“Tell me about something you hate.”
The way you started conversation, I accidentally left my jaw hanging in mid-air. Why is it that you went to find someone random like me and try to upset my accustomed day-to-day life?
“You,” I tried to tell you that, but it would sound very cliched, even to a stranger.
“Vampires,” instead, was my answer, after regaining composure. I knew you'd laugh, and I did hear a slight chuckle. I just cannot hate you right after briefly meeting you, eh?
“And why would you, to vampires?”
“I...kind of not hate them. I...just don't like them. I'm not fond of vampire stories.”
“Hmmmm. Ever heard of Twilight?”
“Nooooooo. Have you?” I think I was able to raise a brow at that time.
He chuckled again. I think he used chuckle all the time. “Okay, serious. How about the The Vampire Diaries?”
“Ian Somerhalder, the oh so great and handsome Damon. He was quite handsome when I watched him move last night.”
“Oh yeah, what kind of moves then?”
“I mean, I just watched a few episodes of The Vampire Diaries last night.”
“So... was it your liking?”
“It was fine. Almost got hooked. But nah, I spoiled myself by reading the plot plus the list of characters in Wikipedia and I can say I lost interest right away.”
He was actually listening.
“Why vampires? Are you afraid of them?”
“I'm afraid of a lot of things. Seriously, wouldn't you be scared if you're life was being threatened?”
“So, what's the reason?”
“Blood? 'Cause it makes me shiver? I don't know. Can you tell me why?” Why can't I shoo away this guy. I've been trying to, oh no, I did not.
“What if a vampire falls in love with you?”
“Are you for real?!” This guy is weird.
“I asked a question first.”
“That won't happen. And vampires DON'T exist. Come on, we're past the Neolithic period, aren't we?
I paused for a while beforea adding, "And why would he fall in love with me?”
I felt silent after. And then he did. For a matter of seconds.
“What if?”
“I won't fall in love with him,” came my hurried response.
“Why wouldn't you? Even if he manages to stay sane and actually keep his promise of not feeding on human blood like in the novels? Even if he would do anything for you? Die for you? Wait for you?”
I've thrown a “No” to each of his questions. Gosh, he sure is weird. Can't he throw mundane, normal questions?
Until his last question..
“..Accept you for who you are?”
I thought for a bit, while automatically staring at my feet and imagining a mirror with my face on it, and decided to stop thinking. “Still no.” I felt like a swallowed a big...rock. Please don't ask me why I didn't think of anything but a rock. Lame, I know.
“Why?”
“He's still a vampire.”
“So?”
“He's a vampire for all eternity.”
“What if I fell in love with you....”
“I see. Are you telling me you're a vampire?”
“Yeah," he answers while grinning. "And you'll end up falling in love with me, too.”
Are my eyes actually seeing a pair of fangs right now?
“Crazy,” I mutter.
“I know.” He flashed me a big smile.
I blinked my eyes. Nope, no sign of fangs. And our conversation wasn't making any sense.
“Who are you anyway?”
I didn't catch his answer. He must have told me his name. I wandered my gaze at the scattered people nearby; their faces steered towards our direction. Too bad the guy was gorgeous. I admit I'm weird, but this guy is definitely weirder.
“I'm not weird, I'm persistent,” I heard him say, as if he was reading my mind. It appeared that he was going to walk away so I picked up my stuff, walked across the field towards my dormitory, which was just a block away. I didn't bother to look back. I was hoping and not kind of hoping to see him again.
