I looked at the clock in the living room. 12 O'clock. I woke up early today, so why not soak in some sunlight to feel fresh. I walked out and stood in my lawn to stretch and kick the tiredness away.
" Good afternoon Nachiket!! " My neighbour, Pranit, screamed as he waved his hands. I wave back.
Now don't be fooled by my overly excited, overly handsome and overly bulky neighbour. He's in fact a vampire. How do I know? I saw him in his glorious vampire form.
It was a dark night when I was trying hard to come up with a plot for my new novel. I had met my neighbour that very morning so I remember his face. It's not like you can forget his face easily. I walked down to the kitchen to get a cup of water. That's when I saw him.
Black pant
Red shirt
And a big black cloak tied with black silk around his neck.
Dressed in his actual form, he walks into the woods. But I still didn't jump to conclusions. I tried to reason:
Maybe he likes to dress in costumes. But in the middle of the night!!
Maybe he was meeting someone. But in the woods at 3 AM!!!
Maybe he's dressed for the halloween. But it's the end of July!!!
Fortunately his vampire instincts didn't kicked in and he failed to notice his very shocked and scared neighbour looking at him with his mouth open. I thought about what I saw all night long. And before sunrise I had made a decision of finding out if my neighbour is a vampire or not.
The whole reason I rented this house was to write a novel about a creature that lives in the forest but look what I found. A creature who is only mentioned in legends. What a stroke of luck.
An hour after greeting my neighbour, as I was making my breakfast, I saw him drinking wine as he sat on a chair on his porch. He was looking…… What was that word? FINE. But then suddenly something clicked in me. I rushed to get my binoculars. I finally got to use them.
With my binoculars I looked at his glass carefully. The content is too thick for wine. Too red. And his lips had turned completely red. This is not wine.
IT'S BLOOD!!!
He's drinking blood in the broad daylight. Fool. I smirk to myself. Let's catch our neighbour red handed or in this case red lips. I laugh a demonic laugh before I look at my face in the small mirror of the kitchen and notice how crazy I look. I schooled my expressions into the expression of an innocent neighbour.
" Hello Pranit. " I said as I walked into his property, towards him on his porch.
" Hello Nachiket. " He said, putting his empty wine glass on the table.
" Isn't it too early to drink wine? " I asked.
" Oh this? This is not wine. " He said like it's not a big deal.
' I knew it!! '
" Then what are you drinking? " I asked with false curiosity.
" It's beetroot juice. You wanna try? " He asked with an excitement laced tone.
' Bullshit. If this is beetroot then I am not my father's son. Oh technically I am not but... '
" Yes I would love to. " I quickly said before I loose the chance of finding an important evidence.
We went inside his kitchen, I sat in a chair and looked at my neighbour's every move keenly. This must have made him uncomfortable because he gave me a shy look. But who cares. I am doing this for a greater good.
" Beetroot is very good for your heart. I drink it after my workout. It decreases blood pressure. It also reduce fatty deposits in the liver. It has iron magnesium, manganese, sodium, zinc, copper, and other such minerals….. "
I zoned out in the middle when he started chopping the beetroot in his hand. A BEETROOT!!! Where did he even get it?? Who even buys beetroot these days?? What about my evidence??
He poured me the red liquid in a wine glass, eagerly waiting for me to drink. I look at the glass and give him a small smile. Do I really have to drink it?
" Why did you serve this in a wine glass? " I asked out of nowhere.
He awkwardly pointed at the sink. How did I not see it? There is a mountain of dirty dishes screaming for someone to wash them. I can climb the top and book a place in the Guinness World record. A smile broke on my lips. My neighbour is as lazy as me. Hehehe.
He's looking at me again with that excited look. I have to drink it. God save me!!
I took a big gulp and quickly pushed the liquid down my throat. I give him a smile that says it's tasty. He smiled back in satisfaction. When he turned his back to put the juicer in the sink. I made a disgusted face just like the juice had made me feel.
I can't drink a single drop again. I have to think of a way to get out of here. God help me. Pleaseeeee!!!!
" Something is burning. " Pranit state. I sniffed a few times but couldn't smell anything unusual. Then I smell my clothes I have been wearing for 2 days. But I don't smell any smell let alone burning.
" OH SHIT!!! " I jumped out of the chair and ran towards my home. My neighbour, right behind me.
As expected. I didn't turn off the stove and the pan is burnt to coal black so as the food I was making.
" You can eat at my place. " Pranit offered.
So here I am washing dishes at my neighbour's house, in my neighbour's kitchen.
In conclusion - my neighbour is not a vampire.
And also I am never eating a beetroot again.
------------------ END OF CHAPTER 1----------------
Hello readers.
I am publishing something after a very long time. So if I made a mistake please politely correct me.
Do you like the character Nachiket?
I am personally having a lot of fun writing him.
This novel is going be short, maybe 10 or so chapters, but who knows maybe I write more on demand.
Don't forget like and comment.
Happy reading ❤️
YOU ARE READING
My neighbour is a vampire
Humor" Good morning neighbour. " Pranit waves his hand, holding a dumbbell in his other hand. " Morning " Nachiket waves back holding his dry underwear in his other hand. Their thoughts as they look at each other : " My neighbour is a vampire. " Nachiket...
