NO, SHE WENT THAT WAY ->

[v r e t hh]

Perception always differs, but reality remains the same. Perception is on the mind of the beholder and reality is beyond what we might think right now as a constant. Really, though, if you think about it, there is no such thing as reality. It's just a general term. Everyone has their own separate reality, in which things occur rationally and their opinions are always correct, and this is often based on experience and personal knowledge of how the world works around them. For example, one may have had a bad time at the zoo when they were little. Perhaps they got too close to the exotic bird cage, and got a nasty scare from a territorial squack! For the rest of their lives, that person may go on believing that all birds are evil. This, to them, is reality, as radical as it may seem. They're basing what they believe on experience, and how they understood it; frightening and upsetting. No matter what you tell this person, chances are you won't be able to change their mind. Another more realistic example would be the ongoing war between religion and science. No matter what side you stand on, you're standing there because you've had some experience with it. Maybe you grew up in a Catholic family, and you've just always learned the ways of God. That could heavily decide which side of the fence you lived on. Again, if you grew up with loose to no religious ties, that could send you to the other side. In the reality of the religious people, there is a God, while it's just the opposite for the others. Everyone has heard a vampire story at one point in their life. Whether you believed them or not, the majority of people's 'realities' is that vampires do not exist. They're just made up figures to scare the living daylights out of the gullible people of the world. This is because they haven't come in conscious contact with a vampire before. There is no fact to base it off of. However, in Freyr's reality, vampires are everywhere. What, you want a fact? Fine then. He is a vampire.

Ten million different sights, sounds, and smells hit him hard from all directions. Freyr didn't even have to open his eyes to see the cars on the interstate at least five miles away. There was no need to strain his ears to pick out the different footsteps of his family downstairs. The scent of living things came to him without effort. It was beginning to drive him insane. You'd think that there would be some way to stop all of this, or at least after nearly 400 years he'd have it under some kind of control, but no matter how hard he tried, everything was just... there. Maybe it was the vague lack of time that kept him stuck in that state of mind, heck, it took him centuries to age half a day. No one was willing to lend him a hand with all this mess... At least, he didn't think so. Freyr had never been one to ask for help -- he'd always found some way to do whatever needed doing on his own. Besides, his family probably wouldn't understand. He was the youngest (about 100 years younger than his seemingly 6-year-old sister, when he himself looked to be about 16) out of the five vampires in his family, and they'd just take him as too weak to handle anything at all. That's the way it had been before... Four hundred years ago, a fifteen-year-old boy leaning on his parents for support. They were about ready to kick him out into the dirtiest of Sweden's streets when the others found him. Of course he put on a show of courage, of ability -- what sensible person hasn't dreamed of living forever?

Letting out a sigh that sounded a bit like a slowly deflating balloon, Freyr rolled over in his bed for the six thousandth, two hundred and fourteenth time that night, which was slowly sneaking up on three a.m. Part of him knew it was time to feed, otherwise he'd be starving and semi-dangerous for the rest of the day, but the other part was screaming at him to just lay there. Light footsteps echoed up the stairs, though to Frey they were actually quite heavy, and he could instantly single out his older 'brother' Nicolas from the rest of the family. It wasn't long before they had finished their ascent and come down the hallway, lingering outside Frey's doorway for a millisecond before the door slammed open, making the whole house shake.
"Watch it, Nic!" Father called from somewhere downstairs. Nic snorted, almost inaudibly.
"Good morning, Chuy," he older brother said with a hint of sarcasm, making his way over to sit at the foot of his bed. Frey's white room played as a contrasting background for Nic's figure, tall, broad-shouldered, and almost completely black. "Are you planning on leaving your room today, or am I going to have to bring you something back?"
"I don't want anything," Freyr responded dryly. Honestly, his throat was burning for something to drink, but there was no way he was going to let Nicolas make the kill for him. He always found some way to maim whatever poor animal was unlucky enough to fall under his grip, and when Nic brought it home, the rest of the family would force him to bury it and go find something else, this time without ripping half of it's intestines out. "Go away." Nic looked a little taken aback.
"Huh. I stick my neck out for you, and you treat me like that?" Frey narrowed his eyes. If there was one thing he hated more than anything else in the world, it was vampire humor.
"Stick your neck out. Ha ha, very funny."

Then, sometime around five in the morning, THIS happened! -wooshy effects-

Sometimes Freyr really wished that cliche about vampires turning into bats was the truth. Walking didn't take that much effort, but still, flying as always a cool way to go. He could jump pretty far and climb trees like nobody's business, but he really hadn't been in town long enough to fake a birthday and get his driver's permit. Even then, if they wanted to keep their cover, one of his family members would have to ride around with him until he could apply for a license. He was pretty much stuck walking or biking anywhere for now, and even worse, he had to keep it at a human speed. After the first three or four years into being a vampire, Frey had completely lost any sense of speed at all, and he just began to move faster than everything else. Strange, almost laughable, considering time seemed to move so much slower than before. Sighing and cursing under his breath, Frey trudged forward through the snow, burying his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt out of habit. The cold here was nothing compared to winters where he had lived in Sweden. Pausing to think, really nothing compared to that. There were times when he wished he had given up being a vampire and just died four hundred years ago. If he was desperate enough to stick an ancient sword through his ribs, then he should have just taken the consequences, instead of taking Nic's offer to be changed. Then maybe he wouldn't have gotten Jay pulled into all of this. Wincing ever so slightly, he stopped in her front yard, staring up at the window of her room. Without another thought, he had pretty much flown through the air and landed silently on the windowsill, opened it without a sound, and stepped inside. The dark was much more comfortable inside, and waves of heat pulsed off Jay's body with every breath she took. This alone was enough to stick Freyr in the spot, rendering him motionless, with the exception of the few shallow breaths he took every now and then. She deserved much better than this.

Still, he hadn't exactly told her, had he? She just... Figured it out on her own. Frey didn't want to lie to her, so instead of denying the fact that he was a vampire, he had just sat in silence. Jay had seemed to take it in calmly, instead of most people, who would have freaked out on the spot and tried to drive a stake through his heart. It was her desicion to believe it or not, seeing he had tried to leave it as an open ended discussion, so maybe she didn't trust that idea fully. Anyway, if she believe it, there would be the matter of his family's interference. Being a vampire was supposed to be a well-guarded secret; you kept things as normal as possible. That's why Frey would always have to be waiting for his driver's license again and again whenever they moved, why Nic was always job-hunting, and why his parents were always taking extended 'vacations' to foreign countries. Evangeline, the girl who appeared to be six but was actually his older sister, was lucky. She never had to do much, seeing as she was still a child wherever they went, but there was no doubt in Freyr's mind that she had a few problems coping with the 'unintelligent' six-year-old's who she came in contact with.

[v r e t hh]

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Freyr Asbjorn Sveinsson ;
He stopped biting me, after I started biting back.




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I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips.
My heart is dead and so are you.