The morning after that first encounter with the strange though endearing, Matthew, I made it my mission to find out more about him, even if it wasn't through him directly, to get closer to him with information. My determination was always part of my success as a human, and that very same determination was heightened in the transition form human to Vampire. So now it was nearly impossible for anyone to stop me fulfilling a goal., once my mind is set on one.
"Mrs Grotter," I said to my house's owner, "can you please tell me anything you know about a family with the name Slore?" The reason I picked a house with such an old lady,89 to be exact, was to get free information easily about the village and its occupants. She had lived here all her life, and was basically a walking Wikipedia page for Oakland.
"Well my dear, I knew a man called George Slore back in the 1940's. A very sweet, but mysterious man indeed." Mrs Grotter mused,fussing over a very meaty breakfast, I would never eat.
"Did he have any children though?" I asked not caring for a man called George.
"Uh yes, if I recall correctly, he had 2 boys, one called John and the other called Matthew, Both born in the 1940's aswell." She answered me, scraping her food from her plate and putting it in her mouth. One bad thing about being a Vampire sometimes, is the stronger senses, I could hear everyone of those disgusting bites, and the smell, it nearly made me throw up the cow I had sucked dry this morning.
My ears did perk up at the name Matthew, however, momentarily forgetting the noise emitting from the older lady.
"Do you know much about Matthew?" I said leaning over the table a bit more, unable to control my excitement. If this was the same Matthew, then he must be immortally young...
"Why, he was a sturdy man, more of a loner type since a young age. I don't think he cared much for life, he just drifted through it without much passion for anything. Except those ball games he used to play with George. I know he travelled somewhere in his mid-twenties, and never came back, I imagine. Why, is he important to you in any way, dear?" Mrs Grotter spoke, not caring for her food anymore.
"Would you be able to recognise him form a picture or something?" I ran to my laptop and pulled up the school website. I learned previously that he was on the cricket team, staying with his only passion in his human life, if this was the same guy. They must have a picture of the school team somewhere on this site. When I found one, I practically threw the laptop to the elderly lady, "Is this him? Matthew Slore?" I questioned excitedly.
"Why, yes, if my memory doesn't deceive me I am quite certain that is him!" Mrs Grotter answered, with a little bit of confusion. Obviously a man from the 1940's shouldn't be on the school website looking like he did all those years ago, I understood her confusion. I had a proper explanation for it however, where for her supernatural beings were just stories and myths, it was all incredibly real for me.
Mr Slore wasn't a human after all, that is why his aura was so controlled, no one could look this good in there 60's, to be recognised from being seen last in there mid-twenties, and looking the exact same. Now I just wonder what species he is, and I pray to whoever or whatever is listening, for him to be a Vampire, because there's one thing for certain about him and that was my feeling of Attraction towards him, in the supernatural sense of the word.
