Becoming - Good Vampire

There was nothing but black in my eyes.

I grumbled. Woke up too early. To see how longer I can sleep, I reached the clock. And froze in the spot.

The clock flew to a stubby, white hand that is mine.

You need an expense to wake yourself up. The best way to stay awake with coffee is not to drink it, but to pour it on the keyboard. The clock will wake you up much effectively if you break it rather than just let it tells you to. And, something broke—something is clearly wrong. Sudden psychokinesis is wrong too, of course, but it didn't shock me more than this.

I turned into some kind of candle creature.

About twenty centimeters tall, white cylinder body with yellow eyes, and blue flame burning on top of it. Can't help myself to think it's cute, but if that is my body, things are different. What is this, what happened, what is going on.

But more importantly, what should I do.

This was fascinating, unless there are wide report of people turning into many appliances tomorrow, which means I am not the only one. I frowned at that thought. If something crazy happened to me, at least let me savor it alone, please? What is the point of turning into a burning sausage if I am not the only one in the world?

However, if this is a widespread phenomenon, I could just wait here, explain to my parent, and let them see the news. Yes, explain to my parent. Do not be scared, this isn't like that time I broke that window. This is not my fault. I didn't touch or consume anything suspicious. I did not eat whatever I can see on the ground. I'm too old for that. Mid-school students like me should wash it first before you eat them.

Don't escape reality, I told myself. You are a monster—adorable candle monster, and face the fact. The clock says it's a little before three-o-clock, so there is enough time to think about this.

Four hours later, my parents will awake and prepare for the routine.

Suddenly those hours felt too much long for this circumstance. I cannot sleep anymore without burning my bed down, and that's way too long before I prepare myself.

Speaking of burning something... I rose my hand toward the flame on top of me. It didn't feel hot. In fact, it sent chill when I touched it. Okay, unless my whole body is burning hot and the flame is the coldest part of my body, this flame is rather safe. And the floor is unscorched so I am not flaming.

Good.

In wide eyes, I covered my mouth. Tried to say something, but nothing came out of my mouth. Not even a whining noise. Then what's the point of having mouth? To frown hard so I can show my unsatisfactory for become mute?

At least I can use my phone to type, can't I? I reached my phone on top of my desk. The phone flew towards me. Catching my phone, I thought, at least I don't need to do pull some kind of parkour stunt to just get my phone.

I press the home button. The phone welcomed with the request of my fingerprint.

I rose my chubby white hand. Oh.

It was so alien to the phone that it didn't even consider my touch as a proper attempt.

I slipped my hand across the screen to enter the password. The phone did not react.

Answer me, my bestie! I let out a frustrated groan, but nothing came out of my mouth. Even a burning sausage—why can't I get that out of my head—can touch the phone, I've seen someone doing that on the Internet!

I blinked. Yes, I saw some weirdo playing fighting games using food instead of finger. That's what we call food fighters, right? I don't know, I never googled it.

I glanced at the clock. Now it says two past three. Past three, huh? But the time was going slow, painfully slow. I could feel every tick of passing seconds until inevitable revelation to my parents.

I almost wished to wake them up and explain what happened, now, if my poor mom is health enough for that. No, I didn't want to give her a heart attack. Dad… will be fine. When I broke the window and neighbor came to the house, he slapped me who was giggling stupidly and apologized. After she left dad told me to not laugh in front of people if you don't want to be underestimated.

To think of it right now, it seems that there's something wrong with our home discipline.

Anyway, my dad is awesome, and that's all.

But will he believe me?

Another memory of him arose. He told me there's no such thing like Santa, so if I want something, just tell him.

I highly doubted him to believe this extraordinary situation.

Even if he could, I don't think of where to even start explain.

Uh, mom, dad? Look at me holding your missing son's phone, attempting to type with a sausage.

Stop thinking about it, idiot.

But there was a guy playing rhythm game with sausages in related videos.

He must be Asian. And you are Not-Asian, but a Halloween monster.

Two trains of thought crashed each other, leaving ten-minute loss behind.

Silent of the room amplified the sound of clock ticking. I glanced it, which said about a quarter past three now.

And the mirror said I am still a candle, right?

I blinked. I swear, there was nothing in the mirror a moment ago. Being a candle is enough. I don't want to be a vampire too.

The flame flickered as I watched myself. Should I leave the note and come back tomorrow? That, would be easier.

I held my right hand outward. An empty A4 paper from the printer and the pen flew to me and stayed afloat.

Yes, by the way, you are a wizard, Harry.

The auto-mobile pen scribbled those words exactly. I blushed hard as the pen crosses it away. That was not how you talk to parents. Be honest and don't be funny.

The fire on top of me began its mesmerizing dance. I was drifting off too much. Couldn't think properly. Just this whole thing was stressful.

I glanced at the paper. The pen was still circling over what it just wrote, rendering it near unreadable. That is what's going on my brain right now, if I still have one.

Just how, how do I do this? I pondered. Go out and coming back tomorrow is appealing. Should I do that? A day out would be fine. I could go to a hotel… no, I can't. But I can survive one day, can't I? It's October, but the summer refuses to leave. It's still hot, but at least I can't feel that now. I won't freeze in night just by spending a single night, will I?

I grabbed my phone and threw into my flame. Realized what I just done, I frantically flapped my arms.

The fire spat my phone out. Oh. So I can store things in there.

I stared at the phone, and repeated what I just did. And my wallet, check.

Then I stared at the paper with a red smudge.

If I could, I would've sighed.

The memo. How should I do? I turned into a candle creature… candle, candle, candle.

The pen wrote the word candle all over the paper. I grabbed the pen. Red pen writing all over the paper, straight out of a creepypasta.

I tried to write the next by myself, but gave up as my body wasn't suited for writing. I let my unknown psychokinetic power to do it.

I am going to need a time alone.

That would be enough.