Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 05 - And the Oscar goes to...

My alarm clock rings waking me up. I growl! How I wish I could sleep more! I wake up with my usual chronicle morning bad mood. I head to the bathroom for a warm shower to lift me up and to give me the courage to face the day. I don't know why I have hopes that a shower would make my humor better. I turn off the water, dry myself, and wear the ugly uniform. Definitely, uniforms and I aren't BFF... I feel so silly inside it!

Then, I go to Lorie's room, I hope she's in a good mood today, or things won't run smoothly. I enter her room and open the curtains to let the sunlight streams in before calling her.

Khawla: Lorie, dear, time to go to school!

She whines a little and gets up fast. She looks deeply at me.

Lorie: You look like you're dead!

Oh, well! Here we go! Is it considered murder if I kill an undead?

But she's probably right. I'm still fatigued because of the jet lag and the past sleepless two weeks. Not only this, I'm really feeling drained because of all emotional stress I went through: the sickness and death of my grandmother, all papers that I had to take care back home, trying to find my parents without success, changing the field of my studies, leaving everything behind and jump into a new life, in a new city, in a new country...

I didn't get any sun, or I did any druid ritual to recharge my batteries in these last two weeks. Even my electric guitar has being silent for a while, and I love to play it.

Khawla: Yeah. Kinda. I'm exhausted only.

Lorie nods and doesn't add anything more.

"Thanks, God!"

Lorie goes to take her morning shower while I'm making her bed, organizing all those scary stuffed animals, and preparing her school backpack with the books for today's classes. She finishes her shower and comes to me help her to get dressed. Then, I start combing her long pink hair lost in my thoughts until her remark brings me back to reality.

Lorie: Khawla, do you know that you look like a vampire?

I'm stunned. I've lived among vampires my entire life, and it doesn't make me a vampire. Maybe my behavior?

Khawla: I beg your pardon?

Lorie: You're so pale and also... you have a dark aura!

I frown.

"What should I answer her? That vampires don't exist? I really can tell a vampire that vampires don't exist?"

I prefer not to answer, and I continue combing her long pink hair. She insists on her suspicion.

Lorie: You're a vampire, aren't you?

Khawla: I can assure you that I'm not if it worries you.

Lorie: It doesn't worry me. I'd be pleased if my slave were a vampire.

Lorie smirks. I'm sure she can sense something, and she's trying to know the truth making me lose control to spill the beans.

Khawla: Lorie, please, stop with this nonsense!

Lorie: I'm sure you're a vampire!

Khawla: No, I'm not! And if it comforts you, vampires don't exist!

"Oh, my God! I don't believe I've just said that to a vampire!"

Lorie shrugs.

Khawla: Now, let's go downstairs. I bet Nicolae is waiting for us at the dining room.