Before
"Wake up. We're here."
I stretched out my arms and yawned, "This is were you live?" I asked sleeplessly as I unbuckle my seat belt. "Did I not just say we are here?" he asked as he stopped the car and got out. "Yes, you have." I answered softly, and I push the car door handle.
"It's stuck!" I shouted as I push harder, "Help me, I'm stuck!" He walks up to the door and opens it. "Come here." I walk up to him and grabs me, and carries me on his back. He locks the car behind him and walks to the front door and unlocks it.
"Welcome home Mr.H! How was you're trip to India? Oh, I hope it was wonderful! Did you see that old friend of yours?" It was a large man blocking the entrance of the house, "The trip was fine, Pinku. Now get out of the way." He said in a harsh tone and Pinku nods and walks back inside, "Who was that Mr.H?" I ask, "A nobody." he takes me off his back and walks inside, I follow behind. "Mr.H how can you call me a nobody when I served you for almost a century worth-,"
"Pinku, get the bags from the car and bring them inside." Mr.H commanded, Pinku nodded and headed towards the door. Then he stopped walking and faced me, "Hey you know I'm really tired, and I get tired very fast for my age. And I was wondering if you would kindly assist me-," Mr.H stopped him from talking any further and hit him in the head with a stick.
"Go get the bags form the car and bring them inside Pinku." Mr.H repeated and walked away. Pinku made a grumpy face and rubs his head, "Awo! I hate sticks! What man carries a stick with him? Sticks belongs on a tree not in you're hands-,"
"Pinku. Are you going to do what I asked or not?" Mr.H asked, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Yes of course Mr.H. Anything for you master, " Pinku answered back and walks outside with the car keys. I sigh and walk up towards Mr.H, "Is Mr.Pinku you're maid?" I ask, "Yes." he answered motionless and enters a room. "He is something isn't he?" I jumped, "Pinku you scarred me!" I turn around to face him, "Say, why don't we talk in private. I have something to ask you. Follow me."
I followed him and we ended up to what appears to look like a basement, "This is my room, my bathroom and my kitchen." Pinku said and I gave him a look, "What? There are people that is still out there looking for a place to stay. All of this to me is luxury." he bragged, but I still look at him with concern.
He blinked a couple times and cleared his throat, "Right, I brought you here to ask you something. You see, I've known Mr.H for over a century. He isn't that type of man to just allow just anyone to waltz into his home. And expressly humans-," I stopped him, "What's wrong with humans?" I ask, "There are the most pathetic things to walk in the presents of Mr.H. If he smells a human he'll hold his breath, and wait till' they took there daily baths-,"
"Pinku." It was Mr.H at the door, I look at Pinku and he was on his knee's crying. "Oh, Mr.H! I'm so sorry for talking harshly about you-, well I mean you are harsh in character but I didn't mean to offend you tasty human dinner-, I mean guest!"
"Save you're apologize Pinku. Here." Mr.H through a plate of food on the table, "Eat." Pinku started drooling in the sight of the plate of food and ran to it with a fork and knife. "Little girl are you hungry?" Mr.H ask me, I nod my head. "Here." handed me a plate of food, and a tall glass of orange juice. "Thank you Mr.H."
"You're welcome." Mr.H almost headed out that door, "Waite, Mr.H! Where's the orange juice that goes with my meal?" Pinku asked, "In the fridge. Go and get it yourself." he said and walks out the door. "Lazy!" Pinku snapped and Mr.H came back with a stick an through it at his face. "Goodbye Pinku." he walks back out the door and closes it behind him.
After me and Pinku ate are meals I ask him, "Pinku. What do you mean what you've said Mr.H didn't like humans. Why does he hate them?" Pinku turned his chair to face me and answered, "Well you see, Mr.H isn't human. He is an intelligent, heroic and hansom vampire. He always despised humans because he though of them as nothing but a walking vending machines-,"
"A vending machine? He thinks I'm a-," Pinku interrupted me, waving his hands in front of him.
"No, no, no! If he though you were a vending machine, you wouldn't be breathing right now."
I frowned, "But if he hates my kind. How can he be an old friend to my mother?" I ask, Pinku eye's light up like fireworks, "You mean you're the daughter of Master Harp's old friend? She wasn't just a human. She was the human he ever meet that didn't die at his feet." he ran towards a drawer and pulled out a warned out scraped book. He opened it and point to a photograph of my mother and Mr.H standing next to him.
The sight of the picture almost made me laugh, my mom with her beautiful smiling face. Full of life and happiness. And the man standing like a statue next to her, motionless and dead. While my mother's smiling his frowning. "Before you were born, Mr.H, or what people call him by his full name Evan Harp, used to be madly in love with what he calls "an old friend" by this he means you're mother. The only person in the wold that can make him happy. They were together forever."
"What happened now?" I ask, "Well, she had an arranged marriage with another man. And they had you and moved to India. Years passed and to my surprise, invited you to his home." he said the last couple words with caution, and I answer. "He says I live with him now." Pinku eye's widen and then slowly back to normal and shock his head saying, "Oh, why am I so shocked about that news for. Of course his not over her. That was his first love for crying out loud."
