Chapter 15: Doubts and Regrets
“Dinner!” Grampy called everyone to the dining area with a long table, long enough to fit everyone, including the three animals.
Everyone got there first, while Miranda slowly walked into the dining area.
“Princess Miranda, sit here!” Flea offered a seat between him and Grampy, as she nodded and sat down.
“Princess?” Marco called as he held a plate of chicken in his hand, “Do you want some chicken?” he asked.
“No thank you, I'm a vegetarian.” Miranda politely refused as Marco nodded and gone to another person.
“Movan, give the princess some salad, and only salad.” Marco called out as Movan looked up at his brother while holding a bowl of Ceaser Salad.
“Why?” Movan rose an eyebrow.
“Because the princess has told me personally that she is a vegetarian.”
“What's a vegetarian?” Movan asked, scratching his hair in confusion.
“Someone who takes care of pets.” Flea answered.
“No, no...that's a veternarian, Flea.” Arthur corrected.
“Ah...so she must be a vegan.” Grampy added when Miranda and Sonny looked up with confusion.
“Wait a minute! You're a vegan?! Since when did you stop drinking milk?” Sonny questioned as he half-smiled, when Marcy placed her hand on his shoulder.
“A vegan is a person who doesn't eat or drink any dairy product.” Marcy corrected.
“Enough!” Miranda shouted at the top of her lungs when everyone looked at her.
“A vegetarian is a person who only eats fruits and vegetables, and they cannot and absolutely not eat anything with a face. And yes, I still drink milk.” Miranda explained as she hid her head under her arms.
“See Flea, I told you she wasn't a vampire!” Movan slapped Flea at the side of the head.
“Okay, okay! You don't need to slap me for it!”
“Can we eat now?” Sierra whined as she slammed her knife and fork against the table.
Miguel looked behind him to find Sam climbing down the stairs into the dining room, rubbing his eye and yawned.
“Hey sleeping beauty, how'd you sleep?” Annie smiled as she pulled out a seat for him beside her as he sat down.
“This place is so big, I almost got lost trying to get here.” Sam explained when Annie giggled innocently.
Grampy looked to his right to a closet with words painted “Firewood,” he could see the closet door half open, and only a little bit of wood left.
“Tomorrow morning, we need to get some firewood to get this here boat a goin'.” Grampy announced as the group looked up at him.
Glen raised his wing, “Me, Patti, and Tommy will find some wood for you.”
“Glen, what are you doing? We're too small to lift wood by ourselves. The three of us know that, don't we?” Tommy reminded, when Patti stood between the two.
“Oh honey, I remember you saying something like that about Miranda's birthday present. But we did it anyway, didn't we? And it came out fantastic. If we can make a good birthday present, we can certainly pick up a few pieces of wood.” Patti remembered when Tommy placed his thumb on his mouth.
“Hmm...you do make a good point Patti. In that case I'm in.” Tommy agreed when he nodded his head.
Patti looked up to her right at Miranda, who wore a sad expression on her face, and was only eating little bits of her food.
“What's wrong, Rinny?” Patti queried when the princess looked down at the porcupine.
Miranda sighed, then took another small bite of her food, “It's nothing.”
Despite the answer, the porcupine could see the sadness on her face.
“Is it because everyone was asking what a vegetarian was? It's nothing to feel sad about, everyone was just having a little fun.” Patti reassured her, making Miranda smile for a moment, before letting out a another sigh.
“Patti, I'm alright.” she said.
Marcy could see the sadness in Miranda's eyes, the same sadness she saw when they where going back inside the boat.
She leaned over to Annie and whispered in her ear, “Annie, I think something's wrong with your cousin.”
Annie's eyes widened, and she then looked at her sad cousin.
“What for?” she questioned.
Miguel, who sat across from her, could also see the sadness in Miranda's eyes.
“Rin, are you okay?” he asked when Miranda looked up at him.
“Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?” she chuckled nervously when she looked back at her salad.
“You barely ate your food.” Miguel pointed his fork at her food, which had only a few salad leaves eaten.
“I guess I'm not too hungry...” Miranda soon replied.
Miguel stared at her with a worried expression on his face.
According to the clock, it was past two in the morning.
Miranda tossed and turned in her bed, hid her head under her pillow, even counted sheep.
But she could not get some sleep.
So she slowly rose up from the bed.
She was tired, but yet something is forcing her to stay awake.
She then thought, “Those poor people needed my help and I just left them behind. I shouldn't have listened to Annie, that way we could've stopped Bulger and saved them.”
Miranda slid off her bed and sat on the ground, holding her knees against her chest.
All of her life, she only thought about what was right for her friends and family, and worried about the smallest chances of Thanatos finding her again.
And most of all, being the last human girl in the world.
Oh how wrong she was.
Ever since she left Botta Hill, she began to feel doubt within herself, something she never felt before.
She then looked up at a painting of a woman holding a baby in her arms.
“What would you do if you regret something?” she questioned.
“Look towards the brightside.” someone answered in her mind, when she shot up in surprise within the next second.
She turned to the direction of the bedroom door to spot Patti standing there in between Glen and Tommy.
Miranda smiled at the three as they walked into the room.
“Patti told us you weren't feeling too good during dinner.” Glen mentioned as he climbed onto the bed and sat down.
“Can you explain to us, Miranda?” Tommy requested.
Miranda turned and thought if she was ready to explain her troubles to her friends, then turned with a worried expression on her face.
“Okay...okay...you guys deserve to know.” she said.
“As do we.” another voice was heard when the four looked up at the door.
It revealed to be Annie and Miguel, who also wanted to know why Miranda was depressed.
They sat beside her.
“Do you guys remember Botta Hill?” Miranda reminded when the group nodded.
“Well, those people needed us, and we put them in danger.”
Annie looked at Miguel for a moment before looking back at her cousin.
“Miranda, I know you care for your people, and I like that. But they can help themselves. They are strong like us.” Annie encouraged as she put her arm over Miranda's shoulders.
“But not strong enough to face Thanatos's wrath.” Miranda replied as she held her knees against her chest.
“What are you saying?” Tommy questioned with a sad look on his face.
“I just...don't want them to suffer the same fate as my people did in the Massacre.”
“Honey, I'm really sorry you feel this way. But you need to let go of the bad things in the past and focus on the good things in the future.” Patti told.
Miranda looked up at the group with a smile forming on her face, and wiped her tears.
“I guess you're right.”
“That's my girl.” Miguel smiled as he hugged her.
Annie joined in the hug group, so did Glen and Tommy.
Patti was the last to join the group hug, inadvertently pricking Annie with her quills.
Marcy tiptoed into the kitchen while it's still dark.
She carried a small bag with her.
She tiptoed to a nearest chair and sat down.
Marcy took out a loaf of bread, canned meat, and a small bottle filled with light blue liquid lighting up where she sat.
She quickly made a sandwich for herself and grabbed her bottle.
She pulled the cork to the bottle and slowly tipped it over until a single drop of the liquid was poured onto the sandwich, making it light up for a second before returning to it's normal state.
Looking around to see if anyone was coming, she quickly shoved the bottle into her bag.
Marcy was about to take a bite of her sandwich, when at the corner of her eye she saw a bright light coming from the doorway.
“Marcy, what are you doing up so late?” a voice asked as Marcy looked up.
It was Sonny, holding a candlebra in his hand.
“Why are you up?” Marcy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I had a nightmare, and I wanted to get a drink of water. Then I saw a bright blue light coming from the kitchen, so I had to check it out. What were you doing in here?” Sonny asked as he put the candlebra onto a table.
Marcy looked at him with an embarrassed expression, “Oh my god he found out.” she thought to herself in panic.
“Would you care to tell me?” Sonny requested.
Marcy let out a sigh, “I'll tell you as long as you don't tell anyone else. Only Giles and I know of this.”
“So it's a secret, right?”
“Yes, just between you, me, and my brother. Do you promise not to tell anyone else about this?” Marcy asked as she lifted up her small pinky finger.
Sonny did the same thing with his finger and hooked it around Marcy's finger.
“Yes.” he answered when he pulled his hand away from hers.
Marcy grabbed her bag and grabbed the small bottle, holding it up for Sonny to see.
“This small bottle contains my medicene. This is only for vampires who were bitten by other vampires to stop them from going beserk with bloodlust. And you probably knew that I was a vampire when I scared Quintin with my teeth, right?”
“Wait that was you? I thought that guy got scared by his own shadow.” the elf laughed as he raised his hand.
Marcy gave Sonny a high-five.
“Back to the topic. I have to take the smallest drop possible with a sandwich every tweleve hours, every morning and every night.”
“Wow, that must've suck to eat the same thing every morning now is it?”
“Not really, I learned to get used to the same taste of canned meat.”
“You could've just added that potion with your dinner.”
“I can't do that, if anyone saw me do that...they would think that I'm weird.” Marcy said when the elf put his hands on her's.
“Marcy, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Do you see me think that this is weird?”
“No,” she answered.
“Then if the others ever found out, then they won't think it's weird either.”
Marcy looked up, “You really think so?”
Sonny froze, then chuckled apologetically, “Actually, I'm not sure how they're going to react to this.”
Marcy rose an eyebrow before Sonny finished, “But we don't know that yet.”
Sonny gave himself a facepalm, “Oh god, what am I saying? I can't talk to girls who are pretty as you are. What! I mean, who are nice as you are.”
Marcy chuckled, “That's okay. But can I ask you something?”
“Do you notice anything different about ourselves?” Marcy asked.
Sonny thought about it for a moment before answering, “Well first off, you are a vampire, and I'm an elf. You are the most mature person I know in my opinion, and I act like a child.”
“So, you don't point out our skin colour, right?” Marcy asked as she looked at her hands.
“I was going to answer that first, but then I thought it would be rude to point that out.”
Marcy placed her head on her jaws and explained, “All my life, I was treated poorly because of my dark skin. When I walked the streets, people would holler, “Go back to where you belong, slave!” Even when I was training to fight, my teachers treated me differently than the others.”
Sonny stared at her with sadness, “I know how you feel then. I used to get picked on because of how large my ears were, and my blue skin. Back when I was little, before the Massacre happened, the bigger boys from the neighborhood used to kick me down and beat me up until I was bruised up like an apple. All because of my blue skin and large ears.”
“We do have something in common.” Marcy smiled.
“Yeah, I guess we do.” Sonny agreed.
“I don't think you're childish.”
“You don't?” Sonny's ears shot up in surprise.
“I think you're the most sweetest person ever.”