It was Sven who came to check up on me later that night. He said there was food waiting for me in the kitchen, which was frankly the only incentive I needed to get out of bed. I was surprised to see Felix sitting amongst the others. We made eye contact and I looked away quickly, my heart’s pace picking up for no apparent reason. I go into the kitchen and open the only takeout bag on the counter. They ordered Chinese, which makes my mouth water. They went on talking in soft voices. I didn’t try to pick up any part of the conversation. I was tired of hearing things that didn’t concern me. Maybe they did, but I didn’t want to know what they were all about. I’d rather just be in the dark about everything. I ate the stir fried noodles in under five minutes. It was incredibly delicious and salty, which was exactly what I needed. There were also dumplings and egg rolls inside, which was more than enough to satiate me. I ate standing at the counter and with my back facing them. I focused
As predicted, I watched the sunrise through the window in Maggie’s sitting room. That was when I knew that I’d have to spend the rest of the day with her. There was no way that they were going to come for me when the sun was up. I often wondered what happened up there. Jay’s joke was a tasteless one. I didn’t like hearing that, especially from one of them. I had hopes that I’d survive this and so hearing someone say I’d die deflated my hopes. He was a jackass, I knew that. They all probably knew that. However, I didn’t think that Felix’s reaction was warranted at all. Why did he react so aggressively to that? There was a lot I didn’t know yet. I felt like a clueless child around them. Maggie went to sleep just as the sun began to rise. Before she disappeared inside her room, she told me, once again, to feel right at home. I found it odd but didn’t question it, and then I checked her refrigerator just out of curiosity and was surprised to find it fully stocked. She had everything i
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” I whispered to her as she walked toward the door. She ignored me and kept going. “Maggie!” I said through my teeth but she wasn’t stopping. She wasn’t going to listen to me. I had no way of stopping her from opening the door. This was her apartment. I could only hope for the best. “Who is it?” she asked sweetly. “There’s someone in there I’d like to have a word with,” the man I spoke to earlier said. My heart dropped at the sound of his voice, which I still hadn’t recognized. “Would you be kind enough to open the door?”Maggie exchanged a glance with me. I shook my head wildly. She said, “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I’m the only one here.”There was silence on the other side of the door. Waiting for him to say something was unnerving. The problem was that he had seen me come inside. He knew I was here. If he had been watching the door this whole time, he would know that I never left the apartment. After about thirty seconds of silence, I wa
I felt nauseous and had a bad headache by the time the van stopped. I was taken out of the van because I was completely unwilling to cooperate and was taken inside an average looking house. There was even a garden fence outside, which wasn’t something I was expecting to see in my father’s house. Or maybe this house wasn’t his. I was just guessing, at this point. I wanted nothing more than to deal with this in the most mature way possible but my past hurts were getting in the way. I had to think rationally at this point because I didn’t trust my father and that wasn’t going to happen just because he said he wanted what was good for me. He abandoned me when I was six years old. He didn’t care about me. I was dropped on the couch when we entered the house. I was surprised by the interior. It was too nice a house and my father in his hoodie and eyeliner didn’t belong here. I had such a different imagine of him in my mind. He wore overalls and button-down shirts; he never looked like
After some time, the conversation had died and my patience ran too thin for us to be able to talk civilly to each other. He asked someone to show me a room upstairs which I spent the rest of the day in. I was tired of this; always having to be locked somewhere. It didn’t give me the liberty that I always had. It was frustrating me more than ever and I started to lose my patience completely. The room had a massive window that overlooked the whole street. There were a few average looking houses right across the street and I couldn’t see anyone, which made me wonder where all the people in the world had disappeared to. After I found out about this mythical world, I found myself surrounded only by them. Where did all the humans go? How come I didn’t see them anymore? I missed being normal more than anything else. I had no reason to get out of the room, so I stayed in bed for a few hours, fuming. I’d decided that I hated my father more than anyone else in the world. The audacity he ha
I sat down beside him and waited for him to recount the tale.It was almost comical how I didn't feel an ounce of fear sitting next to him. He was someone I didn't know and it had already been established that vampires were dangerous creatures. How did I know he didn't intend to hurt me in some way, even though he couldn't drink my blood?Still, despite my doubts, I remained seated. "I met Felix some time ago," he began, still staring at the wall ahead. He was staring at the spot where there should have been a television, yet the wall was bare and he didn't have a stand either. It wasn't all that odd, now that I thought about it. The others didn't have a television either, so maybe it was a vampire thing. What did they have against television, I wondered?"He's much older than me," he continued. "I'm a relatively young vampire. I've only been around for about two hundred years in total, which is nothing compared to the others."I nodded. Two hundred years was young? That was insane.
Felix only spoke when we reached the apartment. I was surprised to see that everything was being packed. When Vanessa saw me, she rushes toward me and touched my arm lightly. “Are you alright?” she asked. Her concern also surprised me, not because she was cruel in any way, but because she seemed genuine and I didn’t really think she cared. I nodded at her and said, “Yes, I’m fine now.”“We were so worried,” Sven said, stepping forward. “That man who took you; he was your father?”I nodded. For some reason, I felt ashamed by his actions. All three of them looked at me like they felt sorry for me, in a sense, and then they looked at Felix. I was glad to see that Jay didn’t look like he pitied me at all. In fact, he didn’t even seem glad to see me. Vanessa nodded and then I went on my way. It just made sense for me to go to the bedroom I used to sleep in. The room was empty, though, and I stood in the middle of it with my arms folded and exhaled sharply. I asked myself where this wa
The move to Vanessa’s place was unproblematic and frankly, I was starting to get used to this constant moving and instability. It didn’t bother me anymore.What bothered me was how thick the tension in the car was. Nobody spoke yet I could sense the silent agitation all around me. I suddenly recalled what Sven said about wanting to lead ordinary lives because he found wealth boring. Was that the case? Did they not want to leave the apartment building? In that case, I felt bad. I didn’t mean to uproot them from their place. It was all my father’s fault. If he had minded his business, this wouldn’t have happened. The drive was a long one. I was lost in my thoughts so I didn’t really see where we were going. I was thinking about what happened these past few days. About my encounter with my father. Everything got too overwhelming whenever I thought about it all, though, so I preferred to shut my thoughts down and stare out the window instead. We were in an isolated area. They’d taken