Misplaced

"He kept on talking, but his words faded away. They were drowned in the loud buzzing in the back of my head.
“Caleb” I meant to say his name normally, but my voice sounded weak and shaky. The room shifted and turned, my head was spinning and my stomach dropped.
“Rose, are you okay?”
I blinked once, twice, thrice, but it didn't help. I reached for the coke but didn't have the strength to lift it. I fell backwards against the floor, but through I could hear the bump in my skull, I didn't feel the pain. I could no longer hear Caleb talking to me, but I watched his face as the edges of my vision darkened until I could see nothing but utter blackness"

After a sudden blackout, sarcastic occult-fan 'Alyce with a Y' finds herself somewhere very far away from home, discovering truths about herself she'd never thought possible.

(Tilmeldt Fantasy-konkurrencen, valgmulighed 1)

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1. That's not my name

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be”

 

I made a dog ear in Bram Stokers 'Dracula' and threw the book on my bed. Today was vampire-day. I'd decided that the moment my parents left the house. They didn't like me getting carried away with that kind of 'supernatural nonsense' and though I could easily hide in my room all day, simply their presence made it impossible for me to daydream the way I could when I was alone. For example, before I lounged on my bed reading 'Dracula', I'd spent an hour dreaming about a past lifetime where I lived in a huge gothic palace as the wife of a handsome Vampire Prince. Who – besides my mother - wouldn't want that?

“Rosie, are you home?” I heard my brother, Caleb, call from downstairs. I dreaded moments like this one when my two years older brother came home in perfect timing to spoil my alone time. I could hear his footsteps on the stairs and I covered my head beneath my pillow to block out the sound. I didn't want to talk to him. Not now, not ever.

“There you are, sis”

I lifted my head reluctantly, meeting his teasing gaze.

“What are you wearing?” he asked with a laugh. I looked at my clothes. I was wearing tight, long sleeved velour blouse with a black double skirt; a short, thick part ending just short of my knees, and a floor-length transparent part over. My fingers were covered in rings. Two skulls, three roses and a big, black cross.

“Let me guess... Corpse day?” Caleb tried, his eyes alive with humor.

“Vampire day” I corrected, “now get out of my room”

He extended an arm and wiped away a bit of dark red lipstick I must have smudged when I buried my head before.

“Whatever you say, Rosie”

“Don't call me that” I sneered. His grin widened.

“What, Rosie?”

“Yes, moron! That's not my name!”

“No, of course not, Vampirella” he chuckled.

“Urgh!” I shouted at him, wishing he would go away.

“Selene?”

“NO!”

“Drusilla?”

“No, shut up and leave me alone!” I growled, leaving the room to escape downstairs.

“Elisabeth?” he yelled after me. I stopped mid-stair.

“Who the hell is Elisabeth?” I asked.

“Elisabeth Nodosheen, stupid” he answered, mimicking the tone I'd used just before, “from Countess Dracula. You of all people should know your vampire movies”

“Oh please” I continued down the stairs, “Countess Dracula wasn't actually a vampire, she just bathed in blood. And the movie was just an extended version of what might really have happened in Hungary, you know” I'd reached the bottom of the stairs and took a left into the kitchen where I grabbed a can of Diet Coke from the fridge. Caleb was right behind me. “That's a far more interesting story” I babbled, “I mean, imagine a real living person killing hundreds of innocent girls to bathe in their blood! Her name was Erzsébet Báthory, by the way”

Caleb's silence made me turn to look at him, and the size of his grin made me realize I'd forgotten who I was talking to for a second.

“Gosh sis, you're such a weirdo” he laughed, messing up my hair. I pushed his hand away. He winked at me before strolling into the living room.

“Oh, and Rosie?”

“Yes?” I said sulkily. His grin broke out again.

“See, you actually answer to that name! Never mind, toss me one of those?” I nodded towards the can of Coke I was holding. I grabbed another one from the fridge and threw it to him.

“Thanks sis, love ya!” he yelled, already halfway to throwing himself in front of the television.

“Whatever” I mumbled, before walking back up the stairs. My name is not any of those things, in case you didn't get the vampire-references. My real name is Alyce Rosalind Llewellyn, commonly introduced as 'Alyce with a Y'. I'm seventeen years old, and I have the most boring life ever. Or at least, it used to be.

 

Caleb stormed into my room around 7 PM with a pizza in one hand and two cans of Diet Coke balanced in the other.

“Hey sis, dinnertime!” he announced cheerily. I looked up from the pages of my book.

“Why are you so happy?” I asked, watching him remove the covers from my bed and arranging them on the floor before placing the pizza and cans in the middle.

“I'm just excited to spend some quality time with my favorite sister” he said, sitting down next to the pizza and pointing to the empty space on the other side of it.“Sit down”

I sat down, keeping a skeptical eye on my older brother. “What to you want?” I asked.

“What do I want?” he repeated, mouth full of the first slice of pizza. I popped one of the cans and took a big slurp, waiting for him to swallow.

“I don't want anything, I ju-”

“Enough with the BS, Caleb” I interrupted “just tell me what you want”

He smiled cockily, but for a moment his eyes held something else. He looked... Hurt.

“Okay look” he said, “Mike and Tyler are coming over tonight, and we wanted to...” He kept on talking, but his words faded away. They were drowned in a loud buzzing sound in the back of my head.

“Caleb” - I meant to say his name normally, but my voice sounded weak and shaky. The room shifted and turned, my head was spinning and my stomach dropped.

“Rose, are you okay?”

I blinked once, twice, thrice, but it didn't help. I reached for the coke but didn't have the strength to lift it. I fell backwards against the floor, but though I could hear the bump in my skull, I didn't feel the pain. I could no longer hear Caleb talking to me, but I watched his face as the edges of my vision darkened until I could see nothing but utter blackness.

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