Reflections of Insanity

P.S. Jared is known for having a slightly...odd sense of humor.  He's a vampire, he enjoys biting humans.  Has been known to take males as companions, but no, that does not make him bisexual.  The relationship is a bit peculiar, even by vampiric standards.  If you need further explanations, ask me about it.  Do not jump to the assumption that he will enter into a sexual relationship with a man "just because".

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All right. I guess it's my turn then, huh? Awesome. Jared told me not to spell out everything, but he can just stuff it. Well, here's the deal. From what I've been told, I was just three years old when my folks were attacked by some revenant vampire things, and they turned into some kinda nasty disgusting monsters.  Well, this guy came along and dusted them something righteous, then discovered little old me still in my crib, screaming my bloody head off.  Apparently I'd almost been dinner.  So, rather than leave me there to die, he took me with him.

It was weird at this dude's house, too. He never came out during the daytime, rarely ate anything, not even chocolate ice cream and strawberry vanilla cake - most awesome food on the planet, if you ask me - and always went out almost every single night and didn't come back till daylight.  The only people I saw were the other folks around the house, the butler Hollis, the sweet little maids that always called me "Sugar" and "Sweetie", and my nanny, Ms. Greta. 

I remember we traveled a lot.  The house folks always came with us; at least Hollis, Ms. Greta and the dude outside, Martin, always did.  We'd go first and the other dude would catch up later, when we'd gotten settled in our new house.  And private plane, yo.  We didn't travel with other people; we always had the planes, cars and trains to ourselves.  Apparently this guy was loaded beyond belief. 

I think I was about five when he finally started coming into my room right before I was supposed to go to bed.  At first, it freaked me out, but he was always patient and quiet.  He'd just sit there, watching me as I drifted off.  A few months later and he started reading me stories before bedtime.  I gotta say I liked it when he came to see me.  I didn't have any parents and the other people were nice to me, but it wasn't the same.  Eventually though, I learned to trust him and, because he was the only thing I really had anymore, I sorta latched onto him like he was my real dad.

Ms. Greta had told me that I was supposed to always call him "Mr. Zane" and to be extra good when he was around, but he just smiled when I told him what she'd told me and said I could call him Jared.  He started letting me come downstairs when he was home and he'd let me sit in the study with him while he worked, letting me watch television or play on the other computer.  I don't really know how it happened, but over the years we sorta turned into this little "family", with a few quirks, of course. 

For one, I've never gone to a real school.  School always comes to me.  Jared insists on private tutors who are willing to relocate, because we move everywhere.  I've lived in Istanbul, Venice, Rome, Moscow – man, I hate the cold! – Budapest, Cairo – sand, sand, sand everywhere! – Los Angeles, Seattle, and New York.  We don't stay very long; I think the longest we've stayed in one place was in Cairo, and that was only two years or so.  We usually stay "long enough for you to fill a closet with clothes," as Jared tells me sometimes.  Oh, well, a girl's gotta shop!  Especially when her dad is richer than Creosote. 

Another little weirdity – as I call it – is the fact that Jared's not exactly…normal.  Like I said before, he doesn't really do the things a normal dude does.  And there's a perfectly logical explanation for that.  Jared's a vampire.  Oh, I know, right?  "They don't exist, blah, blah, blah."  Got news for you, sports fans.  They do exist, because I happen to have one for a dad and you do not want to get in his way when he's pissed.  I've seen him put his hand through a brick wall, I swear.  And didn't have even a single bruise!  I've seen those famous fangs, too.  Scared me, I gotta say. 

But Jared's always been up front with me about it, and I respect him for that.  He's never made any secret about what he is, which I understand could get him in a lotta trouble.  They're supposed to be all hushy-hushy about it.  He's not worried, though.  From what he's told me – and granted, it's not much because he doesn't really talk about the past a lot – he can take down whatever happens to come along.  And I'm not just saying that cause he's my dad and buys me all sort of stuff whenever I want it, either.  He can be mean and cold and all evil when he has to; my whining and foot-stomping never works.  He just looks at me and eventually I feel really stupid and want to squirm.  Jared can outstare a snake, I swear.

So anyway, that's the deal.  I spend the days doing school in the morning, but the afternoons are all mine and I usually spend them burning through his credit cards in whatever city we happen to be living in.  I love shopping, probably because money's not an option.  But whatever clothes and stuff I either outgrow or don't wear anymore, Jared makes me give to United Way or something.  "Don't be wasteful, Callie Anne," he always says.  Good advice, I know, but still.  I can stay out all day after school, but Jared has one iron-clad rule; I have to be home before sundown.  It's not negotiable, flexible or even discussionable.  I only broke it once and couldn't sit down for nearly a week. 

But that's all right.  He's my dad and I love him.  He coulda let me die when I was little, but he didn't.  I don't know why; I've never asked him.  I might one day, but until then, no matter what or who else comes along, I'll be his little girl, his little Callie Anne.