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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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 Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:06 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce was cooking for Bryce and the family, but she was clever. Half-vampire, eh? She took a slice of the meat and took it out early. Not too early, only about ten minutes less. But when she passed it around, that was Bryce's. After all, it was a woman's job to make a guest feel welcome, and Bryce needed to have the best Christmas dinner ever, or her job wouldn't be done.
As she was cooking, her mother chat idly with Bryce and her siblings played and her father read. After a while though, Mrs. Heffer put her cup down.
"Do permit me to ask you, Bryce..." She said, wondering if it would be proper to ask or not. Not for old-fashioned sakes, but it was personal. After all, Mrs. Heffer wasn't magical, just a Victorian Muggle with no idea how it happened.
"I believe I speak for myself and my husband when we ask how did you get Joyce to...well, open up? I never knew her to have a single friend for seven years." She said. She wasn't speaking quietly, after all, Joyce was in the kitchen and the stove was certainly loud enough to cover up Mrs. Heffer's question.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you. 
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:37 pm
 í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.  Bryce felt completely cornered by her question. If it wasn't obvious, a red flush was being brought to his face, due to the embarrassment behind the whole situation. He had tried to control Joyce, and that was how he got her to open up. Was there a way to word that which made it seem less... cynical? He doubted it greatly. But, what did he do? He spoke to her, and pushed her buttons, and he had serious conversations with her. They stared at the stars and ate together, spoke in the library, and all of those things. They bonded. But why? It was as if now Bryce was trying to find a reason that was non-existant. He couldn't believe that there was no other reason why the two of them seemed to migrate towards each other eventually, and this was starting to scare him. "Well..."
Bryce had to think for a moment. He had to think about what attracted him to humans in the first place. Well, that would be blood, and that wasn't an answer he could give to Mrs. Heffer. Things just seemed so complicated. He was attracted to her presence because she was lonely, and he didn't feel forced to hide himself around her. Bryce felt less lonely, and he felt challenged too. It wasn't that Bryce didn't like her company not, but at first, he only saw her as someone to mess with, proving how heartless he really was. He got that from his father, and he had never really hurt someone with his mindful and crafty abilities until that day, and that was the most humiliating day of his life. He hated himself, and he hated his father for the horrible things he taught him. He was starting to see that his father really wasn't as great as Bryce idolized him to be. But, he kept coming back to Joyce, and how he was just so drawn into her in the first place. Even from the very beginning when he layed eyes on her when she walked through the common room entrance, he found her interesting. Was he really that cold? Was he really just cruel enough to see someone as a game or a prize to win at the end of the day?
That was when the truth hit him. "I haven't had a friend in the past seven years either." And suddenly, he found out how much the truth really hurts.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:58 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce's mother saw the look in Bryce's eyes and didn't elaborate. So, that was it then? They were both lonely and drawn to eachother? Ah, well. She merely had wanted to know. She felt as if she lost two daughters the day Rosebud died. She cried twice as hard. It was like Joyce simply had a switch and was turned off. Mrs. Heffer had heard her daughter's voice, heard the two of them speaking, but with her own family, Joyce was still an emotionless robot. She spoke so monotone, she was so bland. It was like she really just had two children, and a maid she gave birth to.
In the meantime, Joyce was finishing up. Her mother had changed the subject in the other room and she was busy finishing up the spices. Still, it was out of habit that she couldn't leave a kitchen dirty, so she cleaned it up a bit. In the end, as the meat had been cooking, she'd made the mashed potatoes, the butternut squash, carrots, and green beans. Yorkshire pudding was still cooking, but that was for desert. She streaked into her room, changed into a lovely dress that matched her earrings, put on the amazing perfume, her new gloves, and called,
"Mother, Father, Mister Bryce, Terry, and William! Dinner!" as she walked by, curtsying out of the room. They all sat down and Joyce first poured them all tea, her face without a sign of feeling again. Then she sliced the meat, careful to make it look as though Bryce's hadn't been cut already. Guests got the first piece, so she gave him his piece first. Then she served her father with a low curtsy, her mother, and her siblings, lastly herself. The potatoes, squash, beans and carrots were passed around. Joyce knew Bryce may not like this, so she gave him a large piece of meat to keep him occupied with something he may enjoy.
"Excellent, Joyce! New record, I think?" Her father boomed, she acknowledged his praise with a bow of her head and a small 'thank you, father.'
Her sister and brother stuffed their faces while she spread her napkin on her lap, cut her meat all proper and used just the right fork and spoon for everything.
Unsure if Bryce knew which fork and knife to use, Mrs. Heffer leaned over to Bryce, winked and whispered, "Just work your way in with the silverware."
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 8:32 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. As Joyce called for dinner, reluctantly, Bryce joined the rest of the family. He wasn't in the mood for more human food, but he could force his way through the meal. It wasn't a complicated thing, really, it was just a mindset that he had to work himself through. Half-vampires didn't need to eat human food all the time, but more than the average vampire did. Still, he had eaten more than enough food yesterday on his departure from the school. Then, his father asked him to eat the leftover hamburger so they didn't attract other animals to the house when Bryce took the trash out later. He did, and he felt sick to his stomach afterwards, but he did. Bryce took his seat, letting the family members sit first so he could pick a seat where he wouldn't feel so strange sitting. It didn't matter, anyway. He just sat down, hoping for the best. Mrs. Heffer wasn't mean or anything, but she started strange conversations, and Bryce was hoping that no one would bring up his last comment about being a lonely child too. Joyce came in, and she served up all the food. Bryce noticed that the meat had already been separated when she gave him his piece, and after the next piece came off, he could see why. Joyce had cooked his less than the others to make the meat taste better. And, his piece was rather large.
He took a little of each of the other things, skipping the squash all together because the smell of it made him gag. He didn't eat fruits and vegetables very often, and when he did, it was very little and not very sweet at all. He hadn't a choice when he was with his mother, since she would shove food down his throat everyday if she could, and she would take his blood supply away from him if he didn't. That threat was always stupid on her part, because Bryce just became more violent and vicious when he wasn't on his blood. Either way, she forced it to him, and he began to deteste eating in general. One day, he decided not to eat for a week. Four days into it, he started to feel sick, and he tried to eat, and he got sick because he couldn't get it down. So now he eats every two to three days at the school. But, changing that routine may throw him off balance. It was so worth it for Joyce, though. She put the effort into the food, and she deserved the compliments. Bryce waited for someone other than the two kids to start, and that signified when he could start eating. He knew the proper etiquite rules for silverware, although everyone seemed to think he wouldn't. He just nodded politely and knowingly to Mrs. Heffer.
Bryce bit into his meat, deciding that it wasn't that bad afterall. He could probably get it all down without getting sick anyway.The meat, that was. The other things, he wasn't so sure about. He listened to the family chat here and there, but Bryce couldn't figure out anything to say. He looked at Joyce for a moment to see her eating like the queen in front of the press, and she looked so stiff that she could have been a motorized statue. But, that was part of the trick, right? He knew it was. "The meal is lovely, Joyce. Thank you."He hoped that when he said that, Joyce understood that he meant his meat was fine, and that she did a good job tricking her family. As he finished, Bryce sat up straight, letting the toxins run through him as he sat still. He didn't like the way food gave him that full feeling, and that is what sets off his smell and taste-related sicknesses. It is probably weird to see, but he was a vampire that got sick all the time. Anyway, he pushed his other foods around his plate as everyone else finished up. He did eat a few of the vegetables and such, but not enough to notice, which was why he had to push them around his plate. Bryce felt much better knowing that the eating was over, and that he would be getting some sleep soon. Food also made him very sleepy, which was why he only ate at night, or during the day if he wanted to sleep during the day.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 8:50 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce caught what Bryce said, knew the meaning, almost smiled, then cleared up when dinner was done. Rather than just offering Yorkshire puddings and placing them in front of her though, she had another trick up her sleeve.
"I don't believe I need desert, father." She said. "I think dinner was enough."
Her father blinked a few times in surprise, Joyce always loved Yorkshire pudding, and she usually made it very sweet, the way she liked it.
"I didn't make it as sweet this time, and since I and Bryce like the sweet kind more than you, I don't believe we'll be partaking in any." She said with a curtsy. She had to refuse the desert too, to make it seem legitimate. If she just refused Bryce some, she'd be punished with the cane. If she refused some herself, it would seem as if the two old-fashioned friends simply didn't like pudding.
Her father scowled, now. She'd pushed it too far.
"Joyce. It is your place to make our guest feel comfortable. If he wanted a sugary sweet desert, then it is your job to make it."
Joyce curtsied low.
"Forgive me, Sir." She said calmly, staring at his shoes which she had polished earlier.
"Very good. Now go finish the laundry, your mother shall serve the puddings. After that, come back and you can show Bryce where he can sleep tonight."
Joyce curtsied and left. She did the laundry as always, leaving Bryce to sit without a pudding as her family finished theirs. It was only for ten minutes or so, but Joyce hated being apart from Bryce, knowing he was in the other room without a pudding and having forced conversation with her father. So, after the ten painful minutes where Joyce finished the laundry, she entered the room with a curtsy and led Bryce to the living room.
"I do apologize, we don't have a spare bed. If you need anything, feel free to ask, I'll be downstairs. Goodnight, Mister Bryce." She said smoothly, knowing her parents were listening. And so Joyce went to sleep in the cellar, the dingy, cold cellar. (Titled basement on first page) Her parents retired to their room, her siblings to theirs. Joyce hated the lumpy mattress but, after all, she wasn't one to complain. Still...she also wasn't one to fall asleep right away, so she sat up, cleaning her nice dress and wearing the nightgown she's bathed in this morning that had dried.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:58 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. He tried to help Joyce clear the table, but he watched and noticed that no other family member made a move to help her. He sat there, desperately wishing to help, but keeping his cool and chatting carefully with the family. It did not take her long to clear the table, as she was in and out in mere minutes, and back with pudding. Oh, this one would be an interesting one. Blood was sweet, but not in the same way sugar was sweet, and he knew very well that he would throw up putting this in his mouth. He watched Joyce, though, and noticed something gleam in her eye. It was just a mere second, but she had an idea, and he could tell. Joyce told them that she hadn't made it as sweet as normal, which he thought was her way out of it, and that wouldn't due because he wouldn't be able to even put it on his tongue, let alone swallow it. But, Joyce seemed to come up with the excuse that Bryce had liked the Yorkshire pudding much sweeter as she did, and said neither would be partaking in any.
He thought that would do it, but her father was very angry with her. She didn't get attacked, but she did however get scorned, and told to go do laundry. It was ten minutes of pure agony away from Joyce. Well, it wasn't that horrible, but not having an escape nearby with Joyce made things a little more complicated for the boy. He liked being able to have Joyce there in case something happened. Nothing did happen, of course, but it just made him a little more uptight. He had never felt the need to hide himself from anyone before, but he knew it was necessary in this household. He knew he would get in trouble for exposing his vampyrism to this family, since Joyce didn't seem to be allowed to use magic while in her family's presence. He waited anxiously for Joyce to return, but his face showed nothing of his nervousness whatsoever. It was when Joyce returned that he mistakenly let out a sigh. He quickly turned it into a yawn, though, seeing as he didn't want anything else to happen.
The family seemed to retire, and Joyce, very stiffly told him where he could sleep for the night. That just told him that she was being on her best behavior for a reason, although the family was nowhere in sight. He watched her curtsy, and make her way to the basement. That was when he decided to change, and then head out the door for some fresh air. His night shirt and cotton pants didn't really keep him warm from the cool air, but he needed some clear space to think. Bryce opened the front door slightly and slipped out in nothing but his bare feet. He could stand the cold on his bare feet; Bryce had often crept down into his fathers dungeon during the night, which was a concrete floor. It was cold during the winter, and that was when Bryce had the most opportunity to sneak down at night. His feet would be so cold that they would become numb with pain. A little cold right now wouldn't hurt him.
He walked a littke ways, his hands shoved into the pockets of his night pants, and his head down to sheild from the wind. He wasn't trying to leave, he just wanted to think. After those things he had said to Joyce's mother, he had felt something strange come over him. Had he always been alone until now? Was he really no longer lonely? Bryce kept walking until he found a tree to sit against. He found himself sliding against the rough bark, splinters finding their way into his back as his shirt slid up, being caught against the tree. It didn't bother him, though. Pain hardly ever phased him. Physical pain, anyway. Bryce looked up to the partly cloudy night sky, trying to find the stars above them. It wasn't hard to spot them, since it was clear as day out in the middle of nowhere, even at night time. He could see the big dipper, and that just made things more complicated. Did Joyce come to him because she wanted to? Or did she feel obliged to be friends with him? He had never seen himself as such... such a monster before.
Bryce dropped his head, and his face fell onto his knees that were curled and held by his arms. For the second time in such a short while, he had started to cry. Something had finally snapped in Bryce, and it would never be mended again. There was no turning back to being that cruel vampire for him, and he knew so. His body shook, his eyes produced tear after tear, but he made no sounds. He couldn't make a sound; he didn't want to wake anyone up in the Heffer home. Joyce had made him see the real him, and he wanted it to disappear now, and he never wanted it to come back.
After quite some time, probably an hour, Bryce seemed to be frozen to the tree, not moving whatsoever. That was one thing about being a vampire, you could stay so still that no one would ever notice. He finally, though, got up and went back to the house. He didn't want to disappoint any of the Heffers.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 2:34 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce finished washing her new dress after about an hour. She went upstairs to dump out the dirty water, then realized Bryce was sleeping there. It wouldn't be good to wake a guest up, she'd get it for sure, and she was already walking on thin ice. She headed outside just as Bryce was heading inside and dumped the wash water out near the part of the lake where it became river. She sat there for a moment or two staring at the stars, staring where she used to be able to see the Rosebud. She wasn't as imaginative anymore. She couldn't really make out where it used to be as well as her younger sister could. She sighed and went back to her lumpy mattress in the cellar and fell asleep.
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It was the morning of the twenty-sixth. Well, hardly morning. It was...what, 4am? Early bird catches the worm, though. Joyce's father was also stirring, he had work to do. Joyce waited at the door and helped her father put his coat on and shined his shoes quickly as he headed out for work. Joyce put the fresh laundry away. She cooked waffles for breakfast, pancakes, eggs, and brought out the maple syrup. But she had another trick up her sleeve this morning. She gently awoke her mother first.
"Breakfast in bed!" She said with a small smile, it was 7am. Her mother yawned a 'good, good' and informed Joyce that Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Thomas were coming over for tea this afternoon and Joyce needed to prepare the pastries. Joyce curtsied, went to her sister and brother's room and changed into another fairly formal dress. She tightened her corset to the expected 15 inches or so and she could feel her chest straining under the pressure. She gently woke her sister and brother and was as quick and efficient as possible when tying her sister's 'training' corset, lacing her sister's shoes, helping her sister with the many petticoats, doing her brother's bowtie, lacing her brother's boots, buttoning his jacket, and then giving the two of them their breakfast. They huddled under the blankets giggling and Joyce walked over to Bryce, feeling slightly dizzy, she hadn't worn a corset this tight in a while. She gently shook his arm and when his eyes fluttered open she curtsied deeply.
"Do forgive me, Mister Bryce, but breakfast is in bed this morning." She glanced over her shoulder, her mother was still eating. Good. Old-fashioned people took forever to eat.
"I figured you wouldn't like the waffles so just pretend you had some of those, I suppose. I'm making pastries for mother's 'tea party' later, so if you want something to eat just feel free to come into the kitchen."
At that moment her mother called for her and she went to help her with her hair with a quick 'pardon me' to Bryce. Joyce's own hair was in a messy bun under her bonnet, but her mother preferred a much more complicated and elaborate, nearly impossible hairstyle when she was with her friends. Joyce took about fifteen minutes between the hair and lacing the corset, at the very least. When she walked out of the room, she had a few bobby pins in her mouth, her mother told her to fix her own messy bun, her father's second pair of shoes to be shined, her mother's plates and silverware in the other hand, and balancing her father's book on her head that her mother wanted put away on the dining room table so she remembered to show the ladies her husband's new project, for something to talk about. She winked at Bryce as she walked by. She first put the plates and shoes in the kitchen, where she'd be most of the day, then the book on the dining room table, fixed her hair, and got to work on pastries.
Mrs. Heffer at least took the children's plates and put those in the kitchen as well, though it was for Joyce to clean. And then told Joyce to make a different tea, a new tea for her friends. Then she went outside with her children in the meantime, today she was teaching Terry and Billy poetry.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 5:58 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. Bryce was surprised to see Joyce walk outside at night, and he felt a little guilty for being out there, but he didn't say anything. Would she understand his situation? Probably not. He had finally cracked under pressure, and it was obvious on his face that he was a wreck. Bryce just walked back into the house, and cuddled up on the couch, unable to sleep for a few more hours. When he finally fell into sleep, his dreams kept him on edge through the whole night, making it impossible to get a peaceful night of sleep...
- -
"Where am I?" His feet kept moving, burning from the ground on his feet. He kept walking though, continuing to go where he was going. There were knives and strange spices, ingredients and weapons everywhere. There were long tables with body or animal parts on them, he wasn't sure which. Bryce kept walking, finding things he had never seen before, or at least he thought he had never seen. It was only then that he saw someone standing in front of him. He was the same height was Bryce, but his hair was darker, and his skin was whiter. The... thing was leaning over the table, eating something. It was only then that he saw the blood splattering all over the table, the red liquid oozing all over the floor below and ruining the shoes of someones. The shoes were... They were the same as Bryce's shoes. He walked closer, only to knock over some dish on a table next to him. The figure stood up rigidly, and turned around. Bryce couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was him.
"Why are you here?" Bryce asked the paler version of himself. He wasn't sure why he asked it, but he did. The person just shook his head, wiping the blood off of his face. He let his hand drop, and he saw something in his hand he hadn't seen before. It was a pair of earrings. "Who are you?" Bryce asked, although he knew very well it was supposed to represent him as something.
It wasn't until he looked into the eyes that he understood. Bryce was staring at him as a full vampire. He was totally white, he was darker and more cynical than his real self. "Don't you understand? This is you. Look." Bryce, the full vampire pointed over to the right, over to a mirror, covered in blood as well. He walked over, slowly, to see the thing standing in front of him. The image frightend Bryce so much that he couldn't look anymore. He fell on the ground, backing away from the mirrored image of himself, and the other Bryce in the room.
"Get back!" Bryce yelled, but the boy kept moving closer to him, and nothing was getting further away. He was trapped. "I'm warning you!"
"Funny. You may not want to run too far though. You'll be deserting her." The Vampire Bryce walked over him, ruffling his hair with his hand, and walking into the shadows, completely disappearing. Bryce would be deserting who? He stood up and looked back to where the other Bryce was staring, and he nearly passed out. It was Joyce, and she had been viciously attacked by that other Bryce.
He ran over to her, and watched the terror come back into her eyes. It was something that Bryce had never seen in Joyce's face before, and he tried so hard to help. All she did was scream though, and Bryce backed up, leaving the girl, and turning around. But, as he ran, she started to yell his name...
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Bryce had been shaken awake by Joyce very lightly, and when he let his eyes open slowly, he wasn't expecting to see Joyce standing over him. He sat up quickly, and he reached out to hug her. Politely, Joyce stood there, unsure what to do. Bryce let go, and Joyce informed him that they would have breakfast in bed, and Bryce didn't have to eat anything, but say that he ate some of the waffles. "Sorry... And, thanks." He was apologizing for the random frantic hug he gave to her, but after that dream, he couldn't help himself. He wouldn't ever attack Joyce, ever. No, he would always protect his friend.
Things continued in the Heffer home, and Bryce made sure to get out of the way as things continued. He walked out the doors, and he went over to the lake, studying the calm water. It was then that Bryce spotted Mrs. Heffer and her young children.. She walked over towards him, and Bryce walked out aways to avoid whatever was about to happen. He went back to the house, and decided that maybe it was time for him to think about going back home. He did enjoy his stay here, but he saw how terribly busy Joyce was, and he couldn't stand bothering her and getting her in trouble anymore. He walked into the house, and watched her make paistries. That was exactly what he meant. She was always being told to do something in this house, and he thought it was disgusting sometimes, but at other times, he knew that her family was just trying to do the best. Besides, he wanted to discuss the possibility of Joyce coming to his house later in the week, to visit for the day, or even spend the night. Her parents may not have allowed it, but he would at least ask.
"Hey, what would your parents say if I asked you to come to my house later this week? My mum should be home soon, so it would be perfect timing anyway. I wouldn't want you there with just my father. It was true, he didn't think that Joyce would be save there, or even allowed when it was just his father in the house. It was just too dangerous around this time of year without Natalie in the house. "I got to see how you live, and now I want you to see how I live. That is, if you want to..." He wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but he figured she might want to go to get out of the house. Her parents may have said no just because it wasn't proper, but he could only hope for the best in this situation.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:29 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce looked back at Bryce when he was finished and she smiled and curtsied.
"Who am i to deny a young man's request?' She stood up and laughed.
"I'd be delighted to. I think mother's friends are here, better go put these pastries out. But I'm sure they can manage without me here, they have to when I'm at Hogwarts, correct? She smiled and put the pastries on the dining room table, as well as the strong tea. The laundry was all that was left. She scrubbed the dresses and suits quickly, only taking minutes. Yet her hands were looking sore and red in just the short time. She hung them up to dry and sat down across from Bryce with a sigh. Everything was done, right? What more could her mother ask for? After all, her sister and brother were having a pretend little tea party, her father was at work..there couldn't possibly be anything more.
So, satisfied her work was completed, she sat and chatted with Bryce for a bit. It felt odd being in such a formal dress with an apron on, but she managed. Bryce and her looked almost equally pale today, due to her very tight corset.
"Even if your mother wasn't home, I'd rather be with you." She said, suppressing a yawn. "I've gotten too used to getting things done for me, at Hogwarts. And the warm water for baths." She smiled and took another sip of tea. She could just really be herself around him, and yet she wasn't sure why. But, for whatever reason, he'd been persistent and broken through her shell. And now they were friends. Funny word: friends. She'd been best friends with Rosebud, but they were sisters, too. But a friend...odd...she'd never had a real one before. Still, not too hard to see why when she was as melancholy and dull as you could get around people.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 12:27 pm
í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr
чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís. Bryce was glad that she accepted his invite, and was even more excited to know that she would most likely be able to go due to another one of their rules. Wait, since when did he feel excited? That was new for him. He hoped that his mother would be home, because she was usually home the day or so after Christmas, just because she knew she had a son to take care of. Bryce walked around with Joyce as she finished her work, suppressing the urge to help her, although he really wanted to. That was another thing that was different about him. Bryce wanted to help when he was around Joyce. It was as if a new person was taking over him.
When they sat down and spoke to each other for a little while, he didn't think his time could have been better spent while being at the Heffer home. He was happy to have brought some joy to her siblings, Billy and Terry, and he was happy to enjoy their home and the way they lived for a day. But now, it was trying to get to Bryce's home that would be quite the challenge. They would have to walk until the home was out of sight most likely, and then Bryce could call for the bus. Or, at least, he thought he could. That would be most helpful. "Well, my father... is quite the character, and I wouldn't want it to be just him there. Strange things happen when my Mum isn't home." He was speaking of all the vampires that came through the house when she wasn't there. It was as if they came for a party, or for a family gathering. He wasn't actually related to all the vampires, but there were some that were related to his father originally. Bryce had an uncle Sol, who was very... happy, for a vampire, anyway. He had a daughter two or three years older then Bryce, of whom really disliked him. They had never gotten along. Other vampire family members included His two Aunts, and they had a ton of children. A few of his cousins weren't actually blood relatives, meaning they were changed by his aunts. They were huge followers of his father, and did whatever he wanted them to do. They all came to visit when Natalie wasn't around, and they used that time to regain supplies and heal themselves up before going back out and killing people. It was really strange, or at least, Bryce thought so. "If my mum isn't there, we may just go walk around the forrest, or go by the river. I may even take you into the town, just because I'm not sure who will be around the house."
Bryce stood up and decided to make sure his bags were in order. He was more than ready to go back home, especially if that meant getting Joyce away from this place. He cleaned up his mess of clothes by folding them properly and putting them back into his bag, and he looked over his shoulder to watch Joyce's mother and her friends come through the house. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, but he just smiled and continued to do what he was doing. Then, he found his way back to where Joyce was to ask her if she would be ready to go soon, or if she wanted to wait a little while before leaving. "So, is there anything you'll have to finish up? Or can we get going once you're all packed up to go?" he asked, smiling. More smiles from him during this day and a half came out than any other time while he was home, or at the school. Things really were changing.
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singlikenoonecanhearyou Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:05 pm
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Joyce couldn't keep a smile off her face. She nodded to Bryce and just sat there looking happy. She packed up in a moment, all she had were clothes, her wand, and books. She put it neatly into a bag and knocked gently on the dining room door. When her mother said come in, she opened it and curtsied.
"Hello, mother. Bryce has invited me to his home for the remainder of break. May I?"
Her mother's friend's scoffed and sniggered, and her mother looked skeptical. After all, Joyce had never asked to stay anywhere else before. Mrs. Thomas giggled out loud now and whispered something to Mrs. Smith that Joyce only caught a piece of. Something about being stiff and dull. Everyone really knew how Joyce had been so different since Rosebud died, all the people around here knew how morbid and depressing she'd become. At the same time, they would never understand how she felt. Bryce alone had tried.
Nevertheless, she got an okay from her mother, since it wasn't her place to just refuse an invitation. Not to mention that her mother no doubt wanted her out of the house, so she wasn't 'greying up' the place, as her father put it 'jokingly.'
"She said yes." Joyce said with a smile to Bryce when she walked back in the kitchen. Not wanting to hesitate she walked outside with Bryce and put her arm in his. She grinned and her face lit up for a split moment that could've contained an eternity.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
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