“Creatures of the dark! Beware!” shouted Admiral Night Sky. “The enemy is approaching! I repeat! The enemy is approaching!”.
“Take cover! Take cover!”
“Haha! Sometimes the things that my mind comes up when I’m bored…amazing!” I muttered.
And I WAS getting bored now. “When will this toad wake up!! Grrrr”, I cursed him as I looked at the man lying on the couch, who continued snoring, seemingly oblivious to the grave situation I was in.
Irritated, I again gazed at the night sky through the window. It was a clear night, with the full moon a day or two away, and just the lone star shining away brightly.
“Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star;
How I wonder what you are;
Up above the world so high;
Like a diamond in the sky” I recited into the emptiness over and over again.
“Wake Up! Wake Up! WAKE UPPP” I roared, realizing that time was now short. Even the chandeliers started vibrating from the intensity of my outburst, but this demon from hell continued sleeping. I would have poured steaming hot water upon his face, but he was of real value to solve the predicament I am in right now.
It is in these situations, when I become self-critical. “Couldn’t have I used a little less force? It’s been two hours since he’s been passed out. Why doesn’t God give us the power of doing what we want? Or reversing our actions?” I muse as I pace around the room frantically like an expectant father does outside the delivery room.
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Oh, by the way, I forgot to give you my introduction.
“My name is Cullen. Edward Cullen.”
*looks around, and sees that YOU are not taking me seriously*
“Nooo!!! It’s true!!! I’m not joking!!!!”.
I may be a fictional character created by this useless person on a computer screen, but seriously, that is my name.
“Oh okay fine. I know you wont take a vampire with that …”
*oooopppppppssssssss*.
*Sigh*
“This isn’t going really well...” :|
“My name is Vladmir Rashmashtashbilyaletmeoffnovosky. Pretty long name for a vampire eh? Which is why, Count Cullen, if you may?” :)
“My hobbies are drinking blood, listening to death metal, watching horror movies, reading about my ancestors, surfing the internet, and, err, discovering my superpowers.”
“Because you see, I’m just 13 days old. I know, I know, you are thinking I’m bluffing, or acting like a girl for not disclosing my real age, and you are saying to yourself, ‘Haha!! A vampire is centuries old!!’ But you see, we all must start somewhere. And my story has just begun.”
“It all started with a stroll in my neighborhood park on a moonless evening to get some fresh air, for I’d been very depressed because of my recent breakup, and had pretty much stayed holed up in my apartment for weeks. I spent quite a few hours in the park, walking along the track, ogling at the young women who jogged past me in their bid to stay fit, while my dirty mind decidedly did dirty things with them. And it actually did wonders to my mood, and was feeling really cheerful as I was making my way out. But just as I was exiting the gates, I was viciously attacked by a vampire bat, which left me clutching my neck on the floor in pain while a large group of people gathered around quickly, watching intently as if I was giving some away some kind of charitable offering but none stepping forward to help. Soon though, I had enough strength to get up and make my way towards my apartment.”
“But before I even returned to my apartment, I could feel the hunger for human blood swelling within my soul. In the safety of my abode, I went to the bathroom to nurse the bite wound that was left by the vampire bat. I was not surprised when I looked in the mirror and could not see my image. Within minutes the bite marks had completely healed as my body completed its transformation into a creature of the night.”
“Even though I had felt tired and frustrated before going to the park, now I felt refreshed and invigorated. I've never been one to enjoy the nighttime; instead, I usually was asleep in bed way before midnight. At the crack of dawn I would be wide awake and ready for the challenges of a new day. Now it is different. I have fallen in love with the night. Darkness has a soothing effect, whereas, I have come to loathe the daylight. In fact, I'm quite fearful of the sun's rays. I know they will cause me harm, and, if exposed too long, would lead to my demise. So, I sleep during the day to be rejuvenated for the night.”
“I've never liked blood. Some who cut their finger will immediately put it in their mouth to stop the bleeding. I'm not one of those people. The truth is that the sight of it has always made me squeamish. But not anymore. Now I relish the very idea of it. I find the craving so intense that I'm actually lusting after every mouthful I can get my mouth onto. Most of my nights are spent in the search of fresh human blood.”
“At first, my victims try to resist. Their efforts become futile when they are captured in my hypnotic gaze. Before long they willingly bare their necks for me to sink my fangs in and drink of their sweet nectar. Those who do make a frail attempt at resisting my overpowering stare are quickly subdued by my superior strength. As one of the undead, I have the might of twenty men. So far, only two people have successfully defended themselves from my advances. One man had just emerged from an Italian restaurant and was rank with the smell of garlic. I hate garlic. Even a mild whiff of the stuff will make me violently ill. On another occasion, a woman had a giant cross necklace that got in my way when I attempted to feast on her jugular vein. At the slightest touch it burnt my lips and I quickly and quietly left her for easier pickings.”
“But sometimes, because of my inexperience, I get into trouble as well. Once, I was so hungry that I sought out food from the first person I could find. Unfortunately, it was from two homeless men lying drunk in an alley. Now, I have never been one who could hold his liquor. Even when I was alive all it took was one beer and I could feel the affect. Anything more than that and I would became the talk of the party. So, after feasting on those two drunks I became quite intoxicated myself. Not realizing what or where I was going, I ventured down a sidewalk until I came to a bronze statue of a general on the back of a horse. Being as famished as I was, and under the acute influence of alcohol, I attacked the soldier with a fury more intense than I meant. And of course, instead of biting into soft pliable flesh, I bit into hard cold metal. I heard the loud crunch of my fangs nearly broken off as I attached myself to the statue's neck. With a grunt I slid down the general and fell with a clump at the base. The pain and the realization of what had happened quickly sobered me. Afraid and not knowing what to do, I found my way back to my apartment and spent the next few days dieting.”
“I still have a conscience. This may dissipate as time goes by, but for now it still guides my efforts. Even at my hungriest times I have refused to drink a person dry of all their blood. I leave enough so that, with the proper medical help, they can survive. Also, I have never eaten twice from the same victim. To do so would bring that person's soul into the world of the undead. I'm not ready for a companion. Although, I must admit, I was quite intrigued by the woman with the cross. I could have easily helped her transform into a creature of the night and made her love me as she has never loved another man. To do so would mean I'd have to get past the protection of her cross. I'm not willing to try. In all the movies I have seen, the vampire is always killed when he doggedly pursues a fair maiden who is being sheltered by crosses or garlic. At the right time I will meet my true love who will not be protected. Then we can share eternity together basking in the glory of the darkness.”
I have also found, that I have a strong liking for …
Pssh psshhh pssshhh…later now. For I see the other character is now waking up. :D
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“Well Good Morning doctor, did you have a nice sleep?”, I said, while I gave him my million dollar smile.
“Huhh..What…my clinic….?”
"There is no time for niceties, doctor," I said as he turned with surprise. "I need your help."
"What?" he barked with an astonished look as he regained his senses. "How did you get in here?"
"I have ways," I explained. "I must have you look at my tooth."
"You'll have to make an appointment for tomorrow," he replied in a matter-of-fact voice, not realizing that it was 4 am in the night, and that he had no recollection that he had been peacefully sleeping in his house before I kidnapped and brought him here.
"I must have you repair it tonight," I declared as I felt anger and frustration building. Forcing myself to remain calm I explained, "It cannot wait until tomorrow."
"I don't see patients after hours," the dentist tersely replied.
"You will see me," I ordered as he rose from his chair. He’d grabbed the phone and started to dial 100 when I picked him up by his throat. As he dangled in the air I smiled and said, "Shall we do this the easy way? Or, would you like to make an appointment for tomorrow, with a doctor, to have your broken bones mended?"
"I guess I'm open for business," he sputtered as I sat him back on his feet. "Good," I replied as we headed for a nearby room in the clinic. He motioned me toward a chair as he pulled some latex gloves over his hands. After placing an apron over me he asked me to open my mouth. I could tell by the look on his face he was surprised by what he saw.
"My, you have some very long cuspids," he offered as he continued to peer into my opened mouth. "Which tooth is bothering you?"
"The right fang," I replied as he grabbed a small adjustable mirror. "That's not going to help you," I offered.
"Why not?", he asked in a dismissive tone.
"Doctor, I'm a vampire and I cannot be seen in a mirror," I replied.
"OK," whispered the dentist in disbelief. The look on his face was priceless as he peered into the mirror only to see his own face staring back at him. He wiped the mirror and tried again with the same results.
"This is starting to be really weird," he offered as he backed away. "How is it possible?"
"It's like I said, I'm a vampire," I explained again. "You'll have to fix my tooth without the mirror."
He stood there for a moment shaking his head. Finally he asked, "If you're a vampire, then why do you feel pain?"
"I don't know, Doc," I replied. "All I know is the pain is almost unbearable and I'm unable to feed."
"So, if I don't fix it you'll die of hunger," he pondered.
"Doc, that would be unhealthy for the both of us," I said as menacingly as I could. He reflected on the warning for awhile and then mused, "I suppose an X-ray is out of the question, too?"
"I would imagine so," I replied. "You'll just have to do the best you can with what you've got."
"OK, let me take a look," he offered. Bending over he peered into my mouth and poked at my tender tooth. The pain made me want to bite down but I fought the urge. I knew the dentist needed all his fingers in order to fix my tooth.
"Hmmm," the dentist said as his eyes squinted to help him clearly see the problem. "You have some calculus encrustations and the start of gingivitis." I started to speak, but with his fingers all in my mouth my words were muffled.
"OK, I see the problem," he declared after studying some more. "You've got a cavity. It looks pretty deep, too."
"A cavity?" I asked in disbelief when he took his hand from my mouth. "How'd I get that?"
"You tell me," he replied as he reached for the drill. "I didn't think vampires would get a tooth ache. Of course, I never really thought there was such a thing as a vampire either."
"I'm as surprised as you are, Doc," I offered. "It only started hurting yesterday."
"Well, tooth decay is a common problem of today's lifestyle," he mused. "Of course, I'm not quite sure what a vampire's lifestyle would be. What have you been eating?"
"Blood."
"Hmmm, I should've known," reflected the dentist. "Where, or rather, who did you eat yesterday?"
"I've been dining at The Palak Nursing home over on GB Road," I replied.
"The old folks home?" he asked with an astonished look on his face. "Why there? I'd thought you'd be chasing down some young girls out here."
"Well, I did at first," I explained. "Then I got to thinking about what I was doing."
"A vampire with a conscience?" laughed the dentist. "This sure is turning out to be a strange night!"
I ignored his sarcasm and continued, "It seemed to me that if I feasted on the elderly it would bring less attention to my comings and goings."
"How so?"
"I never drain their bodies dry," I explained. "This way they can continue to live. But it does make them sleep for awhile. I figured no one would pay much attention to an older person sleeping the day away."
"I guess we should be thankful for your mercy," offered the dentist. When he saw I was becoming irritated at his cutting remarks, he quickly added, "I've done a lot of dentistry over there. What floor have you been on?"
"I've been sticking with the fourth," I replied. The dentist started shaking with laughter. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, but the fourth floor is where they keep all the elderly with diabetes," he explained. "No wonder you've got a cavity."
"What do you mean?"
"Diabetics have a hard time controlling the glucose level in their blood," he continued. "You've been drinking blood that's just loaded with sugar."
"I never gave it a thought," I replied in wonderment. After a moment I asked, "Can you fix it?"
"Well, we'll give it a try," he offered. "Do you want me to try and numb you?"
"You can try, but I don't know if it'll take or not," I replied.
He prepared the needle with the anesthetic and started to inject my gum when it slipped and puncture a small hole through the glove on his finger. We both watched with wide eyes as a droplet of blood appeared. I closed my eyes and pleaded, "Doc, please be careful! I haven't eaten all night and I don't have much willpower left."
He muttered, "Sorry," and continued with the work of fixing my sore tooth.
It seemed like he drilled forever before he finished. Afterwards, he spent at least ten minutes filling the cavity. Finally, he rose up and declared his work finished. For the first time as a vampire I wished I could be seen in a mirror. I wanted to see his handiwork but had to settle for the pain being gone. "There's a lot of filling in there," he offered. "Be careful and watch what you eat, cause I can't drill much more. You get another cavity and the tooth will have to be extracted."
"I couldn't have you pull it," I protested. "It's necessary for my existence."
"Then, please be careful," he offered. After placing the apron and towels in the dispenser, he turned and asked, "May I go home now, or are you going to thank me by drinking my blood?"
"Neither," I replied as he stared into my hypnotic gaze. Soon he was fast asleep and I laid him on the chair. This way I could be assured of making my getaway without the dentist trying to contact the authorities. I was so hungry that I didn't want the unnecessary intrusion of the police as I searched for food. "Sweet dreams, Doc," I said as I slithered out of the clinic and onto the streets of Delhi.
