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Losing our minds

"Wow, what a great night" I said looking up at the starry sky. It was one of those 'bright' nights when you can actually see something. Well maybe it's just me. Finally, my eyes developed to cat-level.

For more then twenty minutes I was sitting outside the mansion. God knows who brought me here but I felt inspired to write. My journal has been being filled with thoughts, summarized events, memories and everything, all conversations and all the feelings that I have been having.

So once again, my emotions were spilled on a slightly yellow recycled paper with a pen which costed 0.98 $ (110 JPY). For this activity I found a bench in the middle the red roses garden, right in front of the fountain. I got myself comfortably sitting in Sukhasana style on neatly crafted stone block. Placing a maroon leathern notebook on my left leg for support, I opened it and started to write

....sometimes I keep asking myself if my sanity will survive here? But I came here all goofy, hyper, peculiar and funky in the first place. For the first months those guys called me crazy even tho it's not a proper way to describe me. Adventures - is more accurate word. And the only reason why they have been calling me like this is because of my reactions. But it's only my guesses. Sure all biting, threatening parts seriously scares the living shit out of me but all those other stuff. Pffff. For example, Ayato still hold a grudge on me because of those words 'I couldn't feel anything'. He glares at me a lot. At first it was fun but I got sick of it. So the last time when he glared at me I couldn't hold my mouth shut so I said to him 'Oh suck it up. You're a vampire, you should be good at that'. Was it dangerous? Yes. Was my life endanger? Yes. Was it risky? Yes Was it funny? Yes. Would I do that again? Absolutely.

Until now, I still can't believe that they are...who they are. A myth. It's said that every lie has a drop of truth in it. Well the truth is that vampires suck blood. And everything else said about them is only a fairy tale. Like, the first day in this mansion, after finding out they are vampires and I'll be a food bank, the one thing that I sweated about was 'Is that mean I won't get a garlic bread?'

Like always, I defy the reality. I was doing it in the past and I'm doing it right now. Probably that's why I'm acting like a little child...

From my notebook I looked back at enormous mansion drowned in mystical aura. I took a deep breath before lowering my gaze back down to a paper.

...But like Sam Smith says, I'm not the only one. Firstly, my brothers are dorky but the eldest ones grew out of it.....

Note: do a research about 'Is foolishness and stupidity inheritable?'

Second, sometimes I have to be the sane one in this mansion. When those vampires aren't acting vampirish, things get...interesting. Looking from a psychologist perspective it would be A+ worth thesis. Their personalities changes from sadistic predators to a teenagers arguing over who got the best singing skills. That is something you won't read in books or see in movies....

I stopped writing when the faint sound of explosion spread in the mansion's territory. I looked around at first being confused from where it came from but the same sound repeated again clearing out that it came from the mansion.

"Now this is interesting" I got off the bench and walked in the mansion.

The first thing that I noticed after closing the door behind me, a meat burning smell. It didn't took me long to figure out where I should be looking the source of this commotion. On my way I heard pots-throwing sound and plate shattering. As I turned around the corner my legs tripped over something and I fell flat on the face.

"Ughh..."

"He...hehe.....heheheHAHAH!" I heard a laughter behind me. As I turned around the blond hair vampire was laying on the floor too, holding his stomach, not even a little trying to contain his laughter.