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8 Vampires

Samarth Gupta

Another day, another morning, and my condition was the same; weak and dispirited. There was a haze both in my eyes and in my brain. Last night I couldn't sleep properly. My head spun for the past two days. It might be due to the circumstances prevailing in my house. The previous night I had a dream that my fancy room turned into an ICU and a red danger bulb kept illuminated outside. I was in a critical condition, lacking oxygen yet my mom brought that girl inside, telling me she is the nurse that I only need.

"Huh?"

"Am I a joke to you?"

I went into comma straight. My soul, like a fly, flew into the air endlessly for a bit of peace to drop in but wherever I go, there is no peace at all. The fly escaped the window only to be get tottered by a killing spray.

WHOOSH!

So, this is called double death. While I was just regaining consciousness from the sleep, I heard footsteps coming over. I had to pee but I controlled it and acted sleeping. Although we boys know how hard it is to resist nature's call. However, there was no time to even turn the knob off the door as mom approached quite near. I slid up the rug and acted slumbering.

The creaking sound of the door opened, my mom came in and she called out my name. I ignored.

I am aware of her daily habits. If she reports early in the morning to my room, unannounced, she will definitely be coming with a piece of news. Materially the news she brings does not yield any inspiration or enthusiasm. It is either nerve-racking or bone-twisting. Hence, I knew, that if she comes in, and find me sleeping, she will walk away simply until I woke up.

"But how long shall I resist my hardened mickey mouse, raising to pee?"

Later I perceived footsteps going away and the voice of the door closed. I still waited five minutes for extra precaution. A cheeky grin crept on my face. Plan accomplished. I then removed the rug only to discover my mom standing and shooting daggers at me.

Whack!

Indian mothers are very complicated, complex, and figurative. They are bound to know your every step. My mom is one of those examples. I thought she left finding me sleeping instead she stood like a senior Cop, empty hand but her eyes were enough to act like a gun.

"You think you can trick me?"

"Absolutely not." I made a fool of myself.

"Did you check your phone?" She asked.

"What happens to my phone?" I anxiously looked out for my cell phone.

"Nothing happens to your phone. Just check the message from your dad."

"What happens to Dad?" I got more worried.

"Check the message."

"What is the message?" I got flustered by her scary eyes. "Am I thrown out of the Gupta property? Or my wedding with the girl is fixed today?"

The message reads: Come to the office and finish the pending work before I debit money from your account.

"Ah! It's casual just." I said freely, releasing my arms in the air.

"Oh! let me then give you formal news." She said mischievously.

"NO"

I shrieked completely forgetting about the mickey mouse. It moistened slightly. After my mom left, I straight went to the bathroom, sobbing.

"Tears are written in my destiny." I cried, squirming like a little boy.

My mom told she invited that girl and her family for a dinner tonight at our house. It was just one day that we visited her, and she became fond of her. I made several excuses for my absence from the dinner table tonight but all the made-up excuses went to the dustbin as she clearly confronted me with a threat. As usual, both my parents were exercising dictatorship on me.

"Such a poor, innocent child." I pitied myself.

Life had been very smooth when I had been a child, playing in my mother's lap and sitting on my father's back. He used to become an elephant for me and I rode on him. My childhood had been unique, I was their starlight, moonlight, and sunlight. Keeping all the lights shut, I used to become their candlelight. I was the source of their happiness but when puberty starts hitting me, problems start arriving like a parcel at my door. Or what I felt was the arrival of this girl in my life tended to bring problems that I never thought. She might have done black magic on my mother for which my mother was so in hurry to get me to marry and surely, she would force me to make kids.

For the dinner tonight, she was listing things to bring from the market. She instructed the housemaid properly on what to bring and what not. She also changed the covers of the sofa, added new comfy pillows, a fragrance, and a few other decorated things that need to be kept when a guest arrives.

My mother is intolerant to dust, so imagine the level of cleaning she would do for that purpose.

Not only this, she brought me some decent clothes which I needed to wear in dinner time. She despised my clothing style and therefore wanted me to wear some good clothes where I would be looking, gentlemen. Apart from that, she taught me how I should touch their feet and welcome them. I should also speak melodiously like a Cuckoo and pour sweet essential words.

"Mom, am I a bird?" I asked pathetically.

"You can be a bird, just for 2 hours. Cannot you?" She sounded illogical.

I got blank thinking about all this stuff. There were black clouds as I closed my eyes, lying on my bed. Then she appeared, emerging in one corner of my bed like a vampiress, yet hot and exotic. Blood oozed out from her lips and she was holding a whip. She cracked the whip and approached me looking less like a seductress and more like a blood-sucking sorceress. My room abruptly changed into a dark, dense forest and I was standing just in the middle where glimmering rays of the moon fell.

She wiped the blood from her lips and put a piercing gaze at me. I never saw such a hungry, eerie female Vampire but looking at her I remembered Bella from the Twilight movie and Bella looked more convincing as a Vampire.

But She......ferocious!

"Please don't kill me....I went backward." She smiled slyly.

"Tick ...tock ...tick .... tock." She spelled, sounding very deadly to me. I could not have the choice of running as she would be faster than me. I prayed and started recalling all the female goddesses.

Let the female goddesses handle a female monster.

"Your blood must be delicious. Isn't it?" She whispered in my ear.

"Please don't, I am HIV positive," I said and she bit me in the neck. I screamed,

I screamed again badly, like hell. As if someone poured a hot liquid on my face.

Fuck the time! I woke up again. It was close to the afternoon, 11.45. I had to be in the office right then. I do not know, how I fell for a small nap. I checked the phone, receiving three miscalls, two from mom and one from Dad. There was a message also from my dear mother. She messaged she would be going to a shopping mall to buy some stuff for the girl and her family. I closed everything and headed to shower.