I'm Never Changing

Alex’s POV:

Okay today hasn’t been the best of days I concluded as Nixon stormed off into the distance. I felt horrible. I knew it was completely my fault, but I forgot I still had my phone in my pocket. How was I supposed to know it was going to ring at that specific time? Slumping down the wall I let my head fall in my hands.

On top off all this shit I now have the guilt sitting heavy on my shoulders about this whole situation. I didn’t even bother stopping the tears this time, I couldn’t give a fuck at the moment. Bill came over and sat beside me nudging my hair with his nose. Sighing I looked up at him with bleary eyes.

“I screwed up didn’t I?” the bitter sweet lump in my throat caused my voice to waver making me sound and look even more pathetic. He shook his head, his crimson eyes deadly serious, hauntingly piercing.

“Nixon’s just stressed, leave him be for awhile. Once he’s fed he’ll realise yelling at you wasn’t going to solve anything.” The words seemed to ease me slightly. Bill always knew what to say in situations like this. Sniffling a little I still felt pretty crap about the whole thing, I decided I needed an outlet and Jack was my first thought.

“I’m going to go phone my friend, I’ll be back soon.” Getting up with stained cheeks I stumbled out into the bitter winds. For some reason it felt reassuring also the thought of talking to someone normal definitely added to that. The darkness surrounding the forest was oddly still and calm for once, a stark contrast to the usual constant nocturnal activity that happened nightly. Choosing that a boulder near the cave was my best bet at privacy I sat down whilst hitting the redial button feeling a little anxious.

What if Jack doesn’t want to talk to me? I don’t blame him, I’ve been ignoring him for the past 2 days. But Nixon said I had to forget about everyone back at home, apparently my life belongs here in the immortal world. Well it sure doesn’t feel like that at the moment. The dial up tone seemed endless, it always does in times like this. However after one more ring I heard the voice I craved.

“Alex? What the hell is going on with you?” His voice sounded either excited or just flat out annoyed, judging by his words I think it was the latter. I was praying that I wouldn’t end up like this but my tear ducts betrayed me. He obviously caught on to my lame attempts at covering it up, he always knows when I’m hiding something.

“Lex? Seriously are you alright?” Rubbing furiously at my eyes with my sleeve I gulped,

“Y-yeah, I’m um okay I guess, how are y-you dude?” From the sounds at the other end I was guessing he was in his living room as I could hear his mother clattering around the kitchen in the distance.

“I’m fine, I would be better if I knew what the hell happened to you! Your parents are going ape shit, they think you’ve been abducted.” I squeezed my eyes shut at the images that threatened my mind. The house must have looked ransacked from when I ran away, doors smashed down and everything messed up. It only hit me then at how far this has gone. Not only do my friends and family think I’m dead but I’m probably never going to see them again anyway.

“Look I can’t say much at the moment, J-just tell my parents that I’m safe and t-that I love them alright?” He was having none of it, I sounded more like a kidnap victim at the moment. Maybe phoning home was a bad idea, it only served as a reminder that my life will never be the same again.

“I will, although it has little reassurance when they have no idea where you are. When are you coming back Alex?” That was the question that constantly hung in my mind, which would probably only have one answer. Never.

“Honestly Jack, I don’t have the faintest idea. I might not be able to phone for awhile, so if I don’t call back know that miss you and Rian a lot.” The noise on the other end of the line intensified most probably his sister yelling at him. I swear I heard his breath waver as he replied,

“I miss you too.” Yeah the tears were back in full force now, although my attention was suddenly captured by something else. Amongst the shadows the familiar form of Nixon stirred a stony look plastered across his face.

That wasn’t the only thing there, long streaks of blood was smeared around his mouth, his eyes noticeably lighter. He still looked like he was in an unfathomable mood, and the sight of me on the phone didn’t ease that either. So with a small mumble I said my goodbyes to Jack for probably the last time.