Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 13: Vitamin V

I opened my eyes to the darkness of Caiden's room. He never lifted the blinds, which was fortunate considering I hadn't had anything to eat in a while and sunshine wouldn't be too comfortable on my skin.

Last night, I snuck into his room half-drunk. We kissed. And we fell asleep.

Now, I felt drained and tired.

And it was still my birthday.

Underneath the exhaustion, hunger rumbled. The moment my eyes landed on Caiden I knew I had to get out of here and get myself something to drink.

So, I put on my oversized black hoodie and my jeans. My weak messy bun slid off my head miserably as I dragged myself down the hallway, back to my room. It was almost noon. Sunshine itched slightly, but it was bearable. Barbies left a new batch for me; it waited in my mini fridge. So, I made myself a latte and poured some blood inside. Immediately, it took on the scent of a sweet, honey-like addition to my coffee.

I stopped in front of a mirror. The dark shades under my dulled green eyes spoke volumes of my current hunger. The blood latte probably wouldn't fix that. I needed something straight from the vein.

That was the problem. Vampression made me hangry. And hangry meant possible killing spree.

I found my mom's Gucci sunglasses that covered most of my face; not even giving a shit about pairing a hoodie with designer glasses. It was my birthday. I deserved to look hungover.

My phone lit up with a message from Sheila.

Happy b-day! Something came for you. It's in the bar.

I took a loud sip of my blood latte, letting it somewhat revitalize my sorry state. And I made my way to the damn bar, not even the slightest in the mood for presents or celebration.

I should have gone to Paris. It was a realization I've been blocking for a couple of days now. Of course I regretted my decision. Everyone would. They went to Paris!

Although, something about it was hard to admit. Something about it was heavier and deeper than mere Paris. And a part of me knew it.

Pulling myself back from my thoughts, I sighed and went to the bar. The least I deserved were presents. Absentmindedly, I realised neither mom nor dad called yet. Good fucking thing we were pretending to be a functioning family.

Sunshine was uncomfortable on my skin, but the blood latte helped. The campus wasn't crowded and the lack of people made me feel even more alone. It seemed as if everyone had something better to do on my birthday.

As I made my way to the cheap, simple bar near the campus, I noticed something pink appearing in the distance. Balloons. A lot of balloons.

My eyes widened. Music came from the terrace. Of course it did. The day was beautiful. There was no reason to spend it inside.

The balloons turned from a dozen to a hundred real quick.

First person I noticed was Sheila.

My heart clenched in the best way possible. Tears prickled behind my eyes. A bundle of joy twisted into a lump in my throat. Sheila grinned and waved.

The wooden table in front of the bar was laden with treats; pigs in a blanket, chips, tiny pizzas, all kinds of cakey things and at the head of the table – a real cake with twenty candles.

William sat next to Sheila; he got up the moment he saw me. Barbies were there, too. All three of them, even the one I've literally never talked to.

I squealed as I saw Thomas. Embracing the vampire life soothed him. His dark hair was longer and freer, he dropped the assistanty nerdy look. There was an edge to his face that wasn't there before; he looked like a vampire. If he was mysterious and brooding before, girls probably fell over their heels to have wet dreams about him now.