Vampire Emeritus (Part #3) ✔

Chapter 12: Wine Bottles and Pumpkin Lattes

Hey there, thank you for reading! I have a quick question, should I update two chapters a day from now on? <3 

I took the largest bedroom in the house. Thomas protested for a few weeks, but once I've painted the bedroom walls light pink without his knowledge or permission, he gave up. Now, the pink-coloured room with sliding glass door connected to the private balcony and the private bathroom belonged solely to me.

I threw out the old battered wardrobe and replaced it with something more modern; a dark-wood, double-door wardrobe which covered the entire wall. I've kept the vanity in the corner and the plush, wine-coloured, satin armchair. The king-sized bed of the same colour took almost all space, but I enjoyed large beds, so I kept it. Plus, my stuffed animals needed a place to sleep. I also added a bunch of pillows of all shapes and sizes.

Now, head-spinning and wine-filled, I lay on the fluffy bed, staring at the light pink ceiling. Fresh tears spilled over the dried ones on my cheeks.

Dawn was breaking outside; the sky first turned deep blue, then gradually more pink and orange. There was something honest in the dawn, something that revealed just how messed up the night was.

I couldn't believe I've spent two years chasing someone who wouldn't even thank me for it. For two years, I haven't regretted my actions once, because deep down, I believed Ian would do the same for me. I believed he would chase me to the end of the world to find me.

Still, the fact he told me to stay away hurt. It minimized and discredited my effort. My actions now felt obsolete. He didn't want me to meddle, he didn't want me to get involved. I understood that, because he didn't want anything to happen to me, but he could have thanked me.

He could have acknowledged just how much I've sacrificed to find him.

Then again, maybe he was right. Maybe I should have moved on instead and lived my life without him. It wasn't like we were actually together. Perhaps I've misread the depth of our relationship in the first place.

Someone knocked on the door.

I lifted my head off the pillow and let out a loud grunt, "State your name and your business!"

"It's William." A voice came from behind the door. "I'm bringing a bottle of wine and unsolicited advice."

I glanced at the nightstand next to the bed and the empty wine bottle on it. William just might be the only person I'd tolerate right now.

"Come in." I sat upright and watched the door open.

William walked in, a bottle in hand, and a sympathetic smile on his face. Why was everyone always so careful around me? Like I might snap and throw a bottle at the wall.

I sighed, "I hope no one else has any intention of talking to me tonight."

"No, they're asleep." William put the wine bottle on the nightstand and sat in the armchair. "How are you?"

"I'm somewhere between drinking this wine bottle or drinking the living shit out of a sorority girl." I shrugged and unscrewed the bottle open. "I'm trying to stick to the former."

"Understandable." William nodded. "Sheila wanted to come talk to you, but I advised her against it."

"Good." I scooted over to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the pink, fluffy carpet covering the parquet. "I don't trust myself around humans right now."

"Why don't you want to talk to her?" William asked. "She's not doing so good."

"I noticed." I sighed. "It's just... she's avoided me for two years, you know? Her and Caiden. They told me to leave campus and didn't contact me since."