The Mysterious Life of Amelia 1

Chapter 5

I ran through the forest towards the house. I'm really happy with how the day went because I finally found a friend, but I don't know how Christina will react to that... This thought made me feel like I acted without informing her; in reality, I did not inform her.

I got to the house in less than two minutes but slowed down when I got to the entrance. I went up the stairs to get to my room and tried to hide my excitement so that Chris wouldn't notice and forbid me from meeting him, but unfortunately, she noticed...

"Hey, Mom," Chris called, and I stopped climbing the stairs and started walking in her direction.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, expressing my interest; my main reason for asking was to understand her thoughts.

"Okay, how was high school?" Chris asked, putting the book she was reading aside.

I nodded my head, "It was okay," I began to elaborate apprehensively, "The boy from the vision sat at the same table with me in class, in history class, and he is kind because we talked..." I hesitated to say the following.

"Second, did you find his name?"

Yes, his name is Jason Akuldin. He's now in high school. I thought I'd better befriend him because of his vision. So, we're friends. Like what the principal suggested. I spoke my mind with trepidation and hesitation.

That's a smart idea. But be careful, his family are werewolves. Was there anything else interesting in high school?

I furrowed my eyebrows in suspicion. How does she know? I think this teacher has no words. Something strange happened in history class. The teacher read my mind and asked about Dylan.

Well, the fact that he can read your thoughts means he's a supernatural being.

I interrupted her, "Yes, he told me he was a ghost, but if that's true, how does he teach?"

I don't know. But, as for him asking 'bout Dylan, it isn't that strange. Dylan went to this high school to determine if he had talent. He likely talked to that teacher.

I shook my head, "No because it looks like it's more than that..." I lowered my head to look at my hands.

"How were you doing in the other classes?"

I raised my head out of shock. There were more classes, and I didn't know. "What classes?"

She replied with a naive tone, "In the first lesson on the supernatural and other subjects.""

I felt embarrassed. On the first day, I was supposed to attend all classes except one, but I was unaware. "So that's it," I said, running my hand through my hair in embarrassment. "I missed those classes because I forgot. But I can make it tomorrow to all the classes. Don't worry," I promised.

"So, when will you meet Jason?"

"What's up at school tomorrow?"

"Don't forget to drink blood before you move, as someone needs to remind you and watch over you for this as well."

"When will you forgive this? It happened seventy years ago."

Chris got up from the couch. She remembered to take the book with her. "I forgive you because you were young. But I have to make sure it doesn't happen again," she said and walked to her room.

I took a deep breath and ran to the forest near my house to hunt. There were many demons there whose blood I could drink.

I heard that someone had stepped on dry leaves. So, I ran like lightning and attacked a demon that looked like Bambi. His skin was light brown. The more I drank his blood, the more his form became the original. Still, it made it difficult for me to kill him because when I was a human I loved animals terribly and that's why I would prefer to drink blood bags even though I wouldn't want to drink blood at all because I love animals, blood bags are for saving lives and I wanted to volunteer at the MDA but... I was always not sociable. Still, I would never hurt people even in situations of no choice.

Demons are like animals, but they are something else. So, it is hard to drink from them.

I returned to my house, went straight to my room, and looked at the clock that said 4:00 in the morning.

I shower and put creams on my body and hair because I'm still a human. The body can still develop at a gradual pace. Tell me, I became a vampire at seventeen, two hundred years ago. So now the body's like that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

I opened the closet and looked for clothes to wear.

With a shirt that was the color of my eyes, I wore red apples, tight tights, and black as coal.

A thought about my biological parents emerged in my mind without warning. Where are they now? Are they looking for me?

Chris once said she would help me and my younger biological sister, Abigail, find them. But, as time passes, I no longer want to look for them. I want to give up and accept that I don't have them now and won't have them in the future.

I walked down the stairs to look for Chris. I found her on the second-floor balcony, sitting on a rocking bench. She sat in front of calm scenery—a forest and a waterfall.

I entered the room and raised an eyebrow. It was a silent question: Did she want me to join her?

I sit down next to her, and she looks at me for a second, then stares at the view. "What happened?"

"Does something have to happen for me to come and sit next to you?" I asked.

She smiled, "No, it's just... you look like something is coming on. Do you want to talk about all this?"

I laughed to myself, "Do you remember that we've been looking for our parents for a hundred years? So, I want to give up—you know, I usually persist for a long time before making that decision."

"So why?" She turned her body to me. "We were so close - we found out that your father lives in central California, and yes, you're right. We haven't found your mother yet, but we can keep looking. If you want to give up, I support you."

"You usually don't give up on me, either. Do you mean it, or are you just doing reverse psychology on me?" I asked in confusion and disbelief. "And as for why, I'm not sure I want to know about it."

"You don't want to ask them questions like, 'Why did they abandon you?'" Chris asked. I had many questions for them.

"You're right," I looked down at my hands. Then I hugged my knees and looked back at the landscape. I thought about what Chris had said. "You said my dad is in central California?" If that's true, why don't we go to him? She's not sure if it's him.

She looked confused. "I thought I had told you," I said. "I said it was a matter of time. But, as soon as you're ready, we'll talk to him."

"Who's more like him? Am I or Abigail?" I asked to make the conversation easier.

"I know what you're doing, but there isn't anything to stress about. No matter how it ends, you'll always be part of the family." She ignored the question I asked, and she was right; it was out of pressure.