Summary: Of books and vampires- she had been reading too much. And now she thinks they truly exist. All she wanted is to try something new, 'thinking out of the box' as certain someone stressed it. And not to forget, experience love. Will she be granted with both? Or will she bite the trap where there's no way of not letting him bite back? But clearly, without her knowing, she will fall deeper into the pits of hell- by his existence.
His Existence
XnobodycaresX
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She walked across the room, trying hard not to make any sound. For one mistake, a single inaccurate move would ruin everything she had worked so hard. As she neared the door, her fear betrayed her. Her knees were shaking as she stepped closer to the room where all her sleepless nights will be put to an end. It was open. She positioned herself shakily, letting her eyes scan inside the room through the small gap of the open door.
"Just a single picture to confirm his existence will do. I'm no agent for nothing." She whispered to herself. For whatever she will be seeing, there's no turning back now.
"And what you want…
Is what you will get."
Her eyes widened as she heard a voice out of nowhere. She turned around only to feel the fear eating her wholly. There stood in front of him the blood sucking creature she had been looking for.
"Dracula." She whispered with wide eyes.
He held her hand and opened the door wide. "Be my guest."
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She tapped her foot silently as she studied the lady in front of her, hoping to see a look of satisfaction. But from the way the lady pursed her lips and her boring expression, she knew right away. "You're not satisfied."
The lady just looked at her, and then back to what she was reading.
Clearly not.
She almost cried in disappointment. She spent all-nighter with that story. She stared once again on the lady with hope and sadness. Right. At the same time.
"Dracula." The lady sipped her coffee and stared at her, handing her back her laptop. "You're reading too much fiction."
She reached for it and slid it on a case. "I'm trying something new." She said in frustration and took a sip from her untouched coffee. "And in the first place, it was you who told me to think out of the box."
"I told you to try something not just pure romance- and not deviate away from romance, which is…" she took another sip of coffee before continuing. "as what you're insisting, you're specialty."
She frowned at her. "But my readers will not find it interesting anymore, as you stressed it. Though people love me for how I write those romantic stories without having any idea at all that I have no experience in such, time will come that my stories will become dry and dull because-"
"Because there's no spark." She finished for her. "Though I kinda disagree about the one you said about lots of people loving your books."
"That's so true. They've been sending me e-mails." She defended herself. She motioned to reach for her laptop to show her the mails she received when she heard 'don't'. Zipping the case back, she sighed.
"I know, okay. I was just kidding about that. People love your books because they too are dreaming to be the lady in your stories as what you do so when you were writing." The lady looked at her. "And don't deny to me that."
She wasn't able to protest. She knew her too well.
"But eventually, people will not find it interesting anymore, as you say as I stressed it. They're not getting any younger and so you are. They'll get sick of those Cinderella and knight in shining armor stuffs in your every story where the only difference is the name of the characters, and probably the settings."
She shivered at her frankness.
"If you really want this so badly, you should work hard for it. But first, you should learn." The lady started to gather her things after finishing her coffee.
She, too, did the same. "That's why I'm reading books." She smiled at her.
"And you're reading too much. About vampires." She answered her with one brow rising. "I saw your bookshelf."
"I started reading those stuffs few weeks ago. It was the first thing that entered my mind right after you said about thinking out of the box. Vampires. Dracula." She said the last word softly. She placed a few paper bills on the table and emptied her cup of coffee. "I'll stick with it anyway."
"It's not easy to shift from one genre to another especially in short notice. And don't expect everyone to applause you from your first try." The lady then stood from her seat. "But I could say I can give you three claps from that first draft." She muttered before walking away.
Her eyes brightened in surprise and gathered all her things before following the lady. "Thank you, Hotaru! I will work hard. Really." She said, hugging the lady as she made her way through the door.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." She said in a serious tone. "And don't come running to me when you can't finish your story within the deadline or else."
"I know. And you know me. I won't let that happen." She linked her arms with her as they walked away from the coffee shop. "I love writing. This is the perfect time to take it to another level."
The lady just rolled her eyes.
"You're coming with me?" She heard the lady asked as they reached the parking lot. She shook her head. "Actually, I'm planning to stop by at a nearby book store before going home."
She opened her car and placed her things in the backseat. "Do you want me to take you home first?"
"Uh, no." She answered right away. "I'll just walk home. It's just few blocks from here anyway. And the book store is not that far." She assured her.
"Okay, then." The lady hopped inside the car and turned the engine on. She rolled the window down.
"Drive slowly, Hotaru." And waved her hand. "Be safe."
She muttered few words before dashing off.
"Take care, Mikan." She heard her best friend say as she continued waving goodbye.
"Of course, I will." She smiled.
The sun was nowhere to be seen when Mikan stepped outside the book store. Not that she had just spent more than three hours reading books and looking for something that might interest her, but she also bought half dozen of books as if she had not read enough.
Cold blooded. Pale. The fangs.
She thought as she walked her way home. Clearly, she had been reading too much. And she couldn't stop herself. Not until she isn't done with her story. It would be best if she get inspiration, that's what she thought.
What if they're real? That they're just around the corners. Waiting for their prey.
The thought suddenly popped in her mind.
She studied every person she walked across with. They were just few people he could see. Her eyes landed on a guy leaning his back on a wall.
Nuh. Too short to be a vampire.
She scanned again and examined the other, refraining from being too obvious.
That one's kinda well built to be a vampire. But he smokes. So I guess he's not. Vampires don't smoke. She presumed and randomly studied every person. That ones too skinny. Too old. That. Scratch that. That's gay.
She shook her head. "This is insane." She laughed at herself. "Hotaru's right. I must be reading too much. No. I really am."
She fished out her phone from her pocket and dialed her best friend's number. Walking slowly, she could now see their home few houses away and only one or two people can be seen around since it's already late. Her call was redirected into a voice mail.
"Such a busy person." She mumbled and almost fell when someone bumped her. "Hey! Watch your steps." She yelled, looking up. She gasped as she saw those red eyes she never had imagined to be real.
Cold blooded. Pale.
Red eyes.
One by one, all the things she had read kept running through her head.
And why at a time like this? She shouted in her mind.
He flashed his white teeth. As he opened his mouth, she felt her blood draining out from her body. "Dracula."
Those red lips which had been colored by blood.
And the fangs.
She shivered with the thought.
Not thinking clearly, she scampered away before her abductor can do anything to her. Stumbling, she reached home. Relief is evident on her face.
I'm safe.
"I knew they are real. They really are. I should tell Hotaru." She mumbled to herself still panting from the adrenaline rush.
Her hands were still shaking that she couldn't open her door though the only thing she needed to do was insert the key correctly to the doorknob.
"And I even forgot to close the gate. Very genius, Mikan." She continued to mutter words to herself as if it would ease her. She sighed. "Calm on, Mikan. He's nowhere in sight." She put down her loads before trying once again. "I should've at least taken a picture of him."
"Just one?" A deep voice said out of nowhere.
She shivered. With her eyes wide, she decided not to turn around for she knew what it really is.
What if they're real? That they're just around the corners. Waiting for their prey.
And clearly, this one's on attack.
Not moving, she saw the door opened. Key on his hand.
He opened the door wide for her, and led her inside. Taking a stop, the creature leaned closed to her ear and whispered with a manic voice.
"Then, be my guest."
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10/18/11