Dracula's Daughter

6 : Red Velvets | 8th of August | Year 2006

"ναмριяєѕ αℓωαуѕ σя∂єя hσт ∂яιикѕ. тhєу αяєи'т gσιиg тσ ∂яιик тhєм; вυт тhєу ¢αи fєєℓ тhє ωαямтh αи∂ ѕмєℓℓ тhєм ιf тhєу'яє hσт, αи∂ тhαт ιѕ ѕσ gσσ∂." - Anne Rice | Memnoch the Devil

{ 6 : Red Velvets | 8th of August | Year 2006 }

Sweat trickling down her forehead, Evelyn has never felt so nervous in her whole entire life as a vampire.

Why be nervous, when you were going to live forever?

Or maybe that was the point. Living an immortal life can make you nervous, because you just don't know what sort of things awaits you ahead and what to expect of it. The outcome, the process, everything.

And now, Evelyn may be in that sort of stage.

Fiddling with her fingers, she awaited her father's response.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

The clock ticked and tocked, making Evelyn impatient from where she stood. It has been, what, a few minutes already and her father has yet to give her an answer? Just a simple yes or no, then it's done. It was just simple.

But, Evelyn knew that her father never went by the word 'simple'. It wasn't just in his dictionary.

"Uh, father? Your respo--"

"And you plan on going out with this mortal man, Evelyn?" Her father asked.

She was so shocked at the sudden interuption, that she flinched and stared at him with wide eyes.

Him agreeing to this was probably slim, but Evelyn had to hope that her father would just let her be.

Her courage not yet shaken, she said, "It's not like I'm dating him, father. But yes, I am going out with him for dessert this afternoon."

"And why would you think for a moment that I, your father, would accept you to go on your own merry way with a mortal man I barely even know of?" He countered, his eyes still fixated on his book, but not moving.

Evelyn heaved out a frustrated sigh. "Because, if it were not for me, you wouldn't have to suffer your mother's endless bickering about you and your recent dates with other women, whom I barely even know of, father."

Evelyn caught sight of her father's fingers twitching, and she knew that she hit it right on the spot. She knew that pulling that card up was a definite win for her.

She learned that much from her grandparents, and she silently thanked them that they had taught her so much for the past few weeks of their stay here.

"Oh, touché." Her father said, smirking. He put down his book, stoop up from his chair, and walked towards her. Evelyn must have looked so arrogant by now, because she was really putting up a fight against her father, and she knew, that she was winning.

"All right," Her father began to say, and finally, after minutes of pleading him into agreeing this, Evelyn huffed out a sigh of relief. She had finally got him to agree. Or maybe, that was what she thought.

"Let's say I was going to agree on this."

Wait, what? Evelyn thought.

"If I did happen to accept you going out with a mortal man,"

Oh no, don't tell me he's--

"What do I get out of this? Hmm?"

Goddamit, I knew he would bring this one up.