Attending a Vampire School

Prologue

This story is discontinued. If you're interested in reading the reenvisioned version, check out Fangtality! Coming later this year! :)

❝If you battle monsters, you don't always become a monster. But you aren't entirely human anymore, either.❞

♕ SAIGE ♕

Maybe it was the way the darkness slipped its cover over me. Or maybe it was the way I could still feel the warmth lingering on my cheek even though the teardrops have already stopped. A sensation similar to my mother leaving a gentle kiss upon my childhood self who couldn't fall asleep without one.

Maybe there was more to why I felt sleep start to invade my mind as soon as my exhausted body rested on top of the final piece of furniture left in my bedroom. My full-sized mattress.

But whatever the list of possible reasons is, it is hard to resist the lure of sleep. Before I slip away completely, my mind wanders to memories over the past couple of days. Images flash through my mind, like at the start of the week when my mother sat me down to inform me that she had received a job transfer in exchange for a higher paying salary.

I was happy for her, how could I not be? After I saw her smile light up her tired face, the uneasiness that had settled in the pit of my stomach left as quickly as it came. She didn't smile too often after my father left us behind. I would catch her reminiscing from time to time about him. I could tell by the way her eyes glazed over as she stared out the window or at her laptop, clearly thinking about the time when we were stronger than ever as a trio.

Now he's only a ghost, a figure seen next to us in family pictures that were stored away long ago.

She doesn't like talking about him. I don't know the real reason why he left. I remember it was around a month before my fifteenth birthday. It's already been three years of picking up the pieces of my mother and I. Something similar to fixing a broken bowl, I've been trying to glue us back together into a recognizable shape. There's some still some rough and sharp edges I have to tread carefully around.

Better move on from thinking about those days if I have any hope of falling asleep now. I peek an eyelid open only to regret it instantly. My nearly barren bedroom is illuminated from the moon coming in through my window. Without my handy dandy blackout curtains, I just know I'll be waking up as soon as the sun starts her day.

All of this thinking just reminds me that I'm leaving this home for good.

It's not that I don't think it's a good thing for my mother and I to leave behind the home where my father used to reside with us, it's this unsettling feeling about the future.

It's gnawing at me from the inside, inching its way through my nervous system. It's like something is trying to warn me against going to a new town, a new school, and trying to start a new life.

I push aside these never ending thoughts by physically switching my laying position. My arm and shoulder muscles aching in protest. After all, I did have to do a lot of heavy lifting earlier. The soreness subsides, along with my consciousness. I'm too tired to care anymore.

Saige. . .

A slight breeze whiffs at my shoulder. Almost like something, or someone is trying to reach me. Perhaps my mind is so restless it's just making things up now.