Bloodbath [VAMPIRE Series]

Chapter Seven: The Book

I'm dedicating this chapter to my dearest friend who suggested me to write the story with this genre. Yay. Lavyuuu gurl! ♥
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Because of having things planned, I come home early. Number one on the list of the things I need to do is read the book. I have a feeling that if mom finds out about the things I have discovered, she will freak out. So I make sure that she is asleep before I begin checking the book. Exactly, it is already eleven in the evening when I get the chance.

So, it happens that the book is written in a firsthand account by the vampire-author himself. The book's title is Diary of a Vampire. It seems very fictional but the book itself screams age. It looks classically old which makes it so special to me.

I don't believe in vampires. I never believed in them until I became one.

Those lines give me goosebumps making me close the book as I grasp for my chest. I don't want to read this. I can't. With the conviction of never going to open the book again, I decide to go to sleep instead. An hour or two has passed, yet my eyes never feel any drowsiness. Howbeit, I feel even more active. I reach for my wool coat as I decide to get out of the house. However, I eye accidentally at the book resting on the surface of my table. Fine. Let me try again. Drawing the strength and courage I need, I open the book and continue reading.

The vampire-author is named Tristram Heartford. The name screams familiarity like as if I've hears a thousand times before. Flipping from page to page for about a few hours, I don't notice that I haven't gotten myself a sleep. The sun is strikingly hot outside already. Mom! She'd be here in a few minutes! I have to keep this somewhere she'll never find. Anywhere in the house is a place unsafe from my mother so in the end, I slip the book inside my bag. I'll take it to school with me, it shouldn't be a problem. Except that it will ruin my fashion sense but there are always rescue operations when there's a fashion emergency. After minutes of preparing, I settle with a black leather pants which I pair with below-the-knee length boots. To complete my look, I feel content wearing a plain shirt so I won't overdo my attire. Remember that I have to carry a packbag with me. It's the safest vault I could offer to the book because it has a secret pocket inside the bag itself where I place the old thing safely.

"Good morning Youngblood!" Morticia greets when she eyes me. From the looks of it, she seems to wait for me intently. "So? Have you read the book? I've completed reading it because why not?"

What? She must be kidding! She has read all of it?

"There are only five pages in there." She continues her story-telling which halts me.

"Five pages? What are you talking about? I've read more than twenty pages in it last night." I dramatically snap at her.

"Nice try, Vee. That's funny but... not so funny." She comments as if I am not talking seriously to her.

Because of that, more questions cloud my head and in that moment, I only want to prove Morticia that I am telling her the truth. To resolve that conflict, I pull her towards the building left uneaten by the fire, somewhere perfect enough for us to hide. After taking out the book from my bag, I flip the pages I've read last night and Morticia only gives me an amused look.

"I forgot to tell you about it. Most of the pages are empty." She states, turning me violet and gray.

"Morty! Are you telling me that there are things here that you cannot see but I can?"

"I think —Wait! What? Is that even possible?"

"I swear, all of the pages here have visible prints in my eyes." I tell her, causing her mouth agape.