Dracula's Daughter

5 : "Are you just all bark and no bite?" | 5th of August | Year 2006

"ι ωαѕ ѕhαкιиg αℓℓ σνєя, αи∂ ιт ωαѕи'т fяσм тhє ναмριяє. мємσяιєѕ hανє тєєтh, тσσ." - Laurell K. Hamilton | Bloody Bones

{ 5 : "Are you just all bark and no bite?" | 5th of August | Year 2006 }

Time seemed to stop for Evelyn.

For a moment, she mistook the word 'block' for 'blood', and that made her surprised to even think that the people here actually sell blood for money. She held onto the canned good tightly, then after exhaling out a nervous breath, she returned it to its proper place, where it stood there all messed up and crunched.

A strange feeling overcame her, but she shrugged it off, continuing on her way.

Evelyn turned back to her cart, and began to push it forward, searching shelf after shelf whether they had the things she needed for dinner tonight. She checked the cart, noticing how it was already filled with the ingredients that she needed for later, but insisted upon herself to browse more.

Today was her grandparents's anniversary, and as their granddaughter, she wanted to do something special for them, in return for the kindness that they have given to Evelyn and to her father.

And the idea of cooking up some pasta went to her mind.

Evelyn made sure to place an alarm clock near her bedside last night, setting it to a really early time to rise up, which was four o' clock in the morning. She didn't bother, when she got used to being both a morning person and a night person.

As she had suspected earlier, not so much people were outside lately, seeing how it was a Saturday. There were only a few, but those were the only ones who were busying themselves to jog a lap or a mile, but still, it was pretty much deserted.

Evelyn took the bus to a certain place where their supermarkets had everything that was needed in it, so Evelyn decided to go there.

Checking her watch, it was now 6:35 in the morning, and she had hoped that her father would be a huge help in helping Evelyn to prepare some arrangements for her grandparents.

When Evelyn checked the cart for the second time, she saw that she had the pasta, the sauces, the olive oil, the red wine needed to add up the romantic feeling, and everything that was needed for tonight's anniversary dinner.

What kept her so long and to pause every now and then was because of a strange, dizzy feeling that clouded her head.

Stopping in front of the magazine section, Evelyn touched her throbbing forehead, the pumping of her blood in her ears loud enough to hear.

The world around her seemed to be tilting, making her heart jump in her throat. She held onto the cart tightly, hoping that she wouldn't fall down for such a lame excuse, and hoping no one would be able to see her like this. If anyone had to take a guess, it would look like she was in the state of being hungover from being too drunk last night with a couple of her friends. But, that wasn't necessarily the thing that happened last night, or the thing that was happening now.

She knew her hallucinations would come, but it came so suddenly, she hadn't prepared for it. If she were to be honest, she wasn't prepared all the time, always clueless and on alert, but still not prepared.

These hallucinations occur very differently; it was either her worst fears, or it would appear in the form of anything that came from one of her nightmares, her dead ancestors that would always blame her for being such a disgrace to the Dracula heir, or her dead mother, who would every so often haunt her mind and memory. It came every year, but only once could it happen. It could happen on this day, week, or month, and no one would ever know.