Chapter 5: Vampire!?!
"You!?" I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was him. The man who I was searching for.
"Yes, it's me. Did you really miss me that much?" he asked, smiling.
"You're the one who called me, aren't you?" I asked. As always, I was angry with him.
"I admit that I did call you. It looked to me that it was the only way I could get you to come to me" he answered.
"I don't believe this! You tricked me! You knew I was trying to find out who you were, and you tricked me! Was this your plan all along?"
He sighed to this. "Sadly, yes. I feel much regret that I had to trick one as pretty as you."
"Don't go and try to flatter me now! It's too late for anything like that!" I blew up at him.
"Oh? Well then, I apologize" he wasn't too sincere saying it at all. "What do you want me to do, then?"
"I want you to tell me your name, and then leave me alone!"
"Araniad" was what he said.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You want to know my name, it is Araniad" he answered, smiling.
"What kind of a name is that!?" I asked.
"A very old one. It probably hasn't been used in centuries."
I rolled my eyes. "Centuries? You make it sound like you're some kind of immortal being who's been alive for 'centuries."
"That's because I am" he said casually
"What do you mean you have? There's no such thing!" I said. "Wait a minute, you're one of those lunatics who believes they are a reincarnation of someone or something and remember all of it, aren't you?"
"No, not at all." He smiled "Follow me."
"Where to?" I asked suspiciously.
"Trust me" he answered as he started walking away.
"Trust you!? How am I supposed to trust you?" I shot back at him. He stopped then and looked at me.
"I'm not forcing you. It's your choice if you follow me or not" I looked in those amazingly light blue eyes and couldn't help but not at him. Part of me wanted to run, to get away from the graveyard, and to get away from him. But the other part was completely curious as to where he wanted to take me and why.
He led the way in front of me, choosing his path around the grave stones with ease. It seemed to me like he had been here many times before. I watched as he walked in front of me, his step never faltering. That's when it struck me. It was the middle of the day in summer and he was wearing a long, heavy trench coat with hat and gloves. Almost as if he was afraid to let the sun touch him. He was also walking in the shadiest parts of the cemetery.
"What are you, then?" I asked impulsively.
He turned his head slightly, but never stopped walking "Excuse me?"
"You claim to have lived for centuries. So, what are you, Mr. 'I'm an immortal being'?" I replied to him.
"A vampire" he said very casually and shrugged to dismiss the matter.
"A vampire!?" I laughed "That's great! And I suppose that you live in this cemetery as well?"
"Of course not!" he replied "Never would I live in such a place like this one!" he was obviously offended by my reaction.
I sighed. I just could not believe any of this. I was walking with a mad man! "Vampires aren't real. They're just a myth; made to scare people in horror flicks. Besides, everything written about Vampires will tell you that they can't be out in the day time, whatsoever." I told him, shaking my head.
He stopped then and turned to face me "Are you so sure of what you have just said?" he asked, very sure of himself.
I stood up straight and used the same tone of voice as he did "Yes."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to find out, now won't we?" he smiled that same cold, mysterious smile and turned around, leading the way again. I stood where I was for a few seconds, a feeling a dread washing through me.
However, I followed him still. And as I walked behind him I kept shouting at myself in my mind, telling myself how much of an idiot I was. But, no matter how angry I was with myself, it didn't stop me from wondering where he was taking me, who he really was, what he wanted with me, and what was going to happen next. I watched him as he moved soundlessly in front of me and I couldn't help but think over all the events we met, which weren't many, but still enough to think about. Both times he had arrived mysteriously, quietly, and quite unexpected. However, he left leaving clues of returning. Would this time be any different? Or was something completely different bound to happen this time? I could not make it out.
Then, before I knew it, we were leaving the graveyard. But I was distained to realize that we weren't going that far away from it as well. There was a hidden ally way right behind Findogask Cemetery and we walked through the ally until we came across the back yard of an old, deep brown colored Victorian house. I stopped in my tracks and looked at it. It was beautiful, and yet dreary at the same time. Sure, I hated the color brown, but this shad made the house almost forbidden in a way, as if it had been abandoned for years, but never changed from its prim. I stood there gawking, not only at the color, but the size as well, when I realized that Araniad had stopped somewhere in the middle of the back yard looking at me and smiling. "I take it that you like the house" he said as if amused.
"You live in there!?" I asked as I walked towards him.
"Yes" he nodded, still smiling at me.
"Who do you live with?" I was still staring at the house.
"No one" he said and I found it difficult to believe him. On person alone couldn't live and maintain a house of that size. But he stopped my track of thinking when he came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and added, "At least, not until recently"
I looked up at him confused "What do you mean?" I asked.
He smiled down at me wickedly, and I realized too late, that I should have never followed Araniad. "I mean, welcome to your new home, Tyrsis." And when he smiled this time, I could see two pearly white fangs. My eyes grew wife when I saw them, then watched as he lowered his head down towards mine. The last thing I remembered was my dark brown eyes meeting his strangely light blue ones, then a sharp pain on my neck. And that's when the world went black.
"You!?" I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was him. The man who I was searching for.
"Yes, it's me. Did you really miss me that much?" he asked, smiling.
"You're the one who called me, aren't you?" I asked. As always, I was angry with him.
"I admit that I did call you. It looked to me that it was the only way I could get you to come to me" he answered.
"I don't believe this! You tricked me! You knew I was trying to find out who you were, and you tricked me! Was this your plan all along?"
He sighed to this. "Sadly, yes. I feel much regret that I had to trick one as pretty as you."
"Don't go and try to flatter me now! It's too late for anything like that!" I blew up at him.
"Oh? Well then, I apologize" he wasn't too sincere saying it at all. "What do you want me to do, then?"
"I want you to tell me your name, and then leave me alone!"
"Araniad" was what he said.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You want to know my name, it is Araniad" he answered, smiling.
"What kind of a name is that!?" I asked.
"A very old one. It probably hasn't been used in centuries."
I rolled my eyes. "Centuries? You make it sound like you're some kind of immortal being who's been alive for 'centuries."
"That's because I am" he said casually
"What do you mean you have? There's no such thing!" I said. "Wait a minute, you're one of those lunatics who believes they are a reincarnation of someone or something and remember all of it, aren't you?"
"No, not at all." He smiled "Follow me."
"Where to?" I asked suspiciously.
"Trust me" he answered as he started walking away.
"Trust you!? How am I supposed to trust you?" I shot back at him. He stopped then and looked at me.
"I'm not forcing you. It's your choice if you follow me or not" I looked in those amazingly light blue eyes and couldn't help but not at him. Part of me wanted to run, to get away from the graveyard, and to get away from him. But the other part was completely curious as to where he wanted to take me and why.
He led the way in front of me, choosing his path around the grave stones with ease. It seemed to me like he had been here many times before. I watched as he walked in front of me, his step never faltering. That's when it struck me. It was the middle of the day in summer and he was wearing a long, heavy trench coat with hat and gloves. Almost as if he was afraid to let the sun touch him. He was also walking in the shadiest parts of the cemetery.
"What are you, then?" I asked impulsively.
He turned his head slightly, but never stopped walking "Excuse me?"
"You claim to have lived for centuries. So, what are you, Mr. 'I'm an immortal being'?" I replied to him.
"A vampire" he said very casually and shrugged to dismiss the matter.
"A vampire!?" I laughed "That's great! And I suppose that you live in this cemetery as well?"
"Of course not!" he replied "Never would I live in such a place like this one!" he was obviously offended by my reaction.
I sighed. I just could not believe any of this. I was walking with a mad man! "Vampires aren't real. They're just a myth; made to scare people in horror flicks. Besides, everything written about Vampires will tell you that they can't be out in the day time, whatsoever." I told him, shaking my head.
He stopped then and turned to face me "Are you so sure of what you have just said?" he asked, very sure of himself.
I stood up straight and used the same tone of voice as he did "Yes."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to find out, now won't we?" he smiled that same cold, mysterious smile and turned around, leading the way again. I stood where I was for a few seconds, a feeling a dread washing through me.
However, I followed him still. And as I walked behind him I kept shouting at myself in my mind, telling myself how much of an idiot I was. But, no matter how angry I was with myself, it didn't stop me from wondering where he was taking me, who he really was, what he wanted with me, and what was going to happen next. I watched him as he moved soundlessly in front of me and I couldn't help but think over all the events we met, which weren't many, but still enough to think about. Both times he had arrived mysteriously, quietly, and quite unexpected. However, he left leaving clues of returning. Would this time be any different? Or was something completely different bound to happen this time? I could not make it out.
Then, before I knew it, we were leaving the graveyard. But I was distained to realize that we weren't going that far away from it as well. There was a hidden ally way right behind Findogask Cemetery and we walked through the ally until we came across the back yard of an old, deep brown colored Victorian house. I stopped in my tracks and looked at it. It was beautiful, and yet dreary at the same time. Sure, I hated the color brown, but this shad made the house almost forbidden in a way, as if it had been abandoned for years, but never changed from its prim. I stood there gawking, not only at the color, but the size as well, when I realized that Araniad had stopped somewhere in the middle of the back yard looking at me and smiling. "I take it that you like the house" he said as if amused.
"You live in there!?" I asked as I walked towards him.
"Yes" he nodded, still smiling at me.
"Who do you live with?" I was still staring at the house.
"No one" he said and I found it difficult to believe him. On person alone couldn't live and maintain a house of that size. But he stopped my track of thinking when he came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and added, "At least, not until recently"
I looked up at him confused "What do you mean?" I asked.
He smiled down at me wickedly, and I realized too late, that I should have never followed Araniad. "I mean, welcome to your new home, Tyrsis." And when he smiled this time, I could see two pearly white fangs. My eyes grew wife when I saw them, then watched as he lowered his head down towards mine. The last thing I remembered was my dark brown eyes meeting his strangely light blue ones, then a sharp pain on my neck. And that's when the world went black.