Aimée
This little short piece is about Aimée and when a secret of hers is discovered by the person she was trying to hide it away from the most. These are all original characters from a story of mine that I wrote called North, it's not online and probably never will but there's not much you need to know so it doesn't really matter.
So a few things you do need to know before you read the story.
I talk about eyes glowing. Each color means something different.
Red = Excited
Black = Angry
Blue = Annoyed
Green = Interested
Purple = Amused
Orange = Unsure
Pink = Pleased
Yellow = Embarrassed
Religious icons likes crucifixes, etc? Don't work.
Holy water? Does burn, yes.
Sun? This might sound stupid but it doesn't burn them or anything. But they can't stay outside in the sun or anything for too long because that's still lethal to them, just in a less dramatic way. lol.
Mirrors? They don't show up in mirrors but in all other reflective surfaces they do show up. It's just things specifically made to be mirrors that they don't show up in.
All right, now your ready to read it. lol.
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I’m twenty-two years old and my name is Aimée, pronounced e-MAY and not Amy. I still live with my dad and work for the man that I consider a big brother because he can be so protective about me when it comes to others of his kind, even his girlfriend. My old man has worked for Simon Barát for years and I don’t think he’s ever going to quit, not that he would have any luck finding a new job anyways. My first and only job so far has been my job at the house that I’ve lived in my whole life which is working as a maid part-time for the man that I consider a brother and a boss.
I kinda of had this thing going on with Olivier, who has been living in the house with us on and off, and he’s what you could call a relative of my brother. You could go as far as say he was the son of my boss. It’s complicated. Anyways, I’ve had this thing going on with him for the last 5 years or since I was seventeen years old. We’ve kept it all a secret for years because everybody would probably freak out but we always knew that one wrong step would ruin everything and that one wrong step just happened recently.
I know he’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend which he lived with for like years but we totally have something between us even though he came here once with yet another ex that one time. He’s older than me, so off course he’s going to have loads of ex’s but keep in touch with them? Helping them out of jams?
I did like the look on her face when she asked me why I was drinking my choice of drink. After all I’m only human and it’s just unnatural for me to drink heated up blood like one of them. At least it’s in their nature and the fact that they have to. Me? I do not have to and should really be repulsed by it ... but I’m not, I love it and I think that really is what surprised her.
I especially love getting a cup of it after having fooled around with him, since he likes my inner thighs very much and I’ll be suffering blood loss from it later on. Not that I care, since it’s always good fun and very satisfying. Drinking it might not help with the blood loss, but it makes me feel better and sated.
I’m in so much trouble...
That’s exactly what got us in this trouble in the first place. We really thought that no one but us was at home since Simon spent most of his time in England and my dad going to church frequently possibly more than he used to because he’s getting old and fears what they will think of him for having worked for Simon all these years and turning a blind eye to some tricky situations. But obviously Simon and Aurore decided to stay the weekend here at the last possible moment because, well...
You want to know how they found us?
We were in the kitchen enjoying some quality blood and having some more fun when they walked in on us. Yeah, we were not getting out of this one unscathed. I was kinda sitting on his lap, only a ratty old T-shirt and very short white shorts which I had spilled a little on, so the red of the blood stood very much out in the otherwise pristine white denim fabric.
Aurore was the first to notice that, and the little surprises peaking from under my shorts. My scars. They weren’t big or bad, just dainty little ones because once or twice we had forgotten to heal those up. Time flies when your having fun. But boy, was it a big deal to Simon.
His eyes glowed the blackest I had ever seen and I had seen him angry a few times, though never angry at me. This time he wasn’t angry at me either, blamed the whole thing on poor Olivier. Talking about him being older, wiser and knowing better.
I should have said something in his defense, but I didn’t know what to say. How to explain it, this thing between us. It’s complicated, we’re not really in a relationship. It’s just something that happened and kept pulling us together. But I didn’t have a death wish and he was still pining after Aurore.
I just sat in the chair that Olivier had sat in earlier with me in his lap when they had walked in, and watched the two men practically screaming with black glowing eyes and thought at any moment they were going to start fighting. Aurore walked over and sat down in the chair next to me, her eyes glowing green.
She asked me how long this had been going on and I wouldn’t answer at first, but she grabbed my hand that was creeping towards my cup that I had put on the table a few moments before they had walked in and took it herself instead. She looked down into it, tasted it and then looked at me with blue glowing eyes.
What? I asked her, and she said nothing. She was just wondering what a young girl like me was doing drinking this stuff if I didn’t need it to survive. I’m not exactly sure myself, but I told her I liked the taste and feel of it. It was the best I could come up with in such a short time and she would have pressed until she got a satisfactory answer.
She asked me again how long this had been going on, and I told her. Five years. I think the answer surprised her a bit, but perhaps not much because she then muttered ‘That long?’. I just nodded at her question, but I don’t think she expected me to answer that one.
And those? Meaning my dainty little scars, or that’s what I was assuming she meant. I told her nothing special and tried to pull my shorts over them, though that did no good since like I said before they’re very short. All that was needed was my dad, and then my night would be just perfect.
What about my mom? Well, she split when I was only a few months old or so I was told by Simon. She had been a maid her as well working alongside dad. But who knows, maybe she didn’t split. Maybe something happened, with the things I’ve seen I don’t discount that possibility. But apparently she left me her with him, and she didn’t have a motherly bone in her body.
Simon walked up to me and Aurore, and told me to go to my room like I was a teenager all over again. She would have said something if I didn’t know how angry and unpredictable he was at the moment. I wish they hadn’t found us, our fun was probably over now.
Maybe we just had to hide it better from now on.
THE END.
Might write more in future.