Dracula's Secret

6

Ricky's POV:

"That's really what happened!" I insisted. After my conversation with Chris earlier, he decided that he wanted to know what Remington did. And so I told him, and he doesn't believe me.

"People don't just appear, dripping with blood, in other people's houses!" He told me.

"If I were you, I wouldn't believe me either, but I swear to fucking God that it's really the truth! That's what happened! He called me, then he hung up. There was a creaking, and then he called me from inside of my house! It's the truth!"

"You know that the reason that I don't believe you isn't because I don't trust you, right? The reason why I don't believe you is because that's not something that happens to people."

"Remember the rude cousin in Narnia? He didn't believe it either, not until it happened to him too! Or Alice's father in Once Upon a Time? Or....or Johnny Faust in American Satan? They didn't believe him, they thought him a madman, but we saw it! We saw what happened!"

"You actually watched American Satan? I think I stopped watching at the bordello," He rubbed his chin.

"Focus! The point is, what I say is the truth."

"Alright, alright! Sheesh, calm down, will you? Even if it was your imagination, which I really do still think is what happened, you're way to shaken up to talk about this. What you need is a nice, relaxing cup of tea."

"What I need is to know why the fuck Remington has powers!"

"Ricky, will you leave it be? Even if that really happened, which I really hope that it didn't, why does it matter if it's never going to happen again?"

"His brothers knew about it!"

Silence was my response. "Okay then, tell me what his brothers said that told you that what you saw was real."

"When they thought that I was out of earshot, they said 'I can't believe he did it again! That's the fourth time this week!'"

"That would serve as some interesting supporting evidence," Chris rubbed his chin in thought once more. "But they might've been talking about how he was high."

I felt defeated. "I guess that you could be right about that. But how could I have imagined something about someone that I haven't heard a word from in four years? That just seems off to me. Doesn't it seem off to you, too?"

He sighed. "Have you tried talking to him sober?"

I shook my head. "I guess that I haven't spoken to him while he was sober. Unless he wasn't high yet on the first phone call."

"Okay then, ask one of his brothers about it. I'll bet they'll tell you something."

"They won't. I've already tried. They tried to brush it off as insanity."

"And do you believe them?"

"You already know the answer to that question. I'm imaginative, but not that imaginative. If it weren't a real person, maybe, but it was a real person. A real person that knows who I am. I've met him in real life."

He rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine. You win." He stood up from the couch at which he sat. "I'll never get you to believe anything else. But not a word of this on tour."

"I promise," I sighed.