Meet The Suckers

[ 001: The Meeting ]

I have never been the type to go outside or come home in the middle of the night but that one time that I did, things went terribly wrong. This is just another boring story of a boring, workaholic lady but things suddenly took a weird turn. Walking out of the convenience store with a plastic bag on hand, I tripped and fell, face on the ground. I got up immediately while looking at my surroundings to see if anyone has witnessed the embarrassing scene. Unfortunately, someone did.

I tried not to mind the embarrassment of knowing that someone saw me, a 20-something-year old lady, tripping but I felt that he was following me. As soon as he got closer to where I was, I noticed that there were wounds and bruises all over his body and his stomach was bleeding like crazy.

My first thought was to run away just like what any normal person would have done but something tells me that I should help a man covered in wounds. It's not like he could harm me anyway, seeing that he's all beat up like that. I slowly walked towards him and inspected his every movement just so I could make sure if he is holding anything dangerous such as a gun, a knife, or a chainsaw. Fortunately, there was none so I rushed towards him and gave him a helping hand as he limped.

"Good evening, milady." He bowed like a complete gentleman even when he's already shaking because of his wounds but my idea of him regrettably changed faster than a lightning bolt when he continued, "I regret to disturb you during your leisurely midnight walk but are you willing to sell your sanitary belt for a hundred bucks?"

I'm pretty sure that my mouth just formed the biggest "O" ever seen by the humankind as he uttered those words.

"E-excuse me? Are you kidding me?" I asked, wondering if what I heard was correct. I mean, it's 12am and I'm a little sleep-deprived so I should really be asking whether I'm in the right mind or not.

"Oh, no. Of course I would not be fooling around right now," He said while clenching his fist which is now dripping blood. I am not really scared of blood and all the violent shit but it's crazy how he's bleeding so much and he still hasn't lost consciousness. I mean, sure he's pale and all but it really is weird that he has not fainted yet with all the blood he's lost.

Still, he's a stranger and most probably dangerous but I'm sure as hell that he's a pervert.

"You know what, I don't know who you are but my mom told me not to talk to strangers!" I yelled as I ran towards my house immediately. I was lucky that my house is just near the convenience store but is it safe to go home when I'm being followed by this bloody pervert?

Minutes later, I was in front of my house frantically searching my pockets for keys. Normally, it was easy to find keys in pockets but pockets smell fear. Once it knows that you are panicking, it turns into a blackhole. It was impossible to find my keys when I'm this flustered so I just took my emergency key placed under my door mat because that is an extremely secure place to hide a key.

I immediately went in and locked the door in case the pervert tries to break in. It was after an hour or so of watching Once Upon A Time when I finally got rid of my fright that the pervert might come in so I did my final night rituals, changed my pads, then slept.

***

I woke up with no worries— at least, not yet.

"What a way to start a morning!" I exhaled as I saw my bedsheets stained with blood. Having menstruation is the worst. I can't even emphasize how I hate it but I can tell you that I hate it more than crocs.

To make sure I get the bad vibes off me, I went to the counter to make myself a delicious and nutritious breakfast because I am a responsible and independent adult. Oh, it feels so good to say that!

As I was about to set down my hot chocolate with marshmallows (because you can never forget the mallows), I hear something rustling from the living room. I slowly crept towards the sofa with my kitchen knife, of course, because a soldier does not go to war without his weapons.

"YOU PERVERT!" I yelled as I saw the pervert sleeping on my sofa. He probably got shocked by my voice because he was slowly opening his eyes. I made sure to hold my kitchen knife tightly in case things get a little violent. Who knows, right?

"Chill, girl." He said, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. He was like a complete opposite of what he was last night. Last night, he was so . . . gentlemanly. But, what do I care? He's a stranger and he's sleeping on my sofa. Of course, I'd care!

"Chill? What do you mean chill? Get away from me! Go out!" I shouted, making sure that I look threatening with a knife. He didn't look surprised by my gesture at all. Instead, he sat up, took a pillow, and hugged it as if it was his own. "What the fuck?"

"It's too early for your to be shouting, baby." He sighed with his bedroom voice. Well. Probably. I wouldn't know. Why should I even know? I don't even want to know.

I was beyond furious. I didn't know I could be this mad until I daw a cup with red liquid and what seems to be my pad on it. MY PAD. MY USED PAD.

"What the fuck is this? You sick pervert!" I, once again, yelled at him. This time, I let go of the kitchen knife on my hand and tried to run away from him as soon as possible but my short, jelly legs failed me.

He immediately caught up to me and held my arm aggressively. "I don't want to waste much energy on trivial things but you know whag, screw it." He said, as if he was talking to himself then he looked me straight into my eyes and commanded, "calm down."

I did not want to calm down but surprisingly, I did. My nerves suddenly felt loose and I momentarily forgoto about the anger and fear I felt several seconds ago. Just like magic.

"I am a vampire—" he started but I cut him off quickly.

"WHAT? Oh my god!" I hysterically said but he snapped his fingers and suddenly, I could not talk.

"I am a vampire and I was attacked by werewolves. To cut things short, I was wounded and I needed blood but I couldn't bite anyone because they cut my canine teeth," He said as he showed me his teeth which were flat just like a normal person's, "I smelled you and forntuately, you're at that time of the month so I took advantage of it."

"So, why'd you tell me all this?" I asked him.

He chuckled, "because you're going to forget it all anyway."

He snapped his fingers once again but nothing magical happened. His face fell nut he tried it again and again but still, nothing.

"What the fuck?" He said as he tried and tried and tried . . . and tried but his efforts were of no avail.

"What the hell are you?"

[ Author's Note: ] - 12/15/15
Hi! As you can see, I have changed a lot in the plot because this seems a lot better than what I did before. I liked the changes I made. Hopefully, you'd like it, too! Please do leave a comment or vote this chapter if you liked it!

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