Michele Hawkins
Sep 4th, 2008, 10:26:29 AM
*A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
On the drive over to the cafe, I started to think about how much of a bitch I was to Martin and Arabella. I completely bailed on them. Both of them could tell how freaked out I was, Bella in particular, and I didn't give them a chance to explain things or calm me down.
But honestly, what was I to do? Bella needs a lot of support from Martin at this point in time. It's critical in the first few hours for Bella to transition from a barely alive soul that had only embers to keep her body going, to a full fledged Vampire - Something I know she's craved for a long time. Me being all woefully down on myself would only take away from the ecstasy she was feeling.
But yes, yes I know!!! I know ... I don't know if I can handle her change either. That's an issue for another time. Right now I'm missing Fiona badly and I don't know if I can handle a possible future without her. She's my entire LIFE, my eyes and ears of Chicago when things got ugly, and now I'm alone.
I pull up to the cafe in my Shelby and the valet instantly drools. It's midnight blue custom paint job was courtesy of Fi and it's a classic. A 1969 GT 350 Coupe. I really don't know much about cars but it's a fantastic piece of automobile. What's under the hood? No idea, but it's pretty! Martin could tell you though, that's for sure.
I throw the keys at the valet and check my watch. It's a bit past 7. Hopefully Kass wasn't waiting long. The maître d''s voice tried to catch my attention, but I already spotted Kass. She's hard to miss with an ethereal quality that surrounds her, not to mention the most striking beautiful features that I've ever seen on a woman. Pale and angular, she looked more like the statue of a goddess then an actual living being. What's interesting about her is that you honestly don't know what's on her mind. Even when she does speak up, I always get the sense that she's hiding the whole truth for whatever reason. She's older then Fi, but where Fi is childlike in her personality and quite open, Kass is very guarded with her emotions. Well, at least around me ...
"It's ok," I tell the girl behind the podium, I don't take my eyes off of Kass, "I found my friend. Thanks."
"Enjoy your stay, Miss."
I make my way over to her booth and smile down at her. I'm really glad to see her. "Hey. Thanks for coming."
*By Walt Witman
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
On the drive over to the cafe, I started to think about how much of a bitch I was to Martin and Arabella. I completely bailed on them. Both of them could tell how freaked out I was, Bella in particular, and I didn't give them a chance to explain things or calm me down.
But honestly, what was I to do? Bella needs a lot of support from Martin at this point in time. It's critical in the first few hours for Bella to transition from a barely alive soul that had only embers to keep her body going, to a full fledged Vampire - Something I know she's craved for a long time. Me being all woefully down on myself would only take away from the ecstasy she was feeling.
But yes, yes I know!!! I know ... I don't know if I can handle her change either. That's an issue for another time. Right now I'm missing Fiona badly and I don't know if I can handle a possible future without her. She's my entire LIFE, my eyes and ears of Chicago when things got ugly, and now I'm alone.
I pull up to the cafe in my Shelby and the valet instantly drools. It's midnight blue custom paint job was courtesy of Fi and it's a classic. A 1969 GT 350 Coupe. I really don't know much about cars but it's a fantastic piece of automobile. What's under the hood? No idea, but it's pretty! Martin could tell you though, that's for sure.
I throw the keys at the valet and check my watch. It's a bit past 7. Hopefully Kass wasn't waiting long. The maître d''s voice tried to catch my attention, but I already spotted Kass. She's hard to miss with an ethereal quality that surrounds her, not to mention the most striking beautiful features that I've ever seen on a woman. Pale and angular, she looked more like the statue of a goddess then an actual living being. What's interesting about her is that you honestly don't know what's on her mind. Even when she does speak up, I always get the sense that she's hiding the whole truth for whatever reason. She's older then Fi, but where Fi is childlike in her personality and quite open, Kass is very guarded with her emotions. Well, at least around me ...
"It's ok," I tell the girl behind the podium, I don't take my eyes off of Kass, "I found my friend. Thanks."
"Enjoy your stay, Miss."
I make my way over to her booth and smile down at her. I'm really glad to see her. "Hey. Thanks for coming."
*By Walt Witman