“He that can have patience, can have what he will”
I sit with my legs crossed rocking back and forth. I cannot handle it anymore; it’s been days since my body has had any nourishment. I keep looking at the window of my apartment with the black shade covering it. Light still penetrates against it. It’s not dark yet. I look around to find something to distract me. I could turn on my 32” HD TV and watch cable, but what is the point, it’ll just make me hungry.
I look from the TV to the black leather recliner in front of it. All I have in this apartment is a leather recliner, a desk, and a chair. I could read a book while I wait for sunset to be over. I look around to see my several bookshelves; there ought to be something in there I haven’t read.
I feel the soft cushion of red carpet beneath my bare feet. I had just replaced it and the pad myself last summer, and I am happy I did. The texture feels so nice under my callused feet. Besides that… the color… is so convenient. I shake my head from such thoughts; I can’t let it control me.
I have my books organized into categorized bookshelves: history, mythical & fantasy fiction, encyclopedias, vampire fiction, and vampire truth. I have too many books. It does get boring during the day. Only recently have I finished the Twilight series, and besides making me hungry – it also made me want diamonds. I walk over to the encyclopedias and look at the first two books: Dictionary and Thesaurus. I pick up the dictionary and head to my recliner.
As I sit I feel something under my tailbone as I lean back. I sit forward and grab a Playstation controller from behind me and toss it forward. It crashes to the ground and is now the only thing on my spotless floor. Stupid Resident Evil being addictive. I lean back in the recliner and head back to my last spot.
Spontaneous: Adj- said or done without having been planned or written in advance. Adj- happening or arising without apparent external cause.
I glance back at the window, there is no more light trying to fight its way through. I jump up from my seat and quickly put the Dictionary back in its place. I pick up the Playstation controller and set it on my oak entertainment center.
I slowly open the door and stay behind it with eyes wandering outside. There is no sunlight entering my apartment. First I test the atmosphere with my finger as I look around my apartment making sure I don’t see anything I need to pick up. Once I’m fine with my apartment’s appearance I take a step out of the door.
It’s not dark yet, but the sunlight has faded behind the horizon. I look around the apartment complex as I walk. It is too white here. I almost make it to my car when Dustin stops me.
“Hey Tristan. Are you busy tonight? Do you want to play some Playstation?” he asks.
I flinch at the smell of him, the smell of his blood. He smells of pizza and junk food. Not even worth it, and besides I could never cause anything too close to home. I have grown too fond of Dustin anyway, we’ve known to hangout a few times at the bar playing pool.
“Perhaps a bit later Dustin, I have some things to take care of first,” I say.
“Alright man, I’ll catch you later,” he says.
YOU ARE READING
What happens when an angel that is set forth on destroying all of the vampires of the world comes across a vampire whom is trying to do good, a vampire that doesn't kill. It doesn't seem possible, and yet, she feels the truth from him. Can she gathe...