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20 June 2008 @ 11:59 pm
A Restless Night  
Alright, I knew this wouldn't be easy and it wouldn't be something I'm used to, but it shouldn't be this hard.

A lot of people might think that this is perfectly acceptable and it probably is for most people. There's just one problem with that. I'm not most people. I'm not even like most witches.

This is what society considers a normal life. Oh yes, it is fine for many, but not for me. The longest I stayed anywhere was at school and I was away from it during summer vacation. Or I might have gone stir crazy.

Of course, I might be going stir crazy here. I have wandered every room of the house a number of times and nothing is really catching my interest. I feel that the longer I stay here, the worse it is getting. I don't know if it is because I have been stuck in this house or because every day I am here, I know Lesandra is out there, waiting. For such an unbalanced witch, she certainly has the patience to get what she wants. If her e-mail is any indication, what she wants is to cause me pain and eventually kill me.

I pace my room, even though it's at night. I think I her Nicolas up, but I really don't want a repeat of last time. What is it about him that is so infuriating. Nina was never this difficult, even when she was upset about missing her family.

As my bare feet tread through the carpeting, I take out my well worn deck of playing cards and start to shuffle. The sound is a familiar soothing one that helps me stay calm. More than anything, I would like a card game. However, I am not about to ask Nicolas or his kid.

Sighing, frustrated, I sit down on the bed. It's nice to have a room of my own and the choice of unpacking or not, but I know I can't stay. Lesandra will show up eventually, no matter how secure the wards are. It's just a matter of time. Also, if I stay too long, it will be like I am making this place a home and I am not. I have to keep moving, one step ahead of the law or in this case, insane witches.

I glance at the closed door when I hear footsteps. It must be Nicolas. I hear him pause outside the door and I wait for him to say something. I'm already running through comeback lines in my head. However, he says nothing and I hear his footsteps as they grow fainter, going back to his room.

Without much else to do, short of some hacking I have done, my major source of amusement is battling wits with Nicolas. As frustrating as he is, he is good enough with that to be considered a rival.

I lay back on the bed. I should try to get some sleep if we're going to continue our bantering tomorrow.
 
 
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