Just Another Vampire Story

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It was one of those fine afternoons where you have nothing better to do than sit around in your backyard and eyerape your laptop or phone screen.

I did neither, though.

I was sitting cross-legged on the grass looking up at my friend sitting on one side of the swinging couch; she was holding her very large mug of the tea she's grown fond of, I still have no idea how Hayden found it. I know that Becky did everything to hide it from me, even though I never really attempted to drink it or anything - I don't like the taste of tea.

"What else do you wanna know?"

That was the third time I asked Whisper that. She called me at freaking seven in the morning wanting me to explain more of the situation as a whole. I'm fine with it, honestly. But it's just that she was never one to be an alarm clock to anyone; it was Michelle and I who were tortured in the process of waking her. In her defense, she said she hadn't slept for a minute last night. I feel bad about that. I never wanted her to lose her sleep for such a small thing as me being a creature of another kind and her somewhat boyfriend who also happens to be her blood mate, is almost two centuries older than she is.

A small thing? You call that a small thing? I wonder what a big one would be like.

Hayden came and sat back down next to Whisper with his can of Dr Pepper, he was watching me talk and taking in her reactions towards my words. It looked like he was listening to learn, he wanted to know everything. He wanted to hang onto every word that comes out of my mouth and Troy's.

He wanted to understand. Fully. And I appreciate that.

"Well..." Her eyes shifted. She looked down at her mug and her face made it clear that she was searching for the right words. "Umm...I don't exactly know what the question should sound like, but...it's still not that plausible for me why you need to train so much. I just don't understand why it's so necessary."

I let out a light chuckle. It's not funny, but I never saw myself telling Whisper everything to that extent. The only part I kept imagining over and over was her reaction towards me telling her I am a vampire. And that's it, nothing further.

"Uh...there is kind of...an issue I am having -so to speak." I laughed as I pulled at my earlobe. She narrowed her eyes and sat up in alarm.

She knows for sure now that everything I speak of lately is never as small as I make it seem to be.

Do I do that always? Do I not take serious matters seriously? Is that wrong? But even if it is, why is it wrong? Do other people notice that? If they do, do they think that's weird? Do they think I'm crazy? Do they want to know how I feel like, or why I do it? Do they want to do it, too? Do they want me to stop? Why am I thinking so much what others want or think? I never cared, I'm not going to start now, right? Hell no! People's opinions never really did anybody any good, except for maybe when I buy a new outfit or something, but nothing on a larger scale. At least, not with me.

Whisper watched me intently as I spaced out. "I'm sort....of...being followed." She blinked a few times. "By another vampire." I added.

She choked out what sounded like a laugh, "Are you serious right now? You? You're being followed? How do you know it's a vampire?"

"Cause I-ii ssaw..him?" I uttered it out so sheepishly, I even looked around looking for something to save me from speaking of this topic.

"When?"

Fuck!

I felt Hayden's hand crawl onto my shoulder, preceding a light squeeze. "You know that pretty little trip we had. Is was fun, huh?" I laughed.

She had no humor whatsoever on her face. She was dead serious. I cleared my throat and straightened up my pose. I felt like she was going to bash my head with that mug in her hand if I made another joke about this. "That man. You know, the one that attacked me, he's a vampire...obviously." I rolled my eyes. "He-..."

"So that explains the blood." Her eyes were glazed over. A second later, though, she looked me right in the eye, "I thought I was imagining that part. Weird, right? It was your scream at the very first that made me think of the strangest things that could happen. I even pictured aliens circling you and then killing you and harvesting your organs. I kept thinking things so wild that I made myself believe that the blood covering you was my imagination, too." She fell silent for two seconds and then started laughing. I couldn't help but grin at her, too.

"Well, it wasn't aliens." I chuckled and rolled my eyes wondering if that would that make the situation any better.

"So is he just, like stalking you? Why is that bitch following you?"

"He said he knew me." I stated slowly.

With wide eyes, she yelled. "What?!" She shook her head and her eyes shifted around the place, eventually landing on Hayden...then on me. "You talked to him?"

I huffed.

I am growing tired of explaining this shit.

Next time, I'll conference call everyone, that'll get me to save my time and breathe.

"Lunch time. I'm getting hungry. What do you guys want to eat?" I want a break from repeating my story yet again, and I really was getting hungry. We were all walking towards the kitchen as each of them whispered to themselves ideas of what they'd like for lunch. It wasn't until we reached the counter that Whisper decided to wonder out loud.

"So what happens after, like four months from now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know...I mean, you said that your vampire traits or whatever they are are growing lately. What happens when they fill their scale? When you're a full vampire and all...?"

"Uhh...I don't really know. I never actually thought about this." I paused for a second as I tried thinking about it, but I didn't really want to. "I guess I'll just have more traits and I'll be stronger." I shrugged.

I watched her weigh my words. She puckered her lips to the side, "yeah and what about the food thingy? I mean...dude, you have that funny, big appetite to everything edible. Will it be the same with, you know, blood?"

I cringed. "I didn't think about that either. Troy keeps telling me I should try accepting to like it, but I just can't right now. I don't know if that's going to change later. I hope it doesn't." I turned away and walked to the fridge, then I looked at them over my shoulder, "I mean, come on, dude. Food is awesome." I opened the big machine door to reveal all kinds of the mouthwatering goods that displayed themselves on the shelves so invitingly. "I don't want to stop liking it." I laughed.

We did what we did best: sit, eat, and chill. We didn't want anything else in the world. We just sat wherever felt comfortable enough and we dug in and we lazily remained seated and talked for the next five hours. We enjoyed hanging out. We liked where we were and who we were with.

It's important, though, right? Having the right company? I mean, I guess even if we slept in the street and had way, way, way less to eat, we would still be totally okay with it because we have the ones we like enough to make us forget the horrible situations we find ourselves into. For me, it wouldn't matter, as long as I have these people with me.

They keep me warm.