𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

VI | III

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CHAPTER — III
part six

IT'S BEEN three days. And you've holed up in your room under the excuse of 'needing time to make a decision' when in reality, you already knew what you would do, you've known since you talked with your mother, and maybe, even before that.

You're not sure of anything. You want to avoid thinking, but there's nothing else to do. You're alone with your own thoughts.

The bites on your neck are practically healed now.

You think you need to speak with your father one more time, and possibly, with one of the vampires. They're more questions you need answered, and you feel like you deserve to know. However you're not sure if going to the blood-suckers—even if under the excuse of asking innocent questions—meant that you were ever coming back. And well, you're not quite ready to leave yet. You don't think you ever truly will be, but your feelings clearly don't matter in this.

Luckily the chance of talking to a vampire without you physically going to them comes to you unexpectedly. In the form of a doorbell ringing, and a tall man in a grey suit, round spectacles and slicked-back blonde sandy hair entering your home. Upon hearing the doorbell you'd quietly creeped out of your room and peered behind a wall as the stranger was welcomed by your mother. He gifted her a box of sweets, whatever, probably mochis—a simple curtesy when you're invited in one's home—and took off his coat—to expose a much too tight fitting blue shirt with the first few buttons undone, exposing a generous part of his collarbones.

He takes off his glasses to reveal, tired but menacing eyes—that briefly slide to you making your heart jolt in your chest. He makes no move to come to you, nor does he show that he's even noticed you but you're sure your eyes met for the briefest moments.

So you stay hidden, until he is led in the living room and offered a much needed cup of coffee by your mother. You've met the man before, at church. You're not sure of his nature but from now on you'll assume that anyone who's associated with Father Fushiguro is a vampire.

You have to talk to this man alone—but not too alone—as it could be dangerous for you. You need to be somewhere where you could scream for help and someone would actually come through.

For now you simply decide to wait for an opportunity to show itself. To occupy yourself, you listen to their discussion. They talk about mundane things, the weather, the news. Your mother asks him how work is and he replies in his smooth and deep voice that it's been treating him well. His manner of speaking is slow and articulate. You don't hear your father's voice, you guess he isn't there.

Maybe you could go talk to him, you guess he's alone and your mom is busy entertaining a guest.

It's then that the stranger asks your mother where the toilets are, and she gently tells him.

You watch him leave the living room, and it's only when you're sure that your mother won't see you nor hear you that you show yourself.

The stranger hardly looks surprised to see you and a slow and lazy grin forms on his previously straight lips. Unlike the other vampires you've encountered, his isn't arrogant or cocky.

"It's not good to spy on people." He chastises, and your heart somersaults from the surprise. You thought you were stealthy.

"I was simply waiting for an opportunity." You try to save face, shrugging. "I want to talk to you." You're mildly satisfied that you did not stammer and managed to sound twice as confident as you feel. You want the shy and weak little girl to be gone and be replaced by a strong adult women. Fake it until you make it. It's your new motto.