Intruder Vampire

Distracted

The night air was chilled as I pedaled down the beaten-down road to my house. The sky had begun to change a deep purple color, creating the most perfect view. That was my first mistake--being distracted. Considering my past, you'd think I'd be more prepared and cautious.

But I wasn't.

I'd had a long day at the University. The students loved to pick on me for keeping my grades up and never paying attention to their mindless actions, or never attending the parties. I did what I was supposed to, and never went out of line. Which is about as equivalent as putting a target on my back and saying, "SHOOT ME." To make matters worse, work was also a bust.

I'd brought the wrong food to one of the tables I was waiting on due to being so distracted about school. The man was pretty calm and simply asked for me to take it back, while his wife on the other hand was absolutely livid. She cursed me left and right, almost to the point that I cried. After she finished her tantrum, I ran back to the kitchen and broke down into sobs.

Obviously I'm not very good under pressure.

I'd picked myself up and grabbed the right food and brought it to them. I didn't get a tip, which pretty much screwed me over when it came to getting dinner. The night didn't get any better. I forced myself to make it through the rest of the shift. A coworker of mine gave me a couple bites of her salad before I left for home.

After such a long day, I wanted nothing more than to go make a sandwich and lie down.

Of course, that's not what really happened.

I pushed the heavy front door open and entered my home of 20 years. The house was the same as always... minus the blond-headed vampire on my couch, fiddling with the remotes to my TV.

And the only reason I could even tell it was a vampire was the Victorian way she was dressed, and the dried blood that had once dripped from her mouth. What normal person looked like that? Besides, above the terrible fashion and bloodied mouth, a small fang protruded from her lips. Which you don't exactly see everyday.

However, a normal person would run for the hills, screaming. Me, on the other hand? My past included a lot of vamps.

So here I stood with a vampire in my living room. Acting as if she belonged here. As if this was all normal.

After a moment of me standing there, she looked up at me with curious, purple eyes.

"Did you know that you have a rug that says 'Come right on in' in front of your door?" The vampire hummed as she busied herself with trying to figure out the remote. Her voice had a English accent to it that made it nearly impossible to understand what she was saying. I gazed at the vampire, confused and dazed. And most importantly, startled.

"I do now..." I mumbled.

Everything went quiet except for the light clicking noises from the vampire using the remote. I dropped my messenger bag on the floor next to the vanity, never taking my eyes off of the blond for a second. She was pretty and petite. Her lips were a natural rosy color and her skin resembled marble, from the pale white shade to her deep blackish-blue veins. Her eyes were a deep purple that were actually a bit startling when you really look at them. She had this air about her that made her seem old, and very very powerful.

The vampire looked up from the remote to gaze at me. "I'm Amora. You must be Cordelia."

"D-Delia." I stammered. "Why are you in my house?" I watched as Amora sat the remote down on the coffee table and plop down onto the couch right behind it. She crossed her legs in front of her comfortably and yawned.

"Well, Delia. I'm on the run," she paused. "I can't tell you from whom, but I will tell you that either I'll stay here whether you like it or not."

I opened my mouth to argue but quickly decided against it. She may be small, but I'm sure she could break me in half if she really wanted to. So instead I nodded and folded my hands in front of me.

"So.. Why my house?"

"Well, no one in their right mind would invite a vampire in their house now would they?" Amora raised an eyebrow at me. "Whereas your rug was my invitation in."

I really needed to invest in a new rug so I didn't gain more vampires. Maybe one that has little paw prints that says "wipe your paws" or something. Anything other than the stupid rug with the vampire invitation on it. Sighing, I sat down in the chair across from the vampire. She stared at me, an amused look in her eyes.

"You're not afraid of me." she murmured.

"Should I be?"

"Well.. yes."

I shook my head at her response.

I'd spent so much time around vampires to know their tricks inside and out. I wasn't dumb, but I most certainly wasn't scared of bloodsuckers. They were like animals, they could sense your fear, and use it to their advantage. In which, you never wanted to give vampires the advantage.

Though me not being afraid seemed to do nothing but amuse Amora. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat would at Alice when she entered Wonderland. Her fangs stood out in her tiny, adorable face. She slightly tilted her head, looking me up and down, sizing me up.

"Hmm..." she hummed softly. "I like you. You're different from the other humans that I've met. I think I'll keep you around after all." Rising to her feet, she dusted off her long, Victorian gown and started upstairs, her heels clacking with each step she took.

I sighed. With more questions than answers, I made my way to my room. I didn't want to bother Amora after she oh-so-clearly ended the conversation by walking away. For now, I had to wait to ask my many questions.

I took my hair down and removed the painfully tight pants I had to wear for work. I fell backwards onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. Nina meowed at the sudden movement that disrupted her slumber. I looked over at the black cat helplessly. "Oh, Nina, what the fuck am I going to do?"