Unapologetic Apathy

Frank has come to visit me more and more. At first, it was make up sex and cuddles, then he started showing me more and more technology. Stuff like television, iPhones, texting. All that stuff.

But things have gotten more serious, but not about relationships. Frank said his team and him were very concerned about Sam, now that he was a vampire.

Frank started inviting him to the manor every so often to look for cures in the thousands of old books if collected. The rare one in English, I gave to Frank and Sam to study, while I read the Romanian and Hungarian and Latin copies. For weeks, we found nothing. And on weekends, Frank and I took 'breaks'.

The more time Sam was in my living room with Frank, the new I started to like the kid. He was quiet, helpful, and shy. We never really talked, and I guesse because I gave him the creeps. But he sat on the long burgundy couch next to Frank each night he was over, scanning books in old English diligently. I could see why Frank was so protective of him.

"Gerard? Find anything?" Frank asked when I paused at a page with a studious frown.

"I don't know yet," I replied. Sam's head shot up . He reminded me of when I was first turned, full of hope and dedication for a cure. Mikey brought me books on the subject. I never knew where he got them from. "This is a book I read a few decades ago, when I barely knew Romanian, but I think there's something in this passage..."

"how long ago was that?" Frank wonderred, examining the worn leather binding,

"I think fifty years ago. When I was first learning the language. I wasn't fluent or anything, so I don't know how much I've missed," I confessed, Sam raised an eyebrow. "What?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he muttered. He still looked cnfused, but I shrugged it off.

"What does it say?" Frank asked as u read, my finger dragging across the tiny Inked letters.

"There are many words without an English translation, but it basically says something about a Blood Moon, and the blood of a sire," I say, murmuring, "I studied a lot in sires, but the rituals never said what to do or how to do it, and I never wanted to risk seeing Lyndsey again."

"Sire. You mean the vampire who turned you? Like Lyndsey?" Frank wonderred, glancing at a wall. I nodded.

"Harley," Sam exclaimed. "So what, we just get her blood and then..."

"Let me read," I snapped. I wasn't angry, just intrigued. Had the answer been in this book the entire time? If read it edits but never understood it correctly.

"A blood moon is a phenomenon that happens once every 6 months, contrary to other accounts. This blood moon refers to vampires, basically," I clarified. "So, you take the blood of your sire, with your blood, and the blood of a human, and you get your cure. Well, also some candles and a ritual sacrifice, but these are what I've been missing!" I held my spot on the page with a forceful finger, and I looked up with excitement. Sam and Frank looked eager.

"So let me get this straight: we need Harley's blood, Sam's blood, and mine," Frank stated.

"Doesn't have to be yours, but tha would e easier," I hummed. I stood up and marked my place, pacing around the room anxiously.

"When can we do the ritual? When's the next blood moon?" Frank asked.

"Two weeks," I replied. Sam's eyes were saucers.

"We need to find Harley. And we need to find who turned Harley, so we can turn her back, too!" Sam piped up.

"Lyndsey," I whispered to myself, staring at the wall behind me, and Frank heard. He looked where I was staring, and he bit his lip.

"Would it still work for a dead sire?" Frank murmured.

"I don't know. Maybe I've fucked it up. I don't know," I said absentmindedly, pacing closer to the wall.

"What? Who's Lyndsey?" Sam wonderred.

"My sire. She dead," I muttered. Sam bit his lip in thought, clearly thinking about what I said. Would it still work? I saw him stare at the oil painting above the mantle.

I stood in in front of the wall where she was stuffed, hands on my hips in thought. I had to wait for the blood moon. Whatever. I had eternity.

"I'll text Ray and tell him to track down Harley within two weeks," murmured Frank, who took out his phone and starte tapping it. The glow lit up his face more than the yellow, almost empty candles on the table did. The light flickered oddly, but his phone was a steady white screen. I stared at it with a thinking frown as he touched the glass of his phone. Things like this neve ceased to amaze me.

"Okay, we have to go. I'll see you tomrrow, Gerard," Frank tells me, and I realised if been zone out, thinking about how a phone would work. He gets up and Sam follows him out the door.

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