Journey of a Vampire

A New Day

The light of the Sun had shunned through the curtains of the typical American home. Illuminating otherwise invisible objects in a calm, warm light. The Sun's light was shunned through the curtains despite the occupant's best attempts.

The brown eyes of a young boy darted awake upon being pierced by the calm yet sharm lay of light.

"mm fivvvvve mooorre minutes," the voice spoke out, although higher pitched than one would expect of a boy his age. It was, nonetheless, easily a male voice.

The boy continued to lay there, although sleeping, appeared to be dead, making the smallest and tiniest of breaths and not moving the slightest amount as if frozen in time.

The door to the room suddenly burst open, revealing a man with stubble on his recently shaved face and dark brown hair so dark it almost appeared to be black. With squarish glasses placed on his average face. The man called to the lump in the bed with a slight chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Ya know Jackson. I expected the light from the curtain to wake you up with how you always beg me for new curtains; seeing how you are dead asleep, I think you will live."

The boy, whose name was apparently Jackson, appeared to be dead and immediately shot out of bed as if the world was going to end and got on his hands and knees in front of the larger man.

"Please DAD!!! I will do anything. I was trying to fall back asleep after being awoken earlier. I'm NOT asleep."

Still, in his pajamas, Jackson groveled before his apparent father, begging and stating his need for new curtains to block the sharp rays of light.

The father figure, for his part, had his hand to his chin and appeared to be in deep thought with his eyes closed.

Jackson, for his part, was anxiously waiting for his father to accept he needed new curtains. He had been asking for weeks now, and although, at first, he thought his dad had dismissed him. He was increasingly begging to think that his father was pulling his leg.

As he was about to answer, a new voice cut off the father, one more sweet and much higher pitched than the father's. A voice that, although feminine, was closer in pitch to Jackson's voice than his father's.The voice meanwhile called out.

"Honestly, do you two have to have this every morning? Jackson needs new curtains, honey, and you know as much as I do that being woken up by the Sun is a horrible experience."

 The owner of the voice walked out and stood next to the father figure. The owner had a much rounder face compared to Jackson's and the father's, and the father's hair and eyes were much lighter, with blue eyes compared to the two boys' brown eyes and the owner's dark blond hair.

Jackson, for his part, was looking at the angel that descended to save his case and immediately snapped back at his father.

"If I had better curtains, I wouldn't be awake when the sun comes up, and you guys would get to stop pestering me about being awake so early."

Seeing he was pinned between his son and wife, the father decided on a genius strategy to change the conversation.

"Do you really have time to be standing here, Jackson? Class starts in 30 minutes, and I can still see you are in your pajamas. You need all the time you can get; after all, you must start getting out there and meeting some girls."

Jackson, with a horrified expression on his face, whipped around to his clock and snatched it like a hawk. Seeing the time 7:00 and with class starting at 7:45, it might look like, from an outsider's perspective, that time was not a concern. However, Jackson knew he didn't have all that much, with it taking around 20 minutes to get ready between clothes, showers, and teeth, and it took around ten more minutes to even get to school, knowing time was of the essence.