♪ What's to come ♪ (CLOSED)

[Skylar]

I can tell he's not exactly comfortable as he holds me. You hug enough people and you learn pretty quickly what a genuine hug feels like. Still. It's not the worst hug I've ever had. He doesn't feel tense like an ironing board or anything. I grab his shoulders with both hands and hug him tighter. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes as I sigh contentedly. He smells amazing. I know it's a trick of the mind though as what I smell is the ocean. I still have that image of him as a sun-kissed god in my mind and obviously I see him on a beach.
I feel myself falling deeper for him and practically purr in his arms as he babbles on about my path. Our path. Apparently he and I are the same. I'm deliriously happy to hear this at this point, as it means we have something more than music in common and any similarity to him has to be a good thing.
When he says he wants to teach me, I squeeze him tighter. I want him to teach me about more than just the powers I might possess. I feel the overwhelming desire to kiss him and as I pull my head from off of his shirt and look up at him my brow crinkles. He's tall. Too tall. Even on tip toes I wouldn't be able to kiss him. Not unless he dipped his head to mine.
It's this heady thought that snaps me back to reality. Well not quite. But I feel something's wrong. It's like that feeling I get when I'm drunk only my mind is alert enough to realise the falsehood of the feeling.
"Woah!"
I pull my hands back and pull away, hands in the air like I'm ready to surrender.
"I think we need the ruler rule. ****. Make that a broom or something."
I'm backing up as I'm speaking. I need to get some distance between me and him so I can think straight.
"Yeah. Distance is good. And erm..."
I look around the room and try to focus on anything that will take my attention away from him. There's not much to distract me, so I walk over to one of the two sofa's and set myself down at one end of one of them. I pull my feet up to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. It's a defensive position in some ways but it's also pretty comfortable and forces me to keep my hands to myself so I go with it.
"Right. This is good. I'm gonna like... stare at my feet or something while you continue."
I look down at my feet and realise I'm still wearing my shoes. I crinkle my nose and glance up at Elliot apologetically as I quickly work them off and place them on the floor next to me. I wriggle my toes and get comfy again.
"Sorry about the shoes. I kinda spaced out."

[Lancaster]

There were two couches. They sat at right angles to each other; so while Skylar sat in one corner of one couch, Elliot sat in the other corner of the other couch. The kind of behaviour that Skylar was exhibiting was one that Elliot hadn’t ever really encountered before. Maybe every now and again when he was out and friends got drunk. Or maybe back in high school, when girls thought that to be clingy was what the boys wanted. As if that would get them the attention they desired. Though it had rarely happened to Elliot. He was a late bloomer, if he had ever bloomed at all. His friends were far more attractive than him. He seemed to attract the shy ones, and that was perfectly alright by him.

Anyway, Skylar did not seem at all shy. And nor was she drunk. The circumstances were not at all normal, and Elliot thought it was very wise to adhere to the ‘distance’ rule that she had applied. He shook his head as she apologised about her shoes. He didn’t really care, in the grand scheme of things. Shoes on the couch wasn’t exactly a huge deal in comparison to having given a girl a dodgy guitar, inadvertently killing her, and then turning her into a vampire. That was his biggest priority right now, and Skylar should want to ruin his couch with her shoes for all the wrong he might have done to her.

”We’ll go outside tomorrow night,” he said. ”There’s a lot out there that I have to show you – and there’s plenty that you’ll want to test yourself,” he said. Not everything could be taught by word of mouth. Some things had to be learned by practical application. Although he did not condone violence, Elliot taught every single one of his progeny how to fight; either gave them weapons or at least the money to buy some of their own. They needed to learn how to defend themselves, because there was plenty out there that would want them injured, or dead. Not only humans, but their own kind, too.

These were the things that he would proceed to tell Skylar; he would even find a notebook and pen. He would write things down in a nice steady list, and answer any questions that she might have. Even if she had ten questions for every point he made, at least they would get somewhere. And there were plenty of things he wouldn’t be able to cover, either – things that he would forget, or that he couldn’t answer properly because it did not pertain to his path. He knew that in the long run, Skylar would run into things and experience things that he never had; she would always have questions, because even he still had questions, and he’d been at this for nearly three years.

But he would do his best to fill her in on everything that he could; and at least fill in the basics. The very basic things that she would need to know in order to survive.