I gaped at the man before us; he looked exactly the same as we seen in our dreams. Something inside me clicked, but I couldn't place the pieces together to make sense of it all. A wide grin grew on his wrinkled face, as if he could sense my discomfort. He stood from his chair, took out his hand, expecting us to shake. I noticed a strange looking clock, poking its way out of his pocket.
He let his hand down when he realized we weren't going to take it, "well boys, you really know how to welcome someone,"
"Well, Mr. Tiny," Steve stressed, "You don't look tiny," he snickered.
Mr. Tiny's eyes narrowed slightly, but his grin stayed in his place, "You were always the funny one, eh, Mr. Leopard?"
Surprised at his words, Steve glared at him, "How do you know me?"
Reaching into his pocket, Mr. Tiny brought out his strange looking clock, which I noticed it look like heart. Fear washed over me, the clock…was moving, beating like a real heart. The strange man also got out a cloth, and started to wipe the clocks face.
"Oh, I know many things about you and Mr. Shan," he said, "for example," he lowered his, "sneaking to a certain circus in a certain church showing freaks,"
Both Steve and I gaped at him, h-how did he know? We didn't tell anyone, not ever Allen and Tommy! Who is this man?
"I get it," Steve said, "This is a joke right? Allen and Tommy found out we went and hired ya to trick us, right? Do some Jedi mind tricks on us and poof come a few days after the cirque, trying to psyche us out and tell them," he seemed so proud of himself, just standing there, looking like he just figured out the murder of the year. I was pretty sure Mr. Tiny had no ties to our friends.
Mr. Tiny's face split in a wide grin, "My, my Mr. Leopard, what an active mind you've got there, but I'm sad to say that is not the plan," he sat back in his chair, Steve followed in suit and also sat down, but I continued to stand, "The real reason I'm here…is to set your futures straight,"
"Straight? What do you mean by that?" I asked him, slightly curious now.
Mr. Tiny tilted his head at me, "Mr. Shan, have you being seeing anything strange lately? Dreams, Déjà vu, anything really,"
I stared down at him; it felt like my head was spinning. Who is this man? How does he seem know what is happening to me, to Steve! Suddenly, it felt as if Mr. Tiny was staring right into my soul, the world spinning around him. I started to hear things, like people calling my name, laughter, and screaming. A scene started to play out before my eyes, my front room disappearing. There was a boy standing by me, his skin was green, but it was his face that caught my attention, he was staring at something in fear. I followed his gaze till I met familiar eyes belonging to Mr. Tiny. He had a menacing aura around, as he walk past the two us, five little people walked in front of him.
"Darren, you alright?"
The scene disappeared in a fog, and it started to clear back to my living room. Mr. Tiny continued to sit there, like a kid in a candy store, while Steve looked slightly worried.
"I-I'm fine," I told him.
"Did you see it, Mr. Shan?"
"W-what?" I turned back to Mr. Tiny; he was staring too intently towards me.
"I didn't stutter," he replied.
"Well, um, I think I saw something…um you," I replied. Mr. Tiny stood up abruptly, his arms wide apart.
"Excellent Mr. Shan! Then there is hope!"
I stepped back, in case he wanted to hug me for some reason, but he didn't. I stared at the strange man, the question I had for started to form in my mouth and wanted out so badly, it felt it was going to explode from my mouth. I glanced at Steve and caught him staring at me; I wonder what was going through his mind.
"Who are you?"
"I've already told you, I'm Mr. Tiny, Des Tiny," he sighed. This time, Steve stood up.
"No, who ARE you?" he almost growled, Mr. Tiny just smiled.
"Getting to the point are we?"
"Like we know what the point is," I muttered under my breath. The atmosphere seemed to get heavy with every passing second.
"Ah, my boys, your life will change drastically with the news. You two are vampires,"
Silence passed by before Steve started to chuckle, "and here I thought I was the one obsessed with monsters, us," he waved his hand between us, "are vampires? Yeah…"
I didn't believe it either, but the way he said it, and the strange visions I've been having…like there was a sliver of doubt in me.
"I really don't understand, but…if we are vampires, then why do we feel…human?" I asked him.
"Excellent question, here let your own memories answer that question for you," he replied, leaning towards us, placing each hand on our heads. There was a bright flash of light, and images started to flood in. It was me, but like another me if I had a different life. The images showed an easy and hard life, many adventures, friends, and foes. He was right though, I was a vampire.
The images faded away, and I glanced at Steve. He stared at the floor with wide eyes; I guess it was hard for him to see those images.
"I wasn't a vampire," Steve said, "I was a Vampeneze,"