A Weary Vampire

Chapter 25

So what happened to me and Aaron's relationship after those seven months?

Well, one day while I was just laying in my bed, thinking of what to do for the day, because I was as free as a bird with my allowance coming in regularly and Aaron taking care of any needs I might have, I didn't quite had to look for a job for myself. I was listening to the clock ticking away the seconds, the seconds bringing me the realisation that they were so small a unit to measure the time that they held barely any significance in my thousand year lifetime, and yet, without them there would be no accurate measurement of time. It was a fun philosophy to keep my head busy in, at least.

In one of those so significant yet, so insignificant seconds, I heard a faint knock at my door, so faint that it could have been in any other room down the corridor, but somehow I managed to get my lazy ass up to check on it.

There was no one at my door, or at any other door for that matter, which was weird. Ghosts didn't like vampires, or as much as even allowed in the hostel, or any vamp premises for that matter. Huh. I closed my door and as I decided to get back inside my bed covers and snatch another nap, I saw the piece of paper behind the door I just closed. It was folded like a note which you would pass across the class to your friend, but it was passed to me, under my door. Funny, who would do that?

In any case, it was just a piece of cheap paper with some words on it, it couldn't hurt me, right... Right?

Wrong. It changed everything.

I opened up the tightly folded note, it held some words, as I had thought, nothing hurtful really. It said something on the lines of you're diving face first into trouble and a life of darkness, scribbled in a very hard to understand writing. It also gave me a time to meet someone who would help me figure it out... beside the lake which was in the back of the hostel campus. What did it really mean... the weird note slid under my door with the seemingly childish handwriting, talking about my future or something in words so fancy it could have been an astrological reading of some kind, so weird and meaningless until you read it thirty times.

But, as I told you before too, I was free, almost burning to get to do something. And what could this person even tell me about my life at this point, where everything seemed to be going so perfectly for me? I was in my dreamworld, believing that I was the person everyone would wish to be, that I was living the fairy tale fantasy. I was just in it to discover this mysterious person, I mean, I had little else to do and I was in a good mood.

I turned up the gramophone and hummed along to the tunes of some spooky vampire nights tunes. Humans made some wild stuff up about us innocent creatures, but some of it was fun anyway. At least this record was. I got ready to meet this person, dressing up modestly, but still putting on a cute bonnet because why not? Not like I would find an occasion to wear it otherwise. I remember I wore my leather boots too, I didn't want any of my nicer shoes getting stuck and dirty in the mud beside the pond, you know, if we took a walk. But then, there was no walk.

I went up to the lake at the time mentioned in the note, still not in a serious state of mind, still pondering over the spooky scary vampire music record, instead of the trouble and a life of darkness I had been warned about. The thought process went like... what could even go wrong with me at this point?

I saw a person dressed in all black walking towards me, covered from head to toe, they looked like a ninja, even the face covered and hands gloved. Yes, I do know now that it is called a burqa and not a ninja costume, but it was the first time for me seeing such an outfit...and person.

They handed me an even bigger piece of paper, all folded up again.

Can I take this back with me?

No. This is a confidential message from your well wisher, you must read here and I have order to then destroy it.

It was a feminine, very heavily accented voice, and it still sounded so muffled and hoarse, as if the person was deliberately trying to conceal their voice. Of course if it was supposed to be confidential, all of it made sense.

Destroy it?

Yes, dissolve ink in water, dispose. Please read it quickly.

Huh. So much impatience.

What was in this chit of a paper anyway.

Here's a hint, the words inside this one did actually change the game.