Rimara Enudo's Story

Oscar sighed heavily. She had always been difficult. She was honest and emotional and direct. He couldn't tell her what to do. He couldn't tell her how to feel. He couldn't control her and the most frustrating part was that he didn't want to. He just wanted to touch her, to kiss her. When she brought up his longevity, it felt like a hit to the chest. He pulled her closer, resting his hands on her stomach, holding her tightly. What she didn't understand was that he had to live the rest of his damn life without her. It didn't matter how long she lived. Eventually she would wither into an old woman and die, and Oscar would still be there, without her. A short life span would be preferable to watching the people he loved die.

"What do you want from me, Rimmie? I can't change things," he said, finally letting her go. "You know this is how it has to be. Come on, you'll feel better in the morning," He took her by the hand and headed for the house. He looked up at the front door and knew he was heading into trouble. Maybe he needed a drink too. "I'll make you warm milk and whatever it is you people use to go to sleep..." he chuckled, "Put a little vodka in there. That'll put you to sleep,"

"I'm not just protecting you..." he started but he didn't know how to finish. Everything he could say just sounded selfish and maybe it was. As they went inside, he took off his coat. The house looked just as he remembered it. He couldn't imagine her leaving. It was fine if he was gone, as long as he could come back and still see her there. But that was the problem... she wouldn't always be there.

He paused in front of the pictures hanging on the wall. Happy faces, beautiful faces, a family in moments and one by one, they were gone. He heard her rustling in the kitchen and went in to check on her. She was unsuccessfully trying to open a bottle. "You need to sleep," he said but she didn't seem to be paying attention. As she rested her head against the counter, he couldn't help shake his head. Oscar took her arm and leaned it against his shoulder as he lifted her up in his arms. She felt light in his arms and warm. He carried her into her room and placed her gently on the bed. With a heavy sigh, he sat by her feet, sliding off her shoes.

Oscar knew he should leave. Everything was telling him too. It wasn't logical to stay. She would be fine on her own. She would get over her grief and get over him. Humans bounced back. It was their best trait. But in the back of his mind he thought, she might need me... So he continued to sit there, watching her, arguing with himself. She didn't need him. She was just lonely. But as often as he said it, he couldn't quite get himself to believe it.

He spent too long sitting there, watching her rest. He began stroking her hair, listening to her soft breath. He kept telling himself to leave. Oscar had other things to worry about. Finding the new mayor, keeping the town on an even keel... Worrying about Rimara wasn't part of it. But she always had a way of keeping herself present in his mind. When he was sure she was asleep, he pulled himself away.

He needed air. He needed to think. Oscar went into the kitchen and found the bottle waiting for him. It was better in his hands than hers. He popped off the top with ease and took a drink. It burned down his throat but it made things just a little easier. Oscar leaned against the kitchen doorway, taking another sip. The house was quiet and still. Life was leaving it little by little. If Rimara left, it would stand like a skeleton. It wouldn't matter who else lived here. It would always be hers.

An idea swelled into his head as the alcohol muddled his brain. It was a selfish idea. It was desperate. But that never stopped him. He slowly made his way into the bedroom and stood over her. Even in sleep she looked haunted. With the back of his hand, he caressed her cheek and softly spoke the words of a binding spell. He would make sure she never left. He needed her. And as with many binding spells, he sealed it with a kiss on her sleeping lips.

He walked away, bottle in hand. It wasn't right or fair to her, he knew that. Hopefully she would never find out. He left his coat behind as he left. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't trust himself enough to stay.

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Parking his car at the bar his mother owns, which wasn't far from the town square. He adjusted his hair, he cannot look out of order like he did this morning. No one should think that he can't control his urges. He finally got out of his car, and headed towards the town square. He noticed that although people were there it seemed a bit empty. Maybe it was all the negative energy, and their grief over the dead human body that was rotting in the cemetery. He didn't want to seem rude, but how does one pretend to like someone they never did.

He approached the square and decided to make way to the table with the drinks, he sure could use a drink right now. He's stressed out right now and some alcohol would loosen him up a bit. He walked in an elegant way, being alive for over ninety-seven years gave him reason to, he doesn't want to come off as some twenty year old who doesn't know what he's doing. Although he clearly looks like one, if you don't know him. Taking a cup he filled it with some whiskey and downed it in seconds, and then poured himself another full cup before moving away from the table and ascending the stairs of the gazebo that stood in the center of the square.

Finn wanted to observe, he saw Ula and Oscar pouring some drinks at one table, and Rosa with Arturo talking to some people, some humans, passing by the town. He saw Rimara from a distance, she looked like she wasn't ready to go to an event like this. He was right in his assumption when he saw her going away from the town square.

Another urge hit him, as he though about Rimara being the only human that lived in this hell hole. If only she wasn't so nice and innocent for him to hurt. He wished that more humans lived in this supernatural infested town. He looked over to the car that was still there, and saw a young guy's head pop into view. A beautiful young nerdy guy, who probably had sweet tasting blood. He shook at the thought that popped into his head. He mustn't think of blood right now, especially not human.

He groaned as he faced away from the car and mumbled, "Crap, Crap! Just what I needed a new HUMAN family stopping by. It'd be nice if they stayed for a while, but who knows how long I'll control myself with that sweet thing around." Finn knew how to take care of his urges, but if this family did stay for long he would have these urges more often. Then again, this town is lacking humans. Downing his second cup of whiskey he needed a distraction.

He left the gazebo, and was about to approach Ula, but it seemed as if she was too distressed, so he decided to leave her alone. Now he was left alone with Rosa and Arturo who were still hanging around the humans. He wondered how long he had to be present at this thing, before it was considered he officially attended the event.