Cursed To Be With You

Chapter 6 (Part 2 ~ ONC 5 of 5)

Sucking back another coffee, I stared at the vampire that had murdered my boss. I didn't want to be like this because he was just another predator in this world. Like any of the big cats, a shark, a crocodile, birds of prey, they all did it. Even humanity killed to sustain their life.

Maybe my issue with Constantino was that he ended Nelson's life without giving him a chance to achieve his goals. The big dream, to be the professor that found something that would change the world. Well, he was that, but he'd never know it.

What would happen now? How could I let Constantino out into the world, knowing what he was? This wasn't just being an accessory to murder, it was the weight upon my conscious knowing what he would be doing. How often did he need to drink blood? Once a day, a week or a month? Did he take one life or was it another ten?

How soon before the authorities caught up with him? How long before his own kind figured out that he wasn't dead anymore? Did he need protection or would he be okay?

I had no idea of how powerful he was or if he was just another guy. Did he have supernatural abilities or nothing at all? I'd seen fast movement when he grabbed my arm, but that might have been a one-off. It was not a real indication of his ability.

Searching the internet for fact rather than fiction, I found a lot of one and not the other. Everything was imaginary or written as a belief but really was fiction. I didn't need hypothetical ramblings from someone who lived in fantasy land. I needed the truth, and I suspected that I would not find it. If Nelson didn't know what he faced in the tomb, how did anyone know the truth?

I knew that I was on my own here. Until Constantino and I could communicate properly, we would struggle. Broken words and heavy frowns, gestures, and strain. It would be a hard path, but I knew that I'd walk it. I don't know why but I couldn't turn away from Constantino. It felt like it was my duty to be his guide.

Maybe it was also my duty to ensure that he selected his meals wisely. Could I be a guide to a murderer? I wanted to search how many years an accessory to murder got but didn't, fearing that the government watched everything that happened on the internet. My search terms for tonight were undoubtedly concerning.

I didn't know how much the government invaded our privacy, but I wasn't prepared to take the risk. It was bad enough that I was hiding him here rather than calling the cops. That would be a thought-provoking call. I'm sure they'd call a doctor to have me committed instead of coming here to investigate.

Maybe there was another solution to this lack of information. I wanted to know if there were more vampires out there. Perhaps the vampire at this table could answer the questions in my mind. All I had to do was figure out a way to ask him and to ensure that he understood me.

Taking a blank piece of paper, I drew a face that was a circle and two dots for eyes, a line for a mouth and two little triangles for fangs. On the other side of the paper, I drew several vampire faces.

Getting his attention, I pointed to the singular vampire and then to him.

"Constantino, is there just one vampire or is there a lot?"

He looked at the two images and then lifted his gaze to me. Warily he pointed to the picture of a lot of vampires.

"Okay." I sighed.

Then I set out to draw a house around the singular vampire.

"This is you in this house, yes?"

He nodded silently. Then I moved the pen to the other vampires.

"Where are they?"

It looked like he weighed up the options. Taking the pen from me, Constantino drew waves between the group of vampires and the one that represented himself.