How Could I Possibly Be Inconspicuous Novels & Stories

“Fucking nightshift’s doing my head in.” She had already forgotten she saw me, and if questioned later, she wouldn’t even be able to recall my face. All she’d remember was a man that came in close to midnight. Even CCTV wouldn’t be able to capture my image. My face would be blurred, unidentifiable, but my clothes wouldn’t be, hence the nondescript garb I chose to wear. I shoved my hands in my pockets and hunched my shoulders to make myself appear smaller while I walked down the hallways, ignoring the staff that stopped and attempted to engage with me.

If I can’t figure something out, maybe I can at least find Alaric himself. I rummage through my wardrobe, searching for something inconspicuous. A plain hoodie, dark jeans, and sneakers—it’s nothing special, but that’s the point. I pull my hair back into a ponytail, tucking it under a baseball cap, and slip on a nose mask to further conceal my face. If things go sideways, I can’t afford to be recognised. I glance in the mirror, taking in my reflection. The person staring back doesn’t look like me—she looks cautious and determined, ready to disappear into the background. I take a deep breath, letting resolve settle over me. I have to find Alaric. No matter what.

I needed something inconspicuous, something unnoticeable. My hand hesitated on a bright red blouse before skipping past it to grab a plain beige one instead. It was dull and uninspired, exactly the sort of outfit that wouldn’t stick in someone’s mind. Paired with dark jeans and sneakers, I looked like just another visitor rushing to a hospital late in the evening. Before stepping out, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Even with the neutral clothing, my face was too recognizable. A pair of oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat quickly solved that problem. I tilted the hat slightly forward, letting it cast a shadow over my face. Perfect.

Ashley raised her head subconsciously and looked dull, facing his slightly dark eyes. She didn’t know what was going on, but she dared not look at him and immediately withdrew her eyes. Inexplicably, she took a step back, not knowing where to put her hands and feet. She had no idea what she should react. ‘It seems strange that if the reaction is too big, but if the reaction is too small, it is not appropriate. Or I can just pretend nothing happened. Treat the accident as a trivial matter, and then continue to have a normal conversation with him as usual.’

"He won't know I'm there. It's not my first time stalking someone." "You're not exactly–" he paused, choosing his words with visible care. "Say inconspicuous and I'll throw something at you." "I was going to say subtle." "Same thing." I headed for the door. "I'll be back in two days.” I didn’t wait for another word before I walked out. This better be a good lead. *** The city was cold and grey and completely ordinary in that way that made it easy to disappear into. I understood immediately why he'd picked it. It was not flashy. Not the kind of place anyone would go looking unless they had a specific reason to.

I smiled faintly. “Okay… you can do this.” I turned around and accepted a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiters. I took a sip. It helped calm my nerves slightly. No need to be nervous, Athena. Just blend in the best way you can. In fact…Be invisible. That way it’ll be easier to disappear and gather information when I want to. “Mia!”A familiar voice suddenly called my name. I looked through the crowd, trying to find who had called me.

I found a place near the edge of the room. Not too close. Not too far. Just enough to exist without being in the center of anything. I picked up a glass from a passing tray and held it, even though I was not planning to drink. It gave my hands something to do. Time passed. People talked. Laughed. Moved around me. Some glanced at me. Most did not. I told myself that was good. Better to be invisible than examined. I almost relaxed. Almost. Then the room changed. It was small at first.

he said worriedly. "That will never happen because before the chaos began, I instructed the silver necklace to make us invisible in the eyes of the women, but visible in the eyes of the vampires. But even if I didn't do it, they would still have a hard time identifying us because we didn't enter the gate and we are not on the visitors list. Besides we are wearing a face mask, so no one can see our faces clearly," I explained. He looked at me anxiously. "We should be extra careful with our activities from now on. Or else we will see police investigators on our doorstep asking us lots of questions about the incident," he said.

But I couldn’t stop. There were reporters crawling outside the gates like ants. If I stepped out the front door, I’d be swarmed and questioned. So I slipped through the hidden corridor at the side of the mansion, a secret path that only a few of us knew about. I wrapped my scarf around my face, pulled the hoodie low over my head, and ducked into the shadows. I had to be invisible.