Maxwell
I’m more than ready to barge in there and grab Charlie, demanding that she leaves, but I wait until she exits the house on her own. The presence of Dave makes the little blood I have left in my body boil. Hovering in one of the shadows across the street, watching her finally head to her car, relief begins to flood through me. Except when I see Dave chasing after her, I become more than agitated. I listened to him seduce her with a song and now I’m forced to listen to him stumbling over his words.
Balling my hands into fists with anger, I draw that blood out. My vision gets blurry with rage as I see her with her mouth on his. Although, when her sweet mouth starts swearing I feel a little better.
“Maxwell. Maxwell.” A soft whisper of my name sounds from behind me.
CharlieI stay longer than necessary in Maxwell’s room. The tension is thick between us and I can’t quite make eye contact with him. Was it his fault? No. Does it still hurt? Yes.“I have to go to work.” The words rush out of my mouth as I exit his room and race to the door.My hand lingers on the knob as his voice sounds from right behind me. “Are you forgetting something?” he asks.My arm grazes his chest as I turn around to face him. My eyes only go as high as his mouth, which has a small sheepish smile. He expects a kiss like the other day, but I can’t. Unfortunately, my feelings are still hurt.He gently grabs my hand and places my keys in my palm. “I’ll be waiting for you t
MaxwellSadly, Thursday evening was uneventful. Friday wasn’t much better as I sat and thought about what Charlie said yesterday about Morgan meeting the green-eyed stranger and how James could possibly know who he is. I recall the conversation he had with me the night Charlie was attacked. He claimed to not know his name, so why would he invite him along with a snack to Charlie’s workplace? Things just don’t add up, and with James as well as Morgan in Austria, I won’t be able to find anything out for a while.Today seems like it’s headed down the same path.“Well…are you going to say something instead of just staring at me like that?” Charlie demands.I could say a lot of things, but I’m having trouble being able to formulate wo
CharlieThere used to be a time when the sun’s warm rays felt nice against my skin. The days when nightfall brought out death and sunshine held safety…not anymore. The note that Maxwell received still repeats itself in my head.Tick tock, death awaits.I’m surprised I make it to work on time today as he lectured me about watching my back all morning. I’ll admit it’s quite relieving to inhale fresh air since Maxwell refused to let me leave yesterday, best Sunday ever. He kept pacing the length of the suite as he went through plan after plan.If Morgan wasn’t coming back today I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have allowed me to leave. Again. Most of his plans consisted of me staying locked in his little room, waiting it out. He
Maxwell“Slow down, Morgan, take deep steady breaths and tell me again from the beginning, what exactly did you see?” There was a slight rise in Charlie’s emotions earlier, but nothing to cause this frenzy that Morgan is in right now.Her voice is distorted by constant sobs and a steady thump can be heard in the background. I assume it’s her palm drumming against the desktop. “I saw her pull in and park next to my car like she always does, but almost immediately after exiting the car her path was blocked by…”“By who, Morgan?”“You probably think I’m crazy for acting like this just from Charlie talking with some girl and getting into her own car, but…” Her crying gets louder and further away. I realize sh
CharlieAs if a bolt of lightning comes down from the sky, I’m jolted awake. Instantly, I observe my surroundings. My heartbeat relaxes just a little as I realize I’m lying in Maxwell’s bed. Nonetheless, memories of last night flood my senses. I rip off the blanket and begin slapping parts of my body that should have deep gashes Henry inflicted on me. Except, my once bleeding body is healed and there’s no ounce of blood or even scars to prove the events even happened.“Maxwell,” I yell.He comes walking in, not running…walking. “Charlie, I can explain,” he says slowly.“What the hell did you do, Maxwell?” My voice is uneven from fear. I know the answer, but I don’t want to know the answer.
MaxwellWell, she took it better than I thought. She’s still not happy with how things turned out, but then again neither am I. It doesn’t take much to put a list together of things she needs to ‘vampire proof’ her house. Since I still have a few hours before Charlie comes home, I call Grace.“So what’s the new word?” Grace bellows into the phone.“I found out who was after Charlie.”“Do tell.”“Henry.”“Henry as in—” She starts to say, but I interrupt her.“Oh yes, our dear friend Henry. Turns out he blamed me for Prue killing herself to get away
CharlieAll I can remember is the look on Morgan’s face when I stopped into work yesterday. She tried her hardest to keep a neutral look. One minute she looked terrified and the next she had a wide smile across her face. Maxwell refused to let me stay any longer than a few hours, but I only made it an hour because I couldn’t stand Morgan following me around, ready for me to drop dead.As if coming home would be any better. My once bright, airy home now resembles a cave with its dark curtains and blinds. I have to have almost every single light on within the house to be able to walk the halls.“I’m going to go work on some things. I might not be able to be at the office, but Morgan is still going to need my help.” I get up and cross the room in hopes of leaving Maxwell behind, but as soon as I pass t
MaxwellCharlie’s stiff fingers curl around mine. I have to pry my hand out of hers in order for me to fetch a chair so I can sit beside her. Keeping my eyes on her lifeless body, my heart breaks as I cross the room to carry the bench to her bedside. I know she’s not dead, but seeing her like this is worse than I thought it would be.I sit on that bench or pace the room for hours in the dark. My anxiousness makes my extremities fidgety in anticipation. All I can think of is how angry she’s going to be when she wakes up. Forcing myself to stay seated, I put my head in my hands in disappointment. The blame of this whole unfortunate situation rests on my shoulders. Waiting and patience are not my strong suits, which just makes this even more unbearable.Vibrations from my phone run down the length of my leg. As qu
MaxwellThe moment I arrive at Benjaminโs, along with everyone else, I want to rush to Charlieโs room, but I stop myself. I can keep myself in check just a bit longer.โMaxwell.โ Stellaโs voice purrs behind me. She loops her arm around mine. โWill you sit with me?โโNo.โ I shake her loose.โOh, do you think itโll make you look bad. Poor Charlie dead and youโve already moved on.โI twist around to face her so fast that I catch a flinch flash across her face. โIโve not moved on and if I ever were it wouldnโt be with you.โ I look her up and down, eyes narrowed, โI donโt remember you being so miserably clingy or so stupid and naive, scrambling to pick up peieces of a life that no long exists.โI leave her standing there to search for my seat. Grace claimed she marked one for me right in front. Itโs not exactly where I want to be, front and center to the councilโs probing eyes, but once Charlie comes out, front and center will be exactly where I want to be.Benjamin does his theartics like
CharlieThree firm taps rap against the door. Iโm starting to despise these knocks. โCharlie.โ A familiar voice calls.I rush to that stupid wooden door as if it were a lifeline. โGrace.โ Her name comes out on my exhale of breath.The excitement from her arrival is short lived. โItโs almost time.โ She makes the briefest of eye contact with me before looking down the hall. Left then right and left again. โSlyvester will get you when the halls are clear.โ Before she leaves she squeezes my arm. โWeโll see you soon.โIt feels like eternity waiting for Slyvester to come get me. Are there that many people? Or do they not care for being on time? I remember those that showed up late to parties or clients that didnโt stick to the timeline. Would the council allow such a thing?The knocks that finally bang on the door are heavier than the others. I open it to reveal the doorman. He lingers in the hallway quietly waiting for me. โFollow me,โ is all he says before retreating down the hall.Iโm no
MaxwellTodayโs the day. The day that all of this ends. The day that Charlie and I can put everything behind us and move forward. Revenge for revenge, victory to be won. I know better than anyone that Charlie wonโt be able to grow as a vampire with Daisy still lurking about, with Duke still on his high horse.It ends today.Someone barges into the room once again. It only takes a second or two to figure out that itโs Grace. This time she doesnโt catch me in an awful situation. Instead of an awful situation, she catches me in an awful mood. All the hateful thoughts, all the ways I could kill Daisy float around inside my head. My decades of loathing that have piled up towards Duke. It brings out a viscous side of me. I donโt even lift my head to meet her stare.โWe have a problem.โ The panic in her voice sends a jolt through my body.โCharlie?โ I leap from the couch, my killer mood intensifies. โWhat did he do?โโBenjamin did nothing more than he already did, but this is...about Duke.โ
CharlieI would love to sit and wallow in the room all day until it was time to leave and a small part of me believes that I could. But as the rest of the day goes by and the sun sets, the longer Iโm left alone the more my mind races. Why is he leaving me alone for so long? Benjamin didnโt seem like the type to give anyone space especially after making them extremely uncomfortable.Against my better judgment, I decide to leave the confines of the room. Sneaking around the halls of the house is an excitable danger that I shouldnโt dabble with. Danger wasnโt something to toy with, especially when that danger involved Benjamin.Every corner I turn I expect to run into him, his glare and slick words that will take this as some sort of enjoyability, an invitation to include me, socialize with me, which is the last thing I want. Thereโs a darkness in him and it resides in someone else, itโs the same darkness that Maxwell had in his past and little bits are still in him today. It makes me sh
MaxwellThe knock on the door is a lifeline that I didnโt know I needed. Just the thought of Charlie alone with Benjamin this long eats away at me. How many hours has it been? How many more are left?I immediately answer it thinking itโs Grace coming back to offer dinner or lunch or whatever meal it would be or to tell sheโs going to see Charlie...maybe to tell sheโs come back from seeing Charlie, but itโs not Grace. โStella.โShe leans against the doorframe, blocking the threshold, blocking the door from being slammed shut in her face. I knew this would happen, I was just naive enough to hope it wouldnโt.โAre you going to invite me in?โ She asks as she pushes her way inside the room.โNo. Iโm not.โโThatโs fine. I invited myself in. Youโre obviously depressed and lethargic, so Iโm here to take care of you. I knew full well that I wouldnโt be taking no for an answer. You should know full well that I wouldnโt be turned away.โ She prances into the space as if she owns it. โThe Maxwell
CharlieBeing alone here is like playing house with an enemy. If youโre not watching your every move, someone is. There is no safe place. Benjamin may appear to be on our side, my side, but he only does things to benefit himself. I wonder what benefit heโll be getting from this.Hours go by with me pacing the floor after Maxwell leaves. Sitting down feels like defeat or compliance and Iโm far from complying. What was Maxwell thinking? What were either of them thinking?I debate about sending meaningless texts to Maxwell, but what use would that be. He wonโt be coming back. It gets darker and before I know it starts to gradually get lighter. The rising sun brings an ache to my bones, a restlessness that only Maxwell can get rid of.A knock lightly taps at the door snapping me out of my fog. โCharlie.โ Benjamin calls from out in the hall.I stay silent for a second, but I reluctantly let him in in the end, because where else would I be besides trapped in the room he picked for me.โI wo
Charlie As the sun rises so do I. It takes a great deal of effort to get my restless limbs to calm down. Maxwellโs arm pins me down trapping me in bed with him keeping me close, but I need to walk, I need to stretch my limbs. Slipping out from underneath him is a hard task and I wake him in the process. โWhere are you going?โ He moans, his hand groping for me. โTo do some work. Calm my mind, work my legs.โ I reply before leaning over to place a kiss on his mouth. โThereโs always work to do.โ I tease as I leave him sprawled on the bed. Being on my feet helps rid me of my restlessness and by time I drop down onto my office chair I have a newfound energy. An energy that lasts hours. It isnโt hunger or stiff joints that get me out of my chair itโs the tiny little beep of a text message. Grace: see ya tomorrow what? I reply back. Maxwell didnt tell you? youre leaving tonight when she doesnโt receive a reply back as quickly as before she sends another one oops I donโt reply back, I g
Second half of Chapter One!Maxwell While Charlieโs at work, I find myself bored. A useless human emotion. I laugh at the thought. I can hear her now, โlike a lost little puppy.โ The thought brings a smile to my face. And then an abrupt, way too loud ring that fills the room wipes it away. My phone lights up on the coffeetable. I can see Graceโs number on the screen. I answer it after the sixth ring. โWhatโs so important that it can't wait Grace?โ โWhat are you doing thatโs so important? I thought Charlie was going back to work today?โ โNothing, she is at work, but Iโm starting to despise your call, because you never seem to have anything good to say.โ โThat hurts, really...and itโs true.โ She says thoughtfully, โbecauseโ she draws out the word and takes an extremely lengthy pause, โthereโs a change in plans.โ โHow big of a change?โ Was this really necessary? What the hell is going over there? Silence. โGrace.โ I shout at her. The words quickly tumble from her mouth and at firs
Chapter One, Part One:CharlieItโs been three weeks since Maxwell has let me leave the house. Itโs been three weeks of trying to act normal. That odd, bizarre feeling of not feeling hungry, quicker reflexes, the inability to feel warm or cold. Itโs still unbearable. Even in a room packed with people I still feel...different.Weaving through strangers whose heartbeats I can hear, feel the heat from their bodies and smell every single scent in the large open room. It takes nearly all my energy to come to stand beside Morgan. โIโm here.โ I pant. She squeals with joy before throwing herself at me. โOut into the world at last. Howโs Maxwell holding up? Like a lost super cute puppy?โ I struggle to keep a smirk off my face, but I lose and it only gets wider and wider. He is lost. โHeโs fine. Bored, but fine.โ I lie. The couple of honor dance in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, friends and family surrounding them. Their slightly wrinkled skin and salt and pepper hair show their age