Dracula's Tears

Chapter 8

Unlocking the door to your apartment door, the keys clanged onto the side table by your door.

With a soft thud, the door closed behind you.

Everything was as you left it.

A damp towel on the couch, of which you hear Rosa yelling in your head that it would ruin the fabric.

Slippers strewn underneath the glass coffee table and a basket of washing to do on top of it.

A mess. But it was your mess, an organised chaos of sorts.

Blinking, a red light flickered from the corner of your eye.

The telephone flickered a red light once more.

Pressing the button, the automated voice spoke," You have one new message."

"[Your name], I need to talk to you right now." The muffled voice of Clara played, her voice trembling before abruptly ending the call. 'Message taken at seven-fifty-three p.m.'

"Shit." You uttered, immediately dialling her number.

Eyes to the pale white ceiling, the hollow rings of the phone vibrated against your ear.

"Hi Clara, it's [Your name]," you spoke, gnawing at your bottom lip.

"About time."

She paused, taking a deep breath in.

"How long did you spend time with him after I left? Did anything happen between the two of you?" She spoke so quickly, that you almost didn't understand.

As though by reflex, your eyes immediately flickered to the ticking clock on the wall," Literally no more than fifteen minutes, I just got back home. There was nothing going on."

"Are you sure?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Yep. He just drove me home and he's probably on his way to your place as we speak."

The long hand of the clock must have ticked at least five times before you heard her sigh.

"Look [Nickname]...I'm sorry." She muttered, pausing once more.

"...It's just that I really like him." Her voice deepened, sighing once more.

"He's different and I just can't stand it when there are always bimbos throwing themselves at him and giving him the eye. Every singly date!"

It was on the tip of the tongue, and you almost asked,' Are you referring to me?'

Yet...was she really wrong?

The entire time you sat with them, you could not tear your eyes away from him. You were riveted every time he spoke, his voice lulling you into a spell-bound state.

Even when you tried not to look, it was impossible not to feel his presence.

"I think you need to start carrying a stick to wack everyone away."

"Actually, that's not such a bad idea." She chuckled.

"I can't really blame them for throwing themselves at him..... Oh [Nick name], he's an absolute beast in bed."

Nails digging sharply into your palms, you winced.

"[Nick name], you really need to get laid."

Perhaps another piece of truth.

"Don't. I've had many lectures from Rosa relating to how sex is good for the wellbeing and that...practically traumatised me. Seriously, why do people think that I'm not enjoying life?"