A Weary Vampire

Chapter 8

See, all this feeding business was fun and all, but I was just a teenager after all. It was HARD sneaking out to these parties and events all the time. And already, I just had to do it only 1- 2 times a week at this point...but I kinda had...parents. I totally loved them and all, still do, but that can never deny the fact that they were STRICT. Of course, it was for my good and yabadabadaba, but it was really inconvenient for my fancies. On the other hand, it made my adventures more adrenaline filled and fun.

So pros and cons people, pros and cons.

I was having fun. The time of my life. What better than a carefree life, a roof over your head, loving parents, a good education, a few parties a week where I needed to donate some of my blood which my body would make more of anyway! Super enjoyable! Except, when it was not. It was hard juggling everything. I still needed to be a good student at school, maintain the education, support my parents in the struggle for respect, help around the house, and not act suspicious about what I was really going to the parties for. I had to maintain the lie that I was, in fact, mingling with the royals. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. There were royals at these parties. Royal vampires. I was learning how many of our people were either vampires or feeders. I sometimes even got to see a few members of the human royalty, which made me realise that the world is in fact a very small place.

Now I look back at it, all these two months were just a big adrenaline rush, a hormonal activity of the last of my teenage years. It was very fun, yes. I got to know about the world, a secret world actually, and discovered more and more about it eventually, and the studious part of my brain was happy with this. The endorphin rush gave me something to keep coming back to, a wonderful feeling, a different kind of joy than what I could experience in my human life, in spite of the knowledge of the consequences of someone knowing the truth of my secret life.

Teenagers are scary people.

Yes. My own actions from a past so far far away... they scare me. I do not regret them, but you'd ask me to do it all over again... I wouldn't try.

Anyways, so one day, my parents did find out. It was just one of the days that I had come back from one such event, super tired. Although it was less from the party, and much more from the feeding I had given, it was still the same emotions. I just wanted to smash myself into my bed and pass out for the night. But my parents met me at the door. That was the first red flag. The second one was when they invited me to have dinner with them... they said that they got home late themselves, so food was just ready. I was annoyed, but I did sit down with them, out of mere respect. And that's when it struck me. They knew something. And that was not a good sign. It was the worst sign, in fact. It was the scariest sign.

All horrible scoldings were served after dinner in that household. It was usually the dessert without the dessert bowl. And if I say it was THE most opposite of sweet, something worse than bitter, on another level.. Yeah it wouldn't be an overstatement.

The scolding happened. It was harsh, it was B.A.D. bad. Upsetting, even. But it was the most relieving words I heard all of that evening. I almost smiled at some point, and I guess that made my parents even angrier, probably made them step up the talk a level, but it didn't matter. They were scared for me. All they knew was that I was going to some dangerous parties, that they had drugs there, and some more rumors of the same theme they had heard. It was definitely a big scare initially, but nothing I couldn't handle. I just had to be extra cautious? I could do that. That was all okay... until my fine fine parents came up with their verdict, that...that I would not be going to anymore parties. Indefinitely. I was grounded from any fun stuff...

And that, well, posed quite a big and frustrating problem to me.

I couldn't go out...at all.

Or at least that was what it looked like on the outside.