I stood outside the master guest room, gathering my thoughts before knocking on the door. It had been two days since Maeve woke up, and in that time, I had come to know her better. She was a woman of immense curiosity and adaptability, which surprised me given the circumstances. I admired her open-mindedness and willingness to embrace the reality of vampires and mystical creatures, even though it must have been overwhelming for her.
I knocked lightly, waiting for her response. "Come in," her voice called out, and I pushed the door open, stepping inside. Maeve was sitting on the bed, her eyes fixed on a book she held in her hands. The sight of her, so immersed in reading, reminded me of the countless hours I had spent watching her from afar before fate intervened and brought us together.
"What are you reading?" I inquired, genuinely interested in the book she held. It looked strangely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
Maeve looked up from the book, a smile gracing her lips. Maeve read the title of the book aloud, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "The Chronicles of the Blood: A Comprehensive History of Vampire Lore. It's quite interesting."
"I've always loved stories about magical realms and mythical creatures."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of her choice in literature, considering the reality she had stumbled into. "It seems you have a particular affinity for fantastical worlds," I remarked with a playful glint in my eyes.
She nodded, her enthusiasm evident. "It's always been a way for me to escape reality, you know? To immerse myself in a world of wonder and magic."
Little did she know that she had stepped into a realm that surpassed even the wildest fantasies depicted in her books. The truth about vampires and other mystical creatures far exceeded the limits of human imagination.
"You're really taking the whole vampire and other supernatural creatures quite well," I commented, sitting at the edge of the bed where she lay engrossed in the book.
Maeve shrugged nonchalantly, looking up from the book. "Yeah, I mean, I had my suspicions. And I'm kinda a tad bit obsessed with fantasy, supernatural creatures, and whatnot. So, it's really no surprise to me."
"You're not the slightest bit worried I'll hurt you or anything?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"I don't get why you're so surprised. We've talked about this already," Maeve replied with a playful grin.
"I'm aware. It's just that you've been attacked by my kind. Most people would be running or finding ways to destroy us or something. You're just taking everything in your stride like it's normal," I explained, still amazed by her composure.
"That's because it kind of is," Maeve responded, her tone matter-of-fact.
"How so?" I asked, genuinely intrigued by her perspective.
"Look at it like this: you're a vampire who saved me from your kind who attacked me. There are humans who commit murder and other vile things to other people simply because they take pleasure from it. Then there are humans who are kind, helpful, and try their best to be their best. The way I see it, we're not that different," Maeve explained with conviction.
"But..." I started to interject.
"The only difference is you are much more powerful than humans and are immortal, not to add with special powers. Besides, in the history book I've read," she nodded towards one of the books that lay closed beside her. "We can hold our own; we've killed our fair share of supernatural creatures. Not that I agree with them," she added quickly.
"When you put it that way... you make a strong case. Still though," I said, still processing her viewpoint.
"Yeah, I know I should still be scared and whatever, and it's not like I'm not, per se. It's just around you, I feel safe. It's weird to explain, but it's how I feel. I won't feel the same if I were meeting other vampires, especially if they were giving off bad vibes. Anyway, I thought we established that I was weird," Maeve chuckled.
