LOGINThe door of Lisa's parents' house pulls me back into the present. I ring the bell. The passage opens immediately. Lisa still has no idea what to expect. On the phone, I just told her that I had something important to tell her.
The evening passed quickly, but parting felt like an eternity. We were both crying and looking for a way to stay here but we couldn't find a way out (of course she doesn't know the real reason for our move. I told her my mother got a great job offer) after nine hours It is Alan's turn to say goodbye to my best friend.
I wave Lisa one last time and head towards the street. I quickly get my cell phone out of my pocket and call Alan and tell him that we need to meet, it is important. It is already ready at the agreed location.
The farewell was quick and painless. After telling him that I'll be gone tomorrow and won't be back, we part as friends. We immediately agreed that we didn't want to try a long-distance relationship.
I have to admit I'm a little disappointed with how easy he took it. He listened to my words and just accepted it without arguing, without fighting for me. I know that it wasn't that serious between us yet, but I was expecting some sadness. The question of how a relationship came about between us in the first place arises in me. I thought I was in love with him and he was in love with me too, but saying goodbye is just too easy for us. Maybe I only got involved with him to be able to say that I have a boyfriend. I just don't know, but that's always been the case with the boys. I'm quite pretty and not a beast either, but people always keep a certain distance from me. I think it's her instinct that wants to protect her from me. Without knowing it, they sense that I could be a danger. Her death.
It's already starting to get dark when I get home. It's understandable, after all, it's already nine thirty. I haven't forgotten the promised conversation with my mother and now she can't avoid me either, since John is already gone. I fall with the door in the house and get started right away.
"So mum."
I'll start with an urgent tone.
"Yes, first of all a> Hello,
she says with a raised eyebrow. I ignore her words and just keep going . " You wanted to tell me something else ?!
I urge them.
"That's right. You should please listen to me first and then add your mustard! So .."
She takes a deep breath and continues with an apologetic expression. Their hands are buried in one another.
"... we're moving to John .."
My eyes widen. I find it difficult to internalize the statement. Your words sound very slowly and elongated in my head. It can't be, I must have misheard.
"WAAASSSS ?????"
I interrupt her, disgusted by the thought of seeing John around the clock and then living under his roof. It's enough for me that he hangs out here so often! Besides, we didn't want to go any further? Remote? Where does the guy live anyway? So many questions floating around in my head. My hands reflexively rest on my glowing face.
"Let me finish, we're moving in with John. It is very practical, since your birthday is in two days, your thirst for blood begins, there is no soul around the house. In addition, your new school, ie the boarding school, is not far away. ''
"But you don't have to move there for 7 weeks."
Add them quickly afterwards. But now she's going all out! Does she want to get rid of me?
"MOVE IN ??? Where to ?? MUM stop talking so mysteriously, tell me what's up."
My brain can't process all of this news. I see her eyes furious. I try to process her words, to understand, but they don't make sense to me. "Now it is the duty of every vampire to go to one of the boarding schools, because you should learn everything, especially the rules of our culture. Most children are there from the age of ten, because they grow up between the vampires and almost all vampire parents that Forcing blood craving earlier, but I wanted you to have a normal human childhood, but now I can't prevent it anymore, I can't hide you because you're starting to smell like a vampire. I'm so sorry my little one. " My body freezes in horror. First I have to process everything, sit on our sofa and remain silent for half an hour. My mum takes a seat across from me on the old leather armchair. She quietly scans every fiber of my body and waits for my answer. I am slowly awakening from the stupor. Without lifting my head, I try to form a sentence. To reconstruct what you said. "A- So we're moving to John tomorrow and after 7 weeks I have to go to boarding school for ..?"
Around four o'clock at night I am torn from my dream world by dull noises that come from below into the room illuminated by the moon. Mum and John are sure to be on their way. I can still hear her whispering and I can also hear Conner's voice, didn't he get up to say goodbye? The words cannot be understood by my drowsy mind. Yawning, I straighten up in bed and let my good and bad side argue in my head about whether I should get up again to say goodbye to both of them. Or rather let me fall back into bed and snuggle up under the cozy blanket again. Since my good side is too tired to fight, the bad side wins a battle that has not started. My body sinks down onto the warm, wrinkled sheet. The eyelids contract again. I'll take care of the spell, don't worry. Are these really Conner's words? What is that supposed to mean? What spell? And it's getting dark again. My dreams peacefully fill the rest of the night, as always, I dream of him, whoever he may be. The bright rays of the sun that
Notices Conner. The impassive head was in his crossed arms, which are resting on the table."Discuss less than you tell my son."John answers with a slight smile. Ooh dear, if John smiles it doesn't mean a good thing. One of my brows goes up, tense and skeptical. My body tenses and seeks eye contact with my mother."Mum."I address her in a threatening voice. But she still doesn't look at me. Her eyes move a little frantically in John's direction. What's wrong with her. She wriggles back and forth in her chair, acting like a child who has broken something. Then John pushes his hand to my mother's and asked a question in a lowered voice that we can hear."Do you want or should I be my love?"I look at the picture in front of me. I keep my arms crossed in front of my chest. Something is wrong. What do they have to say? They shouldn't excite us so much and
It has now been three weeks. I got used to the house. It is beautiful here. I don't think it's so bad living under one roof with John either. He usually leaves me alone. Conner has proven to be a good friend and even better teacher. He taught me in such a short time to keep my thirst under control. Everyone was thrilled that I managed to hold back a little so quickly. I have to admit that Conner's method of inviting women home almost every day has worked for me. Even if he didn't think of me first when he was invited. He told me it was a win win situation. We have even been outside among people, just briefly so as not to overstrain our luck. I was so happy to get out again, even if I'm only allowed out with observation, I think it's great. Since I don't have any friends here, except for Conner, I'm very happy if he finds time for me. It was fascinating, I could stand against the desire and control myself. I found it difficult to concentrate because the sweet smell of blood stung my
`` My mother died about 40 years ago. I also had nothing to do with my father for a long time because I just wanted to be to myself after her death. He quickly found a new wife whom he married after 10 years. I hated him for forgetting my mother so quickly. You have to understand, when you have such a long life, time goes differently. 10 years are nothing. I found out that she became pregnant. It was mean of me that I didn't even want to see the little one. Then they had another child. And my hatred grew over time. I sank formally in it. I hated them all. This woman, these children, and especially my father, who simply built a new family for himself after swearing his love to my mother centuries ago. My only wish was that they all die. But when I heard that my father's new wife had actually died. I felt dirty. I wanted her death from the start. I understood that she wasn't the cause of my anger. About a year after her death, I pulled myself together and went to my father. It was bro
Sorry little one, that's not how it was meant, sit down on the sofa, I'll just get dressed and then we can talk."His voice is suddenly very gentle and serious. He's like a changed man. His hand comes off me and he points to the black sofa that is in front of the window. I do what he says and sit down. He quickly digs a few items of clothing out of his chest of drawers and quickly disappears behind a door. It must lead to his bathroom. My body is still very tense. It calms down a bit when he comes back wearing a gray t-shirt and dark jeans. He sits down next to me at some distance."So what's on your mind?"He rests his elbows on his knees. I feel his eyes scrutinize me and seek contact with mine. I'm slowly feeling more comfortable around him again. Now that he's wearing something and it seems that he really wants to get into a normal conversation with me. I start with my request."I just had a few
Only when I got up from the meadow did I notice all the dead people around me, all of them were covered in blood and I understood that it was my work. My hands were smeared with blood, the white dress I was wearing on my body was covered with red spots and I could still taste the blood on my lips, the metallic, slightly salty and yet sweet taste. The sweet smell was in the air and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it? Isn't that really me? No it was just a stupid dream, I'll learn and I'll control myself, I'll make it. I am not going to kill anyone. I promise myself that no one will ever die for my thirst. I know I can do it!There is a knock on the door, which opens immediately. My mother peeks in. When she sees that I'm awake, she walks into the room."Hello Darling."Like an angel, she slides over and sits down on the bed with me. Without another word, she hugs me tightly. The tears are rolling down my cheeks and I can't stop it. Again I can