9 Thanksgiving

I was sitting down in the library room with Vincent. We were making paper turkeys using our hands. It made me think of the times when we were younger. We prefer to make our decorations instead of buying them. It made the holiday more special for us. I finished making about 30 of them and Vincent made around 50. He was quick like always and somehow made them all perfect like the neat perfectionist he is. Vincent looked at me and gave me a warm smile as he held all of his creations in his hands "Do you like them?" he asked. I nodded softly "of course I do. They look much better than mine". Vincent chuckles and placed his turkeys on the table before getting up and coming to my side "Yours look fine, you just need to learn how to cut correctly and not like a child" he teased. I gave a soft sigh "I'm trying Vincent".

"Easy enough" he added quickly and came from behind me, wrapping his arms around my body. Instead of a hug, he held my hands in his and helped me cut out the perfect turkey. Although my mind was somewhere else, I was very tense. His chest pressed against my back, his icy hands touching mine, and his breath softly grazing my ears. I was in a trance with no way out, I lost track of reality and went into another world inside my head. I can't tell if the other is doing this to me on purpose or genuinely trying to help me. Knowing how innocent Vincent was, he was most likely genuinely helping me without realizing what he was doing. I think that's another reason I love him. He acts with his heart more than his head, he does things because he wants to and he always puts others first.

"See, look, it's perfect now," Vincent said in his soft voice and pulled away. Once again, I longed to be held once more. Why does every close moment I have with him end so quickly? These are the moments I cherish the most anyway, so in my head, the situation replays every night. I clear my throat and nod "Yeah your right! It's wonderful, you are amazing at arts in crafts. Have you ever wanted to pursue something in that field when you were younger?" I asked, actually curious to know his answer. He walked over to the other side of the table and sat down quietly, as if he was thinking hard. He tilted his head to the side and placed his right arm on the table, sitting in a more comfortable position "Well... I have never really thought about painting or creating things, but I was always very fascinated with putting things together, like my daily outfits." He then placed his other hand on the table and laid his head gently on top. He was now sitting in a more comfortable position than before "What about you Sky?" he asked me.

I was a little surprised at how he turned my question back to me. I have never really thought about what I wanted to be. I have always been poor compared to Vincent and barely had money to go to school. I always played, and that's all I ever wanted to do, so the thought of growing to be someone was never on my mind. I probably wouldn't even have enough money to go to college, anyway. If I have never met Vincent, I would have grown to be a nobody and never truly find what I would want to be... "Sky?" I heard his sweet voice and came out of my thoughts. I looked over at him and smiled "I never really dreamed to be anything when I was younger. I did always want to look pretty like my mother, but that can't be a career, can it?" I chuckled.

Vincent gave a small laugh "I think you are beautiful" He smiled "What would you like to be now that you are older?". I was blushing big time, Vincent said I was beautiful. I wonder if that's how he truly sees me. I wish he could just tell me if he liked me instead of giving me false ideas... Maybe I am the one doing this to myself. Love is too confusing to me... I placed my head on the table "Sky, are you okay? I didn't mean to make you overthink. I was just wondering since you seem to be very into fixing things." he said. I lifted my head and looked at his pale face and soft smile "I'm fine and yeah, I'm really into technology. Maybe that's what I want to be, someone who fixes things and makes things work" I said to him.

Vincent pushed his hair out of his face and smiled some more. He seemed happy that I have found something I would like to do "Let's start putting up the decorations, I know the dinner will be ready soon~ I made sure they made everything you like!" He said as he stood up quickly, grabbing all the turkeys. I watched him walk out of the room and I sighed softly to myself. I didn't want to get up, I had so much on my mind and my heart ached. I should be used to this feeling by now, but I'm not. I soon got up tiredly and made my way out of the room and into the dining room, where I saw Vincent hanging up the turkeys. He had a big smile on his face that warmed my heart up completely. Every time I am around him, all my sadness and worry disappear, but once he is gone, I remember how he is never really mine.

Vincent looked over to me and excitedly sat down at the table while I sat down beside him. Vincent always sat at the end of the long table to show he is the owner of the house, at least that's what he told me. The cooks come out of the kitchen and placed all the food on the table. Once Vincent clapped his hands together, every worker in the mansion came and sat down with smiles across their faces. I enjoyed thanksgiving in the mansion and how everyone came together like this. It was a pleasant feeling to be around everyone who cared for you, but I don't think the maids care. They have always been giving me glares for the longest. Vincent smiled "It's time to feast!" he yelled to reach the people at the end of the table.

The room was quiet, but only for a second, then everyone seemed to talk at once. Chatter filled the room while Vincent and I stayed out of their conversations. Vincent's plate was full of sweets while they filled mine with veggies and meats. I felt bad that Vincent couldn't enjoy real human food, but he seemed happy the way he was. I would be happy if I could eat sweets at the time and not gain a pound. I started eating and Vincent placed his hand on top of mine that laid on the table. He leaned closer and spoke in a quiet voice "After dinner, meet me in my room" he said as he slowly lifted his hand off mine. He seemed serious, and it concerned me. Was something wrong? Did I make a mistake? What did I do? It filled me with worry and because of that, it was hard for me to enjoy my wonderful meal.

Once the dinner was over, Vincent was the first to leave the room. I stayed longer to help clean up. I mostly did it because I was nervous to talk with Vincent. After I did my part, I walked up the stairs and knocked upon Vincent's door. The door opened quickly, and I was pulled instead. He shut the door behind me and pulled me over to his bed "I'm starving" he winked. Suddenly I felt relieved. I am so happy that it wasn't anything very serious. He sat down beside me and pulled me onto his lap. He made my legs wrap around him and this feeling was coming over me again. It was too hard to handle to face him in this position. It was embarrassing. I put my chin on his shoulders so I didn't have to look at him. I felt his breath on my neck as it sent chills down my spine. My face becomes redder each moment I was in this situation. If he didn't hurry up, then something down below was going to act up.

I felt his hands hold on to my sides, in response I wrapped my arms around his neck. I suddenly felt a slight pain in my neck that quickly turned to pleasure. It was becoming harder for me to give my blood to Vincent because of this feeling. It's not like I could stop, his life was in my hands. I could feel his icy hands wander and slowly make its way up my chest. I pushed my head further into his neck, trying to hide any feelings and try not to make a single sound. Then we both heard a knock on the door. This always ruined our moments like this. I could hear Vicent grunt and pulled away from my neck. I was going to get off his lap, but he clenched me as if he didn't want me to go yet. "Come in," Vincent said in an annoyed tone. A maid walked in "Sir, it's time to do the honors. It's exactly midnight" the maid told us and then walked out. Vincent looked at me as he whipped the blood off his mouth "Sorry Sky, um.. you should rest here. I'll be back" he gently laid me on the bed and walked out of the room.

I looked at the ceiling in disbelief. Vincent was making some moves, he usually never does. Does this mean something? I looked over at the door and sighed. Every year on Thanksgiving at midnight, Vincent would go off and tell me to stay in my room. I respect him so I never disobey. I'm sure it is something private and he will tell me when he is ready. I buried my face in his pillow and covered it up under his blankets. Before I knew it, I fell into dreamland once more.