Unapologetic Apathy

If the windows weren't covered, I would have been watching Frank storm down the path and disappear in the overgrown pine trees that blacked my view from the main road. I shrugged and made sure the door was properly locked behind him. What a rude mannered boy. He would need some sense knocked into him.

But yet again, I was technically his age. I was immortal at 23. He couldn't have been less than 20 himself. I scraped a sharp canine against my lip in thought as I paced to the end of the living room . Frank was odd. Usually, any person who wandered in I could handle, but he was almost as strong as I was. I would never admit it to him, but he almost won the fight. The holy water was unfair though. My face still tingled.

Frank, being strong, almost hurt me. But he was upholdin his end of the deal. He could tell anybody and I would never knkw, though. It could either work in my favour, or it could be the death of me. It made me, for the first time in a while, nervous. I picked up the bag on the little side table. With this deal, I could get more. No more waitin months between meals. I would eat every other day.

I didnt bother piuring it into it into a glass or anything. I bit into the bag and it started dripping down my chin. I pinched the bag closed and wiped it off as I went, but I still felt weird eating so messily. Even being what I was for over a century, I never really got used to it. I licked my lips and started drinking again. Not to be picky, but It didn't taste as good as getting it fresh. However, I hadn't eaten in months before I met Frank for the first time, so I was grateful.

Thinking back on it, I was hungry and tired. Frank coul have easily bested me. Maybe we were an equal match, if I was starving. But if I was starving, asking about a deal wouldn't have stopped me from ripping open his throat. But my walls were full.

I floppedon the coach. He was hot tempered, ill mannered, but he looked pretty. I felt a tingle in my chest. No! No, I would not develop a crush on this man who clearly hates me. He obviously wants me dead. I put a slightly bloody hand to my forehead in thought. Frank was nice looking, though, and I hoped he would get over this vampire prejudice soon. But we were things he could hate, it was only understandable,

Sitting alone here might have made me stir crazy.

Maybe i would take a trip outside soon. See if Frank was holding his end of the deal.

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