4. Telepathy.
Earlier sense of ominous felt like a joke now that I observed what was happening around the family room.
People inside the house - the driver was sent for a three months holiday since yesterday - which were my family, Frederick and James, now passed each other popcorns, bag of chips, sodas, wines, ice creams and other type of junkies. Chatting carelessly with each other.
The plush satin covered sofas now was repositioned a bit more further to the wide white plastic sheet used to rematerialize the pictures coming from the projector held at the room's back ceiling.
A few minutes later, the men were somehow gathered at the back of the room, discussing what should be put on first which I'd bet only Satan knows what. Mom and Fiona were talking about Mom's next film's wardrobe. And I, sat near Fiona, sipping on my wine from the crystal clear goblet. Blood red and sweet.
"Okay, I think we're ready." Dad announced from the back.
"Ready for what?" I asked quizzically.
"Some slideshow presentation." He said, shrugging.
Then, he ordered the rest to take a seat, make ourselves comfortable and to not ask questions in the middle of the presentation.
"Now, let me-" Johan stopped midway when he saw me raise my hand. He pointed at me as if we were in a reality game show - which disturbed me a little - and said, "Yes. Miss Alexandra?"
"Seeing you acting as if we're in a reality game show, let me ask this: 'Why in the scorching seventh pit of hell did I know not of today's agenda, which meant to refer to the presentation slideshow, dear host?'"
The room laughed hard at my mocking serious tone and exaggerated use of hand gesture performing my question. Even Johan laughed like I'd never seen him laughed before.
"That's partially because you were sleeping like the dead for almost every night - discussions were done almost everyday since last week, for your information - and you, young lady, was out with James, this afternoon. Blame him for not telling you."
I turned to glare at James, who was standing at the back and hastily shuffled the remaining whatsoever it was at the back as he caught my eyes.
"So, who's presenting?" I asked, pulling my glare from James to look at Johan.
"That'd be me and James." Johan said calmly but I saw a hint of humor in his eyes as if I was missing some obvious joke.
"What-" I started another one but was cut by Johan.
"You save your questions later after the show." He reminded me patiently.
I pouted my lips and Frederick - who took a seat beside me - put an arm on my shoulders, shaking me lightly, to soothe me. I sunk further, making myself feel snug into Frederick's embrace but still scowling as if it was chiseled permanently on my face.
Johan raised his eyebrows - in an expression when fathers disapprove their daughter cozying up with a guy that you usually see on TV - and I gave him a look that I thought was clear on my face, saying stop me if you dare. Then he turned to Fred who was chuckling under his breath.
"No, Sir. I dare not to do that under your roof." He said, still chuckling.
"Good." Johan replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Now, let's get started."
The desktop screen projected on the white sheet - with the cursor moving around swiftly - had now opened a new file and showed a beautiful red-black-white theme for it's presentation slides. The heading was a bloody scribble saying, "Vamps' History."
