4bidden Social

When: Monday, Week 13, Morning
What: Text Message
Who: Bastien and Colette

>>Are you going to tell me why you're being so quiet lately?
>>You've been giving me the cold shoulder since the experiment that turned me human.
>>Why?

[Week 8, MonsT afternoon]
[type: text messages]

[Klaus]

>>You've been quiet lately. Is everything going well?
>>We should go out for a drink soon.

[Colette]

>>I'm bored at work.
>>Sometimes researching old paintings is boring.
>>You should come and entertain me, pet.

[Week 1; Thursday the 16th 3:00pm]

Jet lag is a real pain. I've been in the States a few days and I'm still exhausted. I know it's the middle of the day, but I'd much rather be curled under my covers right now.

[week 1; Thursday, morning. italics in French.]

I don't think I'll ever stop missing Paris. I am an outcast here and it makes me feel helpless to be so far from home. Still, I'll try to make the best of it and learn.

edit: And remember I have to use English.

[Week 1; Friday Morning]
Type: Pixie's Mommy Blog; Open

My daughter came home yesterday! Whoo! I've missed my baby girl so much. I miss my son more. He doesn't come home until Thanksgiving! That is so far away!

But back to my daughter. I want her to know her father, I do. My son doesn't know his and I think he resents me for it. Her father isn't a horrible man, and I do owe him a lot, but our parenting skills are, shall we say, different. When my daughter was younger, I let her drink from me. It was a way to get her to learn self control, and I was an over paranoid mother who didn't trust blood bags and donors, no offense, so she drank from me. When she was a baby, I had a friend of mine extract my blood through an IV and I interchanged between a regular bottle and a bottle mixed with some of my blood. But around the age of 8, I weaned her off of feeding on me, and started her on blood bags, after I was highly convinced they were safe. Sorry, still a paranoid momma. I know that my blood is safe, but how can I know that about other people's?

Anywho, my daughter came home yesterday and when I handed her a glass of blood with dinner, she asked about having a donor. I told her that the blood bags were fine, I heat them up in the microwave and it's just fine. Then she threw words at me that just about every parent hates to hear, "Well dad let's me ..." Argh!! Her father pays donor for himself, and now he has bought one for her too. Here's my biggest problem. HE DIDN'T CONSULT ME FIRST! We're supposed to be raising her together. And yes, he's going to be more of an expert on vampire stuff than me, obviously, but making the decision to switch back to a living person to feed from without at least telling me about it, is just wrong! I would have liked to talked to this person over the phone, at least, and find out some of this person's history.

Her father said he'd send over their medical records via email, but that doesn't make it better. It doesn't change the fact that he made a crucial decision in OUR daughter's life without involving me. And now she's expecting the same treatment here that she gets from over there. Um, no. And she's 14 so bring on the teenage drama queen attitude anytime I use and form of the word 'no'.

Am I wrong here?