Mag-log inthank you. But unfortunately I cannot accept it. That is really too much of a good thing. ''
His hand slide to the box. But he doesn't reach for it as expected. He pushes it back in my direction with my hand.
'' It is a gift and I would be really happy if you accept it. Besides, I thought you would need one to get away from school later without having to rely on others. So you can also see that I am giving myself a gift by not having to drive you. ''
He starts laughing. It's very strange to see him so uninhibited. But he's right. So I'm more independent. On the other hand, a simple old car would have done it too.
'' Jenny! Stop thinking and just accept my gift. ''
What the hell?!
"I don't know what to say, thank you doesn't seem enough to me."
With one hand gesture, he signals that it is not worth mentioning and immediately starts a new topic.
"Oh, it's okay. Let's move on to something more important now, you must be thirsty?"
His eyes shine with curiosity. I completely suppressed it, but now that he has spoken it out loud, the urgent feeling comes up again. A burning pain that creeps up my throat. It's stronger than before. I feel so gross thinking about wanting to drink blood. I mean, to get rid of this pain. Human blood.
"Emm no, I'm not thirsty yet."
I lie
"How you mean."
Is it from John? He goes back to his place at the table, pulls the chair back and sits down. In addition, my mother, who has already sat back in the meantime, claimed the space for herself. Ok Jenny just sit down and try some delicious tea, maybe I'm just normal thirst. Everyone is thirsty at times.
Just when I want to reach for the teapot, I stop moving. A fragrant scent penetrates my nose. All of a sudden I notice that this delicious smell is all over the kitchen. What is it? It is so unknown to me and so attractive. Where did it come from? It's most intense here at the table. My eyes fall on the glass in front of John.
Oh no that's the smell of blood.
He notices that I'm staring at his glass. He promptly asks me the expected question.
"Shall I pour you something too?"
His eyebrows rise questioningly. My answer is a moment in coming. Why can't I take my eyes off that damn glass and why doesn't my body make me shout 'no' out loud.
"Honey, if you are thirsty then you have to have a drink too. It's okay."
Then it comes quietly from my mother.
I finally manage to avert my eyes. My hands clench into fists under the table. I feel my nails dig into the flesh. It helps me to distract myself. I don't want to drink blood, I'm not an animal. What am I thinking, of course I'm an animal, I'm a fucking vampire, a dangerous, murder-thirsty predator. We were created to see people as our source of food. I look over at my mother.
"Mum can I drink blood torox?"
Blood torox is an artificial blood substitute that the vampires ingest to satisfy their cravings. My mum looks at me with sad eyes.
"You know it won't be enough for you, I'll get you a glass of real blood."
With these words she stands up. She walks quietly over to the refrigerator. Where she pulls out a bottle. No wonder that John has something like that in the fridge, blood torox is just not for 'real' vampires. I just hope the vampires at my school don't tick like that too. I know I wanted to think better of him, but it just can't be turned off.
My ma pours me a glass, which she puts down in front of me. I can't believe it, but it smells so delicious that it scares me for a moment. I just have to try it. The urge for it is too great for me to fight it. I can't mind what I am Is that just an excuse? In addition, nobody was harmed, because that is donor blood. John had said that yesterday when he wanted to make me drink blood tasty.
My fingers are already hypnotically moving towards the glass to grab it. I can feel my fangs getting longer. They grew in my jaw. I can no longer defend myself. I don't want to hold back any more. I want to drink it. It is OK. It is my nature. With the glass between my fingers, I move my hand to my mouth and rest my lips on the edge. Now the time has come, it will be the first drop. And by no means the last. The liquid runs into my mouth and it's like an explosion of taste. I hear myself groan slightly and am ashamed of it, but it is so satisfying to drink the blood, it is so delicious. My entire body craves more of that metallic sweet nectar. I thought it was going to be like a drug to me, but now I know better, it's getting worse.
"I want more."
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
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`` 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