Vampires May Never Hurt You

She looked at me like she was waiting for a response, but no words came out of my mouth which had fallen agape. She was beautiful, in a terrifyingly intimidating way.
She spoke again. “Look, I have to go. I’ll see you-“

I didn’t wait for her to finish. I shook my hand out of hers and took off down the street, not once looking back or stopping until I got home. I took the concrete steps on the side of the house that led to the basement door. I unlocked it and stepped inside, locking it again behind me. I sighed in exhaustion as I slumped down onto my bed. When was I going to see her again? Was I going to see her again? I hadn’t stayed long enough to hear what she had to say, but she mentioned meeting me again. What if she followed me? I jumped to my feet and peeked through the curtains that covered the window on the door. Coming up short, I checked the one other window in my room. I huffed in relief as I didn’t see anyone.

“Where have you been?” Mikey asked upon entering the room, making me scream in fright. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, f-fine, j-just don’t s-sneak up on me, okay?” I pathetically pleaded, taking a seat and putting a hand over my chest.

“Sorry. So where have you been? Mom thought you’ve been down here the whole time napping.” He took a seat next to me. I took a second to catch my breath from when he’d startled me.

“The cemetery,” I breathed. “Thanks for covering for me by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. “You’re sure you’re okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“I’m fine, thanks. I’ve just been, stressed about school stuff lately. Don’t worry about it.” I dismissed.

“Alright,” he huffed. I knew he didn’t believe me, but he didn’t object. “Dinner’s ready upstairs.” He patted my shoulder as he stood up and left the room. Food was the last thing on my mind.
I stood up again, checking again for anyone outside, and went to the bathroom. Just one look in the mirror disgusted me. I had dark purple bags under my eyes, and my hair was knotted and needed to be washed. I slowly stripped down and took a hot shower, letting the water pelt my back and sting my skin as I had it turned to the highest temperature. I shut off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into my room to find pajamas. I slipped into a hoodie and sweatpants and lied down on my bed. I didn’t want to wake up and go to school. Sometimes I didn’t ever even want to wake up, but just stay at peace for all of eternity.

I rolled over onto my stomach and felt around under my mattress for my pocket knife. I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled it out and flicked it open. Lifting up the edge of my hoodie, I slipped my knife under and lightly touched the edge of the cold blade to the skin over my ribcage. And letting a few tears fall, I sliced into my skin, one, two, three, four times. I closed and tucked my knife away and pressed my hand against my new wounds. I felt the blood start to seep through my sweater, so I stumbled to the bathroom, snatching an old stained towel and stuffed it under my hoodie. I curled up under my blanket and squeezed my eyes shut, but to no avail. Like most nights, I spent most of the night awake and staring at the ceiling. My eyelids stated to droop, and I began to fall asleep until I heard my door creak open, and then shut again. I sat up and looked around the dark room. A cold sensation washed over my hand and I jerked it back. That’s when I met her glowing eyes. I opened my mouth to scream, but she quickly placed a finger over my lips.

“Be quiet, I’m only here to talk.” She said. She flicked on the lamp beside my bed, making me wince at the sudden illumination. She sat down on the edge of my bed and looked to me. I slid away and brought my knees up to my chest.

“W-what do you want? D-don’t hurt m-me, p-please.” I pleaded. Her almost emotionless eyes showed a little sympathy before she replied.

“I said I’m only here to talk. I’m not going to hurt you Gerard.”

“H-how do you know my n-name? How’d you g-get in?” I continued to stammer.

“I’m supposed to protect you. I know more about you than you think. Your brother didn’t lock his bedroom window.” She stated.

“Look, I don’t care why you’re here or who you are. Don’t go near my brother unless I tell you to.” My fear had turned to anger at the mention of my baby brother.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Now, I’m here to tell you what purpose I’m supposed to serve. Beings like me are protectors. We sense when someone is in danger and is in need of a guardian. For very few, once their purpose if fulfilled, they move on to someone else who needs them. But for most, like me, we only look after a single person. We usually get the sensation of voices in the brain, feeding information about the host one is supposed to look after. We are only called to a host in this way because said host is destined to live on and fulfill a purpose. When this host is in danger, the future can be drastically altered if they don’t live to fulfill their purpose in life. It’s our job to protect and let people live to their full potential.” She explained as if she’d done this every day. The way she used ‘beings like me’ rather than ‘people like me’ confused, and frightened me. Was she trying to say she wasn’t . . . human?

“So, I’m in danger?” I asked, to which she nodded, “of what?”

“It’s always different. It could be a freak accident where we just need to pull you out of a bullet’s path or cure a disease. Sometimes hosts need to be protected from people, or even themselves.”

After a long silence, I spoke up. “What did you mean when you said beings like me?”

She sighed and her eyes fell. “As in, my kind. Most humans are afraid of us. In history, we are described as horrid monsters from hell, come to possess and kill children; like demons. Usually, we don’t interact with our hosts like we are right now. We disguise ourselves as humans and befriend the host. Some even marry their hosts to ensure their safety. Humans wouldn’t believe it, but every being is capable of love.”

“How come you’re telling me all of this then?”

“I know I can trust you. You won’t judge us like all other humans do. You’re different.” The corners of her lips turned up in a small smile.

I kept my voice as low, and quiet as possible. “Are you telling me you’re a demon?” She shook her head, her glowing eyes meeting mine again. A serious expression washed over her face.

“Not a demon,” she corrected, “but a vampire.”

Notes

I don't think you guys know how much fun this is to write ^-^