Brawlii

Here starts the second chapter of my story. No, I have not actually realized what the point to this story is yet. However, I can tell you one thing it is not. It is not a love story. How I hate those books of boys and girls falling madly in love with people they hate. It is age old, and most definitely pointless. I will not stoop to the level of writing a love story. Besides, I do not love. What use it love to me?

Day 8:

It was five in the morning and I went out for an early swim in the ocean. It is quite lovely out here with no one else around. The waves crash soundlessly against the shore in the early wake of the sun as I gazed lovingly into the sunrise. The only thing I love in this world is nature and the beauty that comes with it. Nothing is more breathtaking then that of nature. When no one else is around, of course.

I floated on my back as I watched the sunrise. As can be inferred, I was completely alone on the beach, and in the water. The water was cold, as could be expected, but with currents of warm water flowing around my legs every now and then. I was pretty far out into the ocean, and it enjoyed every moment of it. I was not in fear of sharks or other dangers to humanity.

An hour from now, the beach will be filled with tourist who want to surf and such. I have never quite gotten the allure of sports. If I want to do something random, why do I need to call it anything then what it really is? For instance, I do not surf, I simply ride the waves as they take me wherever they wish. So why give something so beautiful and simple a name? Names are pointless at times.

My peace was ruined shortly when, at about 5:30, I heard a loud yell of excitement and saw a figure crashing towards me. My keen eyes immediately recognized Hiyyeth. I do have more than perfect senses. I inwardly groaned. Why was he trying to make worse a vacation that he had already partially ruined.

“Angile, sweetheart, what are you doing out here all by yourself?” he asked me smiling, shaking water from his hair.

“I was enjoying the serenity of the ocean until you came along Hiyyeth,” I swam away from him, I had no desire to even look at the man. If that’s what he could call himself.

“It’s a wonderful sunrise,” he followed me, just like he did before. I sighed. Then groaned. Then sighed again. I couldn’t figure out which sound described my feelings more.

“Hiyyeth, I’m going to shore now, and then I’m going to go home where I will proceed out of my wet clothes and rest,” I went to the shore without another word. It took me but a moment to reach it. I climbed out of the water and ran to my cottage effortlessly. I decided to take an early morning jog around the city and go out to eat.

I do not need to eat. I mentioned this earlier. Food, though, is a great pleasure of mine. It is delicious, you can be sure. It helps me fit in wherever I am at and look to be of a more normal nature. Anyone finding out what I really am, or, if I tell them, will result in death to me. It is the law of our society.

I suppose I should explain to you what “our society” is. I do not know what I should and should not say about it. This book is already criminal evidence against me. No matter, I have nothing to really “live” for. If you could call what I do living. I shall explain as much as I can organize into thoughts at the end of the chapter.

I changed out of my clothes quickly. I wanted to see as much of Greece as I possibly could. It was an amazing country. My jog and my breakfast were uneventful. In fact, so was my whole day. It was spent in relaxation and peace. Tomorrow, I had decided, I would go tanning at the nude beach.

Day 9:

I have an amazing body. I am not being the least bit cocky when I say this. I have everything a man and a woman could want in a body. I have never seen someone with a better body than I have before. It is just the way of life. I suppose I should speak of my other features.

I have long, silky, gorgeous, wavy, black hair that goes down all the way down below the bottom of my ass.

When the light hits it just right you can tints of red throughout. No, it has never been dyed. My eyes are an icy blue that can freeze the hottest of things. There is no warmth in my eyes. They are cold, like me. I have a small straight nose and full lips that are a deep red. My complexion is a dark tan, that would make any girl envious. I am beauty incarnate.

Nude tanning on the beach was uneventful. I made every girl envious. I made every man swoon over me. I had 7 men (and 3 women) ask me for my phone number. I gave it to no one. Day nine went fast.

Day 10:

What a blithering idiot. I have been trying to enjoy my new found freedom from everyone and everything and here comes Hiyyeth tagging along right behind me. It was about 4 in the afternoon when we ran into each other once again.

“What are you even doing in Greece Hiyyeth?” I asked him, resigned to see him.

“Do you want honesty, Angile?” he asked.

“Well of course you blithering idiot!” I fumed.

“The council sent me here to watch over you,” his smirk was a little too big for my liking. I exploded.

“What? Lies! The council would have done no such thing! Get out of my sight you.. you.. ugh! AWAY WITH YOU!!!” I tried storming off, but he grabbed my arm. A definite mistake on his part. Although I knew. I knew the truth. I had known before, but it frustrated me even more to know I had been right after all. I was grown, and I hadn’t killed in years.

“The council needed to make sure you weren’t going to go on a killing spree in Greece,” his eyes were locked on mine.

“I don’t kill anyone but the people who try to keep me chained up. So I’d suggest you let go of my arm.” There was venom in my voice. He let go.

“Like Crennik?” Crennik. How could he know? No. He could not bring up Crennik. Crennik.. the only guy, the only person I had ever loved. I ran. I spent the rest of the day in my cottage.

The stuff I ordered online came today. I kept it in boxes.

Day 11:

I did nothing but spend the day im my cottage thinking. I will provide you with some information. The information of what I was thinking about all day.

First of all, I must tell you that I have only ever loved one person. Second of all, do not judge until you hear the whole story, but, yes, as Hiyyeth said, I murdered him.

I was 2 years old when I met a new boy that had just moved to where my family and I lived from Oregon. His name was Crennik Lovei. I loved him on first sight. It was a new experience for me, because I had never loved anyone. He was 5. We did everything together. Yet, he wasn’t high enough in ranking that my family would let me marry him instead of Hiyyeth.

When I turned 6 there came news to me that I was to witness the wedding of Crennik and Hullinnia. (Our kind marries young). We met late at night, the night before his wedding. He brought a knife with him. It is a clear memory for me.

“My dearest Angi,” that is what he called me.

“Oh, Crennik. I can’t bare the thought of you married to someone else,” I wept.

“You don’t have to Angi. I have brought a knife. I want you to kill me,” he held the knife out to me.

“Cren, I could not.” I refused to take the knife.

“You must, and then you must stay alive. You must not kill yourself. Please, it is my last wish,” I took the knife.

He kissed my lips one last time as I stole the knife into the place where his heart should have been, feeling as if it were my own, if I would have ever had one. The wondrous moon shone down on his face, illuminating him as if from the inside. It was a devastating moment for me, but for my dear Crennik, I had to do it. They found us together just like that. Our lips pressed against each other with me holding the knife in him. He was long gone by then.

I know, I know. It seems like a lot of drama for a 6 year old child. Our kind grows up fast, and most of us can take care of ourselves by the time we are 5. It is how our world works. A single tear fled down my cheek as I remembered that night. The first time I had cried since that fateful night so long ago.

Not too long after was when I became a killer. Maybe I would have learned to love my family if they hadn’t forced me to kill my only love. That’s when the arranged marriage between Hiyyeth and myself was called off. He had gotten married two years after that. I was called by the council to go witness. I went, and I laughed at the girl the entire time. After the ceremony was over I gave her my condolences.

The day before her 16th birthday she got caught “cheating” on Hiyyeth. I felt bad for Hiyyeth for all of a day. After all, he was the one that caught them. Her and a boy 5 years younger. The penalty for that was death. Hiyyeth didn’t seem to mind. They didn’t have any children or anything. He never remarried.

I cant take my mind off of Crennik. I miss him still. Dragging up those memories of Crennik and I was painful. The tears are flowing endlessly and freely now. The day is done.

Day 12:

I packed up my things. I’m taking my private jet and I’m going away from here. I will make sure Hiyyeth, or the council, or anyone for that matter can’t find me. I will miss Greece. It is an amazing country. I truly love it here. Oh well.

I have decided to go to Spain. Madrid. It sounds interesting enough. I leave day 15. I have decided to see a little more of Greece before I leave. I might as well get as much out of Greece as I can while I’m still here. I also have a plan to get rid of Hiyyeth. It should be interesting.

Day 14:

Yesterday I didn’t do much but see the sights. Today, I did the same, but I also did something more. I found Hiyyeth. I explained to him I would like to go to Italy, and I wanted him to go with me. I told him that seeing him stirred feelings in me for him I didn’t know I had. Hook, line, and sinker. He fell for it. We are “meeting tomorrow at the airport to fly to Italy together.” I’m glad I’ll have him gone.

As promised, I will explain some things. Brawlli. That is what we call ourselves. I will go over what we are again, and add some other details. Once we hit 25, we can change our appearance to any age and look we desire. We do not need to eat, sleep, or drink. We are immortal. We can only be killed by being stabbed or shot in the place where our heart should be. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing else. Even then you’d have to have incredible strength to actually make it through our tough skin. It’s almost impossible. Certainly no human could do it.

We marry young. We have kids, at least 5 each. It is the law. We have to follow the council. The council is our law. There isn’t much to say. Most Brawlli live together in a hidden valley in the mountains in the US. Some choose to live amongst humans. Those Brawlii are looked down upon. I, personally, don’t care. Now, with all of this said, we are once again at the end of the chapter.