142 Days as a Vampire

Chapter 5: Day Seven

Today marks my first week birthday, was my first thought as I woke up. The previous day had been been slow yet quick at the same time. The dusk had gone slow and the night flew by as I read the book given to me. But this morning was starting just like the previous one, as I had awakened shaking. It was strange, I was already falling into a schedule in my new life. Get up, flee to the kitchen, drink, read, flee to the kitchen, drink, then read til dawn. Being under nest arrest wasn't so bad.

Getting out of the sheets I got dressed into jeans and a graphic V-neck t-shirt. Shaking as I opened the door and ventured out into the hallway. No one was up, I could tell from the eerie, deathlike stillness. The sun was up. Even though I was surrounded by the earth of the brick my body was telling me the sun was up into the mid afternoon. 

I made it to the kitchen and opened the fridge to find blood bags hanging up neatly in rows depending on its type. I wasn't exactly a blood connoisseur, they all tasted the same to me. So I picked up the one we had the most of, O+. Picking out a mug from one of the oak cabinets and opened the bag and poured the chilled contents into the cup. I took a sip. Its not exactly the best tasting thing in the world, like eating noodles that had been sitting too long. But it was necessary, this little ritual was how I got through warming up breakfast. 

Placing the mug in the microwave I nuked it only for a few seconds and stirred with my finger. Perfect temperature. I sat down at the huge table and sighed into the mug before taking a huge swig. I held onto the warm mug thinking back to cold days when I would hold onto hot cocoa mugs to warm my numb fingers. The human normalcy made me feel better as a took another swig. 

There was movement to my right as a secret door opened up in the back of the kitchen. I sucked in a breath, it was the human. I kept my eyes on the mug afraid of what may happen if I let go. 

"Afternoon!" He said chirping. 

WHAT?! I turned to look at the human, mouth agape, shock plastering my features.

"What?" He asked. "You still hung up on what happened a few days ago?"

I didn't say anything, just returned my gaze to the mug. The human moved around to the fridge and pulled out a takeout box of Chinese and nuked the contents. Grabbing a fork he sat across from me. 

"You know I'm not mad about it." He said stabbing into a piece of chicken.

"How can you no be?" I asked quietly.

"Cause that is just how you are programmed..." I sensed he wanted to say more but he just stuffed the chicken in his mouth. I followed suit and took a sip from my mug.

"Its just water under the bridge."

"How can you say that?" I mumbled. "What I did wasn't right and...I'm sorry." The last bit came out more of a whisper than actual speech. 

"Wait what did you say?" The human put down his fork and looked more directly at me.

"I said I am sorry." I looked up and met his eyes.

"You know...I never would have thought I would hear that come out of a vamp's mouth. It doesn't sound right." He chuckled. "But anyways apology accepted."

I sighed, I felt as if a weight for my chest had been lifted. I took a sip from my mug and looked up to the complete stranger before me. I could see him better now that I wasn't trying to kill him. His eyes were brown with a hazel center. His hair seemed to match those eyes, brown hair that was long and wavy mixed in with natural highlights. His lips were thin but went well with his prominent cheek bones and Adam's apple. Scruff littered his face and neck. His skin was light but an old tan still glowed from this past summer. If he wore a Puka shell necklace and some swim trunks I would have assumed he was a surfer.