Blood Bandits

22.

Thinking about yesterday was starting to get to me. The look on Kenneth's face was horrible. He looked like he lost his best friend. But he didn't, I was still here. Oh well. My mind continued to as I paced all the belonging that I had to head back to the hotel. Another question that was bugging me was why Damon questioned me about vampires. What did he know? Did he know about vampires too? Was he one? Hmm no, that was impossible because he was out in the day time. But then again August was too. But he had to know something because he was asking too many questions about it. Grabbing my shoes and clothes, I tossed them in to the duffel as well as my computer and its charger. But when I went to grab my charger there was a volt of electricity that shocked me. Immediately, I brought my hand to my chest.

"Damn it!" I whispered. But as soon as I said it, I realized that I didn't feel pain. Nothing.

There wasn't anything but a flash of white light when I got zapped. When I realized there was no other sensation, I frowned and continued to pack my things. Ignoring this, I proceeded to pack my things. Lifting my wrist and checking my watch, I seen that it was almost seven at night. Mom was cooking dinner and asked if I could stay to eat with her before I left and Of course I would but I would have to soon leave. I didn't want her involved with everything that was happening.

"Dinner is almost ready, get cleaned up." Mom said, confirming my thoughts.

I nodded but didn't respond. She knew something was up with me but she hadn't asked yet. I knew that she was trying hard not to. My emotions was something that I hid well until my expressions betrayed me. I was hoping that she continued to stay quiet about asking me about anything because I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone.

As I threw the last bit of clothes I had in the bag, I wrapped the duffel over my shoulder and head out of the bedroom. Once I got to the kitchen, mom was pouring up the food and setting it on the table. I made my way over to the table and and dropped my bag beside my foot and sat down.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked as she brought the plates over to the table.

"There is nothing to talk about." I answered, not having an appetite but deciding to eat anyway.

She nodded and sat down with her own plate. During our dinner, there were no phones, tv, or any type of technology at the table. Only conversation and that was something that I didn't want to have right now. I could feel her staring at me. Her index finger tapping the table by the silverware and I did my best to avoid her gaze.

"If here is something going on, I want to know." She pried.

I shook my head, "Ma, come on. It's nothing. If there was something that you should know, I would tell you."

She sighed and stared at me for a bit longer but decided to shrug it off and began eating her meal. But she did start up another conversation.

"So, how is your story coming along? I know that you have been working hard on it." She said, stuffing a spoonful of rice in her mouth.

You have no idea.

"It's not coming along as well as it should be but I'm sure it will. It always does." I nod, not elaborating anymore than I have to.

"Sweetheart I've been telling you to come back home. I'm sure there is somewhere that will give you a shot." She tried once more.

We have this conversation every time I come home. She knows that I'm not mocking back to New Orleans. I never wanted to comeback here. I hated this place. Now I have many new reasons to hate it more. But I wasn't going to tell her that of course.

"Mom, like I've told you before and I'm sure you already know. I have no secondary education. I barely finished high school. I barley remember if I did or not. My childhood and teenage years were spotty. And-