Agatha woke up at twilight and realized she has no reason for living. But one moment later she felt a bit better, remembering she wasn't actually living at all.
Well, nothing extraordinary about that.
As usual, she started her "day" with a melancholic thought: If there's no light without darkness and no life without death - you can't be actually considered as a living being. Practically, you live forever, until some smart-ass trained enough in killing dark creatures comes along and put you out of your misery. Can life be considered real if there's no natural death in it? Keep that thought for after you'll have your coffee, Agatha told herself.
She stretched her limbs, spreading arms and legs at the length and width of her king-size bed, moaned quietly and thought: "well, this day slash night is going to be as miserable as any other, and even so, it has to be lived somehow, so I better get up and get ready for it".
She got up and stepped to the full-wall-length window opposing her bed and opened the heavy, silky black curtains. She certainly loved the extreme of being hidden from the deadly sunlight only by a thick layer of fabric. Some said it was suicidal. Well, perhaps they right. After all, she was a respected psychologist, suicidal tendencies of any kind were in the area of her expertise. But truth to be told, her windows were facing the deep forest embracing this part of Crenberrywood, so chances to get some real sunshine through the windows were pretty slim, but she enjoyed the delicate sensation of tickling her own nerves.
Agatha parted the curtains, allowing the dim milky moon light to fill the room instantly. It spreaded its pale beams on the bed, the large dresser and the closet.
Agatha used to call it a grave - she despised of the idea of sleeping in a container designed as eternal home for the decomposing flesh. If she really had to sleep in a wooden box, the closet is much better choice, at least it have something to cheer her up in there - her favorite dresses. But she prefered her bed. Vampire or not, she still was a girl and wanted to enjoy the comfort and fluffiness of a big and warm bed. Besides, it was useful for other activities too.
She loved her home, especially her bedroom. It took a lot of efforts to put the pieces together and create the perfect environment for the whole incompatible and self-contradictory creature she was: young body with an old soul, a blood-dependant demon with the purpose of helping people to struggle with their personal, moral and even spiritual problems. Immortal creature with no desire to live. It could've been romantic, if it wasn't so pathetic.
She sat by the dresser, looking at her reflection absently (luckily, modern days vampires do reflect in the mirror, otherwise it'd be really tricky to apply her make-up).
One brief look at her journal reminded her that she's having a visitor today. A new one. Didn't leave a name, was very snappy on the phone, barely said few words, just made an appointment, like a clerk or something. "That is nice, I won't be talking just to myself today", thought Agatha. She loved her visitors, because sometimes they talked so much they even managed to outcry the voices in her head.
Agatha started her beauty routine by brushing her thick hair in the color of old oak. Being pretty always helped her patients to open up quicker, to get to the root of their struggle. Perhaps the intimacy of the dark hours contributed to it as well. Luckily, she had her name advocating for her, providing an adequate explanation, reasoning and excuse for her being so eccentric.
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The visitor arrived at almost midnight, delivered by a grumpy taxi driver who looked at the house suspiciously, shredded and took off with screeching tires. Agatha moved a few years ago to the outskirts of her beloved town - Cranberrywood. It was a unique place in nation's history: a phoenix of a city, resurrected from being a ghost-town for over 20 years. When she just moved here 10 years ago, Agatha hoped this change of scenery will revive something in her as well, after feeling dead inside since that awful night when she was converted.
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VampireAgatha is a cynical vampire psychologist practicing in the unique resurrected town Cranberrywood. When Spades, a vampire born patient asks her to help him find his parents, she takes on a dangerous and exciting journey to reveal not only Spades's da...