Finally morning came. When I opened my eye there was a tray of food on the nightstand and a note. I sat up quickly when I smelled Indra's blood.
I looked at the note leaning against the plate of food. "Sorry" was written in old cursive.
He's gone. I put it all together. He left. Again. Indra is that scared of talking to me? Letting down that wall between us and his past?
I slammed my fists on the bed and breathed heavily. Damn it.
I refused to eat his food, even though it is pancakes. I refused to drink his blood, even if it is my favorite thing. I took the tray downstairs and into the kitchen. I set the tray on the counter by the sink. I went into the entry hallway and sat on the stairs. I was going to wait for Indra to come back.
It took about two hours.
The door opened and Indra pushed open the door.
"You son of a bitch!" I launched myself off the stairs and tackled him by the waist. We fell on to the porch. "Ow." Indra groaned. He looked at the sky. I sat up quickly. He sat up too.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.
Is he fucking serious? "You've got to be kidding me!"
"You keep leaving me behind! What is the matter with you?" I shouted. "I can't go anywhere and you're supposed to be there for me!"
You ever been so angry you started crying? That's where I'm at right now.
"You can't keep leaving me." I grabbed his shirt in my fists. "You're the only one who's supposed to stick around and help me." I hung my head. "Don't leave me."
Indra sighed shakily. "I'm sorry."
"I shouldn't leave you behind like that."
"I'll stay and face you."
"Let's talk more inside." He slid out from under me and helped me up.
We went inside and sat at the table in the kitchen.
"So, what's going on with you?" I asked.
"Nothing really." Indra answered. He then tilted his head. "I'm more concerned about you."
"Why? Don't change the subject." I said, getting angry.
"You hurt people last night." He stated. "I can only imagine how stressed you are."
I scoffed and looked away. "I'm dealing."
"I want to talk about why you keep leaving."
Indra didn't answer. I sighed and got up. I have some assumptions.
Later at night I went to find Indra's room. I'd never been there before. When I found it I leaned against the door frame. His room had tall stacks of books by the wall and in the middle of the room. He laid in the bed reading an old looking book.
"Do you love me less like this?"
He looked at me and put his book down.
"What are you talking about?"
"When I was human it was your goal to make me a vampire. Now that I am, do you love me less?"
"That makes no sense." He said.
"Yes it does."
"I'm asking if it was something for you to challenge yourself with." I lowered my head slightly.
"No. Of course not." He said as if the answer was clear as day.
"Sure. I was happy at first but now I just feel sad for you because you aren't happy with it."
