Educate - Good Vampire

The sound of baby crying was banging me harder and harder. Knock, knock, knock. This is your victim speaking. Excuse me, I think you just devoured a mother of somebody.

Well obviously there is a baby. If I were to become a monster, why not turn up to eleven? I couldn't help myself being sarcastic. Plus, no one but babies can wear that tiny clothes. I should've known. Or even better, I shouldn't do that even if no one had a baby.

I wanted to let him be until the father comes, but there were no family pictures in this house. Even I could read that this is not an average nuclear family in the textbook. Do I need to call the police? Speaking of the polices, they did come with siren after the explosion, but they seemed to go away after seeing there was no major damage in sight. I peeked out one of the windows. The police car and a duo of firetrucks were leaving.

If I call the police, they would save the baby after seeing an infant is left alone uncared. At least that's what I had in my mind. But will they come here for a silent report, after what just happened? They already came here for nothing, and I can't speak anything. Calling the police won't work unless they can decipher me banging frying pans with a spoon, I concluded.

It'd be a lie if I wasn't reluctant to have a relation with polices.

The baby began to cry even louder. The knifes in shape of the baby's scream were thrown at me.

If, I'm not calling for the help, I'd be the only one who would be able to babysit.

Oh my, no. I am too young for this.

V

So I did the worst thing I could choose.

I put the baby in his room and shut the door, pretending him to not exist.

In less than a minute, abandoned infant began to cry again. I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to accept the reality. Fun fact, when I'm not in the ghost mode, closing my eyes did make me blind.

This was a child abuse.

I opened my eyes aggravated. Oh, where have you been, my conscience? Was today your holiday? Sorry that I called you in your vacation. And shut up, I am a child, too! A teenager defended himself. But this was a child abuse. And I was beginning to consider whether I should shove the pillow in his mouth to just shut him up.

This was that cactus all over again. The difference is that one of them is a shrieking mandragora and able to voice out his demise

I don't think I can do this even for a day.

He can survive one day unguarded,

starved.

I turned on the TV, and tuned up the volume to nullify the background noise, from both outside and inside. I needed to focus on anything.

Switched channels to the top. Two people were playing chess.

Look at this, something to think. I blinked slowly, watching the players that looked more static than a pair of statues. I have no idea what the rules of the chess are.

I looked around the house, leaving the television on. There was a Mac in her room. I turned it on, only to find out that there's a password lock. Well, I never used a Mac anyway. Is this a mouse or a wrist rest?

The blank screen made itself a black mirror, reflecting me and my flame. The dimly reflected candle tried to touch its fire. I really needed to learn how to control this thing. How do I do this? …Feel the inner fire and emotions? I didn't know for sure, but what I knew that this place is not the best suited training ground for some fiery magic.

I yelped silently as the television in the living room suddenly made a loud sound. Catchy, yet ear-busting melody promoted the washer fluid. Winter is coming, prepare for your bigger adventure, namely a drive to your work. I ran to the remote and quickly calmed the television down. I was getting used to things floating up, moving on their own.

Yes, check the news. I was planning to do that. To think about that, hitchhiking a truck out of impulse was a bad idea. I could sleep in my bed again as soon as I checked the candle flame actually didn't set things on fire. No, sleeping on the roof didn't solve anything. If sleeping in my bed after that really can turn me back, that means the bed must be exorcised, for transforming me into a candle ghost.

Yes, check the news. After hitchhiking a truck and checking news, this is zombie apocalypse! I really shouldn't watch those; they give me nightmare. Am I too young for watching those? Probably.

Yes, check the news, dear me. I refocused to whatever in front of me. I was zoning out as my body refuses to take in the news. Middle school students shouldn't watch news. It's blathering about whether the president, two weeks to be revealed whether it will be the first female or not. And I had no idea why that's even matter to me, unless there really is a secret facility studying aliens. …Where do I even call for an alien? 911? Is that an emergency?

Maybe, aliens could also eat people and leave a baby behind.

Of course I am not an alien, because I am in the shape of Earthian candle. Unless Pyramids are made by unearthly creatures. Extraterrestrial or mythical, nebulous or legendary. I could go on but I've ran out of the words meaning out-of-this-world. Of course Pyramids could be made by ancient men but then why is there the word ooparts?

Did aliens invent candle shaped after their body?

That was both concerning and stupid. Well, not so concerning anymore. Humans graduated from using candles for lights. Also it being so dumb made it rather believable.

The news ended. No reports about people turning into aliens. Or candles. Not even a mass-missing report. I should check it tomorrow too, but if there is no news, then I am the only one who turned into this.

And I just ate a mother of someone for a breakfast.

Maybe missing reports will increase after all.

Speaking of that, the crying sound is missing.

I turned to the baby's room. Did he already… I ran to the room, phasing through the door. The baby saw me then began to cry once again.

I'm sorry, but I really don't know what to do with you.

I couldn't even google that. What do you feed the baby? I checked the fridge. There was no milk. At least there are fruits. Fruits are good for health.

Oh.

I phased out of the fridge, and actually opened it. The orange acquired. I tapped the phone with it. It worked! The problem was even the orange was too big for my hands, and the phone. Strangely, tapping exactly precise place was much harder than writing with a pen with telekinesis. With my hands, or with my, uh, magic. When writing something I imaged it by my hands and writing on the air. But touching a point felt like operating a claw machine.

After a few moments of silent rage, which involved many objects eerily flying around like an angry spirit is creating poltergeist effect. I unlocked the phone with a password. Then look around to see what a catastrophe I just made. It looked like a violent crime scene, which is a kind of true actually.

I looked at the clock. The ticking of it soon filled my mind. Once I noticed it, I could not unhear it. And I could not hear the baby.

Checked his room again. The infant was in a horrible shape, eyes red from all those crying. He didn't cry even after seeing me. I poked his cheek. The baby didn't respond.

I blankly watched him puzzled. Then an inspiration, that's what inner voice's name, gave me an idea what's going on.

I just taught him the world doesn't care whether you cry or not.

V

I pinched the baby to force him cry out, and broke a dish loudly.

The police on the other side of the line got the idea. She asked if I can leave the phone hanged on. I replied with a silence. The polices would be here in ten minutes, in her words.

I couldn't stay here any longer. This morning is traumatic for both of us, but at least he can be rescued. And babies should be protected.

Now I can go through the door, take the elevator, wait, if I can phase across the door, why don't I phase through the floor then?

The epiphany punched me through the floor.

Note:

Sorry, I am late. But at least I want to go on this till the proper ending. For the litwicks.