nothing is meant to last ,, OPEN !

[chita ariah rodriguez]

ChiChi sighed. She shut the little leather-bound book that lay in front of her on the table. It was lunch time on the weekend, but ChiChi was not hungry. She never was. Not for this food, anyway. She ate in front of her "friends", but it did nothing for her. ChiChi sighed again and looked around. It was one of those weekends where the kids could go into Hogsmeade. ChiChi wondered how much the small town had changed since she had been here last. It was a good hundred and fifty years since she had been there, so it may have changed dramatically. ChiChi placed the small journal into her bag and got up, excusing herself from the table. She grasped the strap of her bag as it rubbed against the skin of her shoulder. It would take ChiChi some getting used to in order to fit in again at school. She needed to adjust; school now was so much different than school in the eighteen hundreds.

She made her way out of the Great Hall and looked down both ways of the corridor before proceeding. She really didn't want to run into anybody at the moment. Too many things were zooming through her mind, all at three hundred kilometers per hour. She needed to get her mind off of things. One would think that after a hundred and forty seven years, she would have that mastered, and honestly, she should have. But, she wasn't drinking human blood. She was drinking the animal stuff. It tasted almost the same, but it did not have the same benefits. Damn animals. But, it was better. ChiChi had controlled herself. She knew how much devastation vampires brought, and she did not just want to be another killer. She could not and would not be just another killer. It was as simple as that.

ChiChi had been walking the grounds, making her way to the carriages that carried students to Hogsmeade, only to find that there wasn't any there. She bit on the inside of her cheek, then decided on walking. She couldn't believe that her own brother and best friend, the two people who she thought she could trust the most, hated her guts. Like, what the hell did she do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She did nothing, and yet, here they were, hating her for almost no reason. At least none that she could think of. What could she have done? She was out of their lives for a hundred and twenty years, maybe more. So what could she have done?

The entrance of Hogsmeade. It was bustling with people of all ages: students, residents of Hogsmeade, visitors. The first difference of the day. When she was at school, ChiChi would come down here and there would be maybe twenty people tops in town. Not many people lived here at the time. ChiChi walked down the streets, seeing pubs and stores and just abandoned shops. None of it was much interest to ChiChi. She could hear all of the heartbeats, all of the rushing blood, and every single little conversation that people were having. ChiChi took a deep breath and continued to the edge of town, to where the old Worthington house was located. At least she could find some comfort there. After all, the Worthingtons were some of the nicest people in the small town.

However, when she got there, the house was abandoned. What happened? The Worthingtons were such a strong, independent family. Hell, they grew their own food. So what had happened? ChiChi furrowed her brows in confusion and made her way to the front of the house. She knocked on the door. Maybe it was not as abandoned as it looked. When she knocked, the door creaked open. ChiChi looked down at the threshold of the door. Well, she would be able to tell if anything was living here if she just..

ChiChi stepped over the threshold. So that proved it, nothing was living here. That did not entirely mean that there was nothing there. There could be anything there from werewolves to other vampires to ghosts. "Hello?" she asked, hating the feeling of thinking something could be in here that she couldn't detect. ChiChi stood completely still for a second before she proceeded, trying to hear whatever she could, but nothing. She sighed. She was getting spooked for nothing. She chuckled and continued up the stairs. There was a recliner sitting in the corner, and ChiChi sat down in it, not before brushing the dust off of it. She sat there, and thought. About nothing, and about everything. She couldn't not think. It was either about school, Damien, blood, Jeremy, or just what she was hearing. Speaking of hearing things..

ChiChi sat upright, ears alert. There was footsteps right outside of the door. "Hello?" she asked for the second time in five minutes. No answer. She got up and ran with unhuman-like speed toward the staircase. "Anybody there?"

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