didn't you Nicki? You found me that night. You didn't run. You didn't even scream when you saw the damage they caused.
I know this because I was there, my love; watching us from high above my own body. I saw the way you gently checked my wrist and my neck for a pulse, and the way you picked me up and carried me like a child back to our home. My spirit followed you carrying my body and to this day I cannot tell you exactly why I didn't immediately re-enter myself. Maybe I enjoyed watching you lay me tenderly on our bed. Maybe I relished the way you didn't flinch when you saw the piercing on my neck, the way you simply kissed my forehead and promised me everything would be alright, that you would never abandon me. I believed you, Nicki, and I think that is why I chose that moment to allow my spirit to re-enter my body.
I should stop there now, because it isn't you I want to tell our story to. No. I'm going to tell our story to the world. How we met, our devotion to one another, our struggle against the evil ones and how they were the reason that I came to lose you. I want to put shame on those who took you from me. I need to be with you again.
You didn't abandon me the night that I was turned into a vampire, Nicki. I'm not going to abandon you now.
Chapter One
I am Elani. I was born to my loving parents on the 3rd of April, 1987. We lived just outside of London, England and I had a wonderful childhood - there were no major accidents, losses, money problems or separations. I went through school, got unusually good grades and superb qualifications, but none of that really mattered to me. I didn't want an office job. I wanted to do different things from day to day, and I always had an interest in the occult and the paranormal. I enjoyed writing and being creative, although truthfully I have trouble drawing stick figures. My family wanted me, being their only child, to always strive to be the best especially so they had something to brag about to their friends. Silly, isn't it? They wanted me to stand out, but not in the way that I wanted to and certainly not in the way that I do now. I sound terrible. I'm making my parents out to be awful when really I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful mother or father. Anyway, that doesn't matter now. I shouldn't be focusing on me. I want to tell you about me and Nicholas. Yes, us.
That's what we always were - us. Nicholas and I began seeing each other when we were just 14 years old and straight away people disapproved. They said we were too young to be in love and that at our age we should be 'playing the field'. What did they know? We came as a pair from the beginning, Nicki and I, and each of us loathed going anywhere without the other. I never even had a female best friend for the simple reason that when I began getting close with another girl they would always become annoyed that I put Nicholas first. It didn't matter though - Nicholas was my best friend. If I wanted to go shopping Nicki would gladly go with me and wander around shops aimlessly for hours upon hours. I wasn't completely unsociable though - I did have a small group of close female friends. We had a few sleepovers and we talked about the things that I knew would make poor Nicki uncomfortable - dieting, hormones and the like. They were no match for Nicki though. I simply just preferred being around him. During our time in high school, Nicholas and I separated a number of times, but each time lasted no longer than one day. Neither of us could bear to be without the other, although both of us did get many other admirers throughout high school. You see, Nicholas is quite good looking. You may think that I am biased but I know I am not. He is of medium height and he has dusty blonde unkempt hair, which makes him all the more loveable. His skin is the colour of ivory and his eyes are beautiful. Oh, I could go on and on about his eyes. They are an astoundingly light, yet bright blue and the way that he looked into my eyes with his own could make me unsteady. He is perfect. Together we were perfect.
Nicki and I finished high school together and began studying at the same sixth form. Our joint love for music and the arts ensured we always had plenty of things to converse about and we never had a dull moment, even after I was turned, but I needn't mention that yet. We planned to get married as soon as the both of us turned 19 years old; our devotion to each other was without bounds. Nicholas meant everything to me. I put nothing before him and he put nothing before me - we were so much in love.
We rented a flat and moved in together in April of 2005, when the both of us were 18 years old. Imagine being able to see the one thing that makes you ecstatically happy day in and day out - that's what living with my Nicki was like. I worked some evenings after my lectures at school, and on the rare occasion that Nicholas wasn't also working (he worked at a local book shop which the both of us loved - the employee discount was fabulous for avid readers like ourselves) he would have a meal waiting for me when I returned home. Even when I was caught up at my job as a sales assistant until as late as 8pm he would always wait for me and we would dine together. After our meal we would talk together about our day and sometimes we ended up talking until the early hours of the morning. Obviously after knowing each other for such a long period of time, Nicholas and I understood nearly everything about each other but we never grew bored of one another - of course we had our arguments (what couple doesn't?), and being young and still students money was obviously tight but our families, after realizing our happiness together, eventually began supporting us, financially and otherwise.
With the blessing of our families we even began planning our wedding, to be held in June of 2006, which would be the month of our 5 year anniversary.
Doesn't it sound like a fairytale? Doesn't it sound too good to be true? I didn't think so. I though that me and my dear Nicki would be together forever and I'm damned sure that he though so too. We would still be together if it wasn't for my carelessness during the dark, dreary, autumn month of September in 2005.
