Chaos likes to follow us…

25 04 2009

This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tried blogging; but honestly, every time I start one I have no idea what to say. Oh well, here it goes.

I’ve been living at the Night House for thirteen years and to say the least it’s been hectic. There’s honestly never a dull moment. My ‘parents’ do their best to keep things relatively intact, but there’s still plenty of damage done daily to the house. A lot of things have changed since my first days at the Night House. A LOT of things. The biggest difference is the fact that I’m married now. Yep. Married. Totally wasn’t expecting it then, and I’m still a little shell-shocked about it now. Damien and I talked about it for months though before we actually did anything. It was Damien’s idea to elope, I just agreed wholeheartedly. We – of course – didn’t tell Ann and Vic. They would’ve never allowed it. And I’m not saying that to make them sound like horrible parents. They’ve just always seen me as this… child. I guess the 15-year old exterior didn’t help matters much. We kept our marriage secret for months, hiding our rings on necklace chains under our shirts. It wasn’t until Mia and Tristan’s wedding that it became harder to hide it.

Damien teleported myself, Ann and Vic to Michigan for the affair (Oh, that reminds me. Damien’s teleporting has gotten MUCH better than when he tried it 13 years ago. Things don’t go ‘KABOOM’ anymore- as Damien puts it.) and things had gone relatively well. Except, then Ann told Mia about… the news. She told Mia the day before her wedding that Sarah was dead… and I had killed her. I mean, seriously??? She couldn’t have waited till after they came back from their honeymoon? Well, it was obvious how Mia had taken that news. She avoided me up until they came back from their honeymoon. And then the news kept spreading. Ann told Lexie.

Lexie has a long story – one that isn’t my place to share – and I really don’t know all the details about it except for the fact that she was one of the original family members of the Night House that left to find her mate after the whole Volturi fiasco (I wasn’t there for that, don’t ask). Anyways, when Ann told Lexie about Sarah, she made it clear how much she hated me. Sarah was one of her friends after all. I half-expected Lexie to attack me as soon as she saw me at the hotel we were staying at in Italy for the wedding and reception, but she didn’t. She just glared at me or avoided me all together – which I was fine with for the most part.

After the wedding – which was gorgeous by the way, Mia – it came time for the reception and that’s when things got bad. Lexie came up to Damien and I, let her temper loose and attacked me. Damien, thankfully, was quick to act and teleported Lexie to Egypt for the sake of getting her away from me. I was so preoccupied with Lexie, I hadn’t even noticed my necklace with the wedding ring had come loose and Vic had found the ring on the floor. That was when hell broke loose.

Vic took Damien and I out into the hall with Ann following close behind us. He and Ann were pretty pissed about us running off to elope and Ann was more confused about why I hadn’t wanted a real wedding. I’m just not the fancy type. I likedmy wedding, thank you very much. Anyways, after a heated argument about me being old enough to make my own decisions and Vic finally realizing that, things began to calm down and I finally got to wear my ring proudly – out in the open. Damien and I made our way back to the reception where Ann and Vic were talking to Nicky about us. Of course, like the mischievous teenagers we are, we got up to ‘dance’ and eavesdropped on their conversation. Ann was mostly ranting about how she didn’t get to plan a wedding and – embarrassingly enough – had to bring up the honeymoon (“Did they even have one?”) No… we didn’t.. what do you think? Of course we did! Yeesh! She wasn’t too keen on the idea of a jeans-and-t-shirt wedding in Vegas so you can imagine her reaction to my honeymoon attire; baggy shirts. 😀 They were comfy.. but that’s not the point. I’m getting off topic rather easily today.

So, I’m sitting here in our hotel room and Damien and I just got done talking about moving to New Zealand. We decided it’s time to move out of the Night House. We’re married and I definitely don’t want to live with my ‘parents’ for the rest of my undead life. We decided on Auckland – and not just because it’s one of the few cities I can pronounce. It’s where Damien grew up and I’ve always wanted to go to New Zealand anyway, ironically enough it was Damien that triggered that back during one of our first real conversations together on the roof of the Night House.

Well, besides all that, it’s plain to see that chaos seems to follow us everywhere whether we’re at the Night House or not. I guess we really should expect stuff like this, after all… this is our lives we’re talking about.

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