In Love or
Stuck
In Love
Several hours later
I heard a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Davis. She knocked again.
I gave no reply. Another knock, no answer. She knew I was in here
so she came in.
“Are you
hungry?”
I gave no reply.
How could she expect an answer after this day’s
events?
“I understand
that you are mad. My husband turned me into a vampire when I was
eighteen. I had no choice, I didn’t even know, like
yourself.”
She was talking to
me like my best friend that I’ve known since I was
little.
“Mr. Davis
bit me here on this island. Did you know I’m four hundred and
twenty-eight years old? We have been married for four hundred and
ten. We spent most of our time here on this island until we had
Logan. Then we moved back to the mainland, where you are from, when
he was seven. He didn’t like moving from this island much
because he grew up here so every summer we brought him
back.”
I finally
spoke.
“Do I have to
drink blood now?” I asked.
She looked out the
window and gave a little chuckle.
“Yes dear,
you do.”
“Do I have an appetite for regular food?”
“Yes, but like humans with water, we need blood.”
It was all making sense now. Instead of having mostly water, I
needed mostly blood. I can still act and eat like a human!
“In myths they say you can’t go outside in the
daylight. Why can you?” I asked.
“That’s just a myth. All vampires can go outside during
the day. As long as it’s not a lightning storm or a
snowstorm.” She answered.
“Why? Why can’t I?”
“With lightning storms we attract the lightning. In
snowstorms, because we have no blood running through us, we would
freeze to death.”
“Can I touch the snow?”
“Yes, but you can’t stay out very long.”
After a little while I stopped talking and so did she. So, Mrs.
Davis got up and went back downstairs.
I was laying on my
bed staring out the window. I was looking at things with a new
perspective. It was like I never wore glasses, and was almost
blind. Then I put on a pair of glasses, and could see.
After an hour Logan knocked. I knew it was him, because when
I’m mad at him, and he knows it, he has the softest three
knocks I’ve ever heard. Like Mrs. Davis, after the third
time, he just came in.
“Made?” he asked in his softest tone. This is the tone
I hear only when I’m mad at him.
“What do you want.”
“Love, I’m sorry. I never wanted to put this burden on
you-“
I cut him
off.
“Why didn’t you think of me? Why didn’t you ask?
Why do I have to become just like you? When frankly, right now, I
DON’T want to be like you!”
He sat there perfectly still like a statue until I was done. He
looked at me and said,
“My parents made me. They said if I did not tell you we could
not be together. I thought you wanted me forever.”
“I do-“
It was his turn to
cut me off.
“I thought that was how you felt. I need to know that you
aren’t going to leave me, that I made the right decision
Made.”
He looked and sounded like he was going to cry, but he
didn’t.
“You made the right decision. I love you so much. I just wish
I had warning, That I had a say. That if I wanted to wait to become
a vampire, it was my choice.
I paused and looked at him. He looked anxious.
“ I love your decision and want to spend the rest of eternity
with you, my love, my heart, myLogan Davis.”
A sign of relief came out of him. I must have relaxed because he
was on the other side of the room and is now hugging me in a tight
compassionate hug. The ones he’s best at.
I’m glad he chose this decision. It’s the one I would
have made.
Me, Madeline Callie
Williams, Vampire.