The Dark Lover Lestat Book One

OBSESSIVE THINKING

I pulled up onto my driveway exhausted and just sat there for a few minutes thinking. What did Les tat exactly mean by us encountering again? It was like he knew we would or something. As though he planned on it. I didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing. Les tat was factually a vampire. Since he was a vampire that meant he craved blood. Not just any blood, human blood. His voice echoed in my head ("So if we encounter again") did he mean by saying that if or when we do, that he'd feed on me or kill me? His creepy bold smile replayed in my head as he disappeared into the cold and dark alley way. Was that a sign I would die soon... His facial expression in my memory surely pretty much gave me that message.

 I got out of my car and looked around the dark yard and at my house. My house was one of the oldest cottages in London, but for some reason my mom didn't have to pay a lot of money for it when she bought it. That was another question that suddenly after a few years tested my brain.

  "Oh who gives rat’s ass". I said out loud trying to snap out of my obsessive thoughts. I went into my house and it was dead quiet. The Living room clock said it was 9:46. So i decided that i was too lazy and tried to take bathe and instead I sat on my couch and turned on the TV. You can guess who popped up once again in front of my very eyes. Yes Les tat of course. His music video for the song System played and suddenly he sang ("Why won’t you die? Your blood in mine!") My eyes grew huge and i quickly pushed the off button on the remote.

 "Wow that song would be on right now." I sighed rolling my eyes. I started up the stair case when my house phone rang. I ran back downstairs to the kitchen and answered. "Uh, hello?"

 "Cheri, its mom."

  "Oh hey mom, how are you, i miss you." I sat down at the kitchen table.

  "I miss you too and I'm good. How was your day?" She asked in a concerned voice. As though she thought I couldn't handle her being away. Which wasn’t the case at all?

  "Oh you know, normal, I drove to the store today." I lied but hey I couldn't say i had stayed home when i hadn't.

  "What for?"

   "Oh orange juice and eggs." I replied lazily wanting the conversation to end so i could go to bed.

 "Well that sounds boring." She answered sounding just as lazy as I did.

  "Yeah, i guess."

  "So there has been some change in plans." My mom said sounding awkward.

  I sighed "Oh yeah, like what exactly has changed." I tapped my free hands fingers on the table waiting for her to spill the beans.

 "Well you see I'm going away on another trip."

 Her words made me turn to stone. My mom was always away. And she'd never change. It was too late to anyways; I was a senior in high school. My mom was a journalist you could say, and always went away to write about the world while I was alone in a lonely large country side in Great Britain.

 "I see" I answered stiffly.

  "I'm sorry Cheri, but this could be a major opportunity for me".

  I shrugged my shoulders as though she would see me" Its fine, i have a lot to do anyways, but I'm going to bed because I'm tired."

  Her voice sounded sad “Oh alright well I love yo-uuu"

  I cut her off "Yeah night" Then hung up.

 I went back up stairs and got ready for bed. My mom and I phone conversations had always been short and weird but I was too use to my mom’s disappointments to let her get to me, but Lestat was a whole other story. Lestat would haunt my dreams again that night.