When Secrets Run Out

Calls and Jealousy

Oliver's POV

      I'm lounging away in my living room, a bit too lazy to move even after I finished my pack of delicious treats. I found a book yesterday that I haven't read in a few hundred years, but since I have all this free time and nothing else to do, I decide to give it another go.

       Though after a few pages in, I begin to recall the reason as to why I haven't read this book in so long.

        It's meant to be a romance story between a Vampire and human but there are so many things wrong with it.

         For one, the stupid Vampire in the story is neither a Chosen or an Original, but rather some fetishized version of us that I find very disturbing. For one thing, the man is said to have perfect pale skin and blood red eyes and muscles made of steel. I've met a few Vampires that are anything but white and they come in all shapes and sizes.

       I don't know what I expected from humans when woman in this day and age can't even find a consistent pants size.

       Another thing that makes me want to gag away all the oreos that I had eaten this morning, is the idea that Vampires can't live without blood even for a day. If humans are going to be in love with a species, you would think that assholes would attempt to at east get something right.

       We only need to feed one week out of the month and even then, one feeding a day will keep us sated and sane.

       But the only thing that grates my nerves to no ending is the fact that with all the species in the world, to had to have been a human that he fell in love with.

        It's because of the ignorant creatures that for years they believed that only werewolves were able to have a soulmate in any sense of the world. The rest of us supernaturals were look at as fair game or love interests when all we ever desired was our soulmate and maybe a few smaller versions of ourselves running around.

        It's a bit weird to go into town and for someone to look at your fangs and immediately fall in love.

         Even if it's been thousands of years since I've experienced it.

        Just as I'm about to get up and throw the wretched book away, my phone sitting on the table begins to ring. At first I look around trying to figure out where the noise is coming from before I remember that Eve gave me a phone about a month ago.

        She said it was easier for her to check on me that way without having to come all the way out here. I told her she was just a lazy bitch and of course she didn't disagree. I pick up the phone and slide the green button across the screen before hesitantly placing it against my ear.

        "Greetings, Evelyn." I tell her, setting the horrid book down on the coffee table so that I can remember to through it away before the day is at its end.

         "You sound like an old man." She tells me and I chuckle to myself. That was another reason that I got a television, but I don't see anything wrong with the way I talk, even if I don't fit in with the creatures around me. All fo their slang language and new words make my head ache.

         "I am an old man, so I don't see that as an insult." I tell her and she laughs before her voice comes through with excitement.

           "There's going to be a ball in a few weeks. It's pure Vampires along with their Bonds. Though I don't have one, I'm excited to go!" She tells me and though I try hard to keep the smile in my voice, pure jealousy comes to wipe it away.

           Though I hate people and the idea of having to talk to them, having the option to get an invitation and turn it down is still missed. I want to choice is decide even if my decision would have kept me in the same place: In my mansion thinking away the life that I have around me.

        "That's divine, Evelyn." I tell her but even to my own ears my voice sounds flat and depressing.

          She sighs on the other in and I feel a sense of guilt at making her upset when she was so clearly ecstatic about an event she has every right to. "I wish you could go without having to hide yourself." She tells me and I smile at the sentiment.

          "I would never wish to be in the presence of such pretentious and arrogant assholes. I have enough of that within myself to go searching for it in other people." I assure her and she laughs along with me and I feel just a tad bit better to know that I didn't completely ruin her mood.

          "What have you done today?" She asks me and I think about it before I grind dj sit up quickly in excitement.

          "Now, I will admit that I was hesitant to try them, but the oreo cookies that you gave me to try were amazing, Eve. Whenever you don't feel too lazy, you should bring me a few more." I tell her and she laughs in joy at my answer, making my cheeks raise in a rarely seen smile.

            "I knew you would love them! They have different colors and favors. I'll come see you in a few days and bring you my favorites." She  promises me and I smile in contentment though I'm aware that she can't see it.

            "Sounds like a deal. Now do go enjoy yourself, don't let this old man hang you up." I tell her and she nods her goodbye before the call disconnects.

             I will forever be grateful that I found her half dead when she was younger in the woods behind my house. I think we saved each other, her from death and I from years of loneliness. If only something else were to happen that would maybe take away only a bit more of the pain.

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Ugh I love this man so much. He's so precious. Okay there probably won't be updates tonight because I'll be prepping for tomorrow which I plan to write all day.

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