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courage grew, I confronted him. I knew he was
different. I knew he had a different side to him. I knew the red
drinks he had weren’t cherry juice. I knew he was a Vampire, he had
said so much himself on several occasions. He called it a
mutation.
    As I grew older, so did my curiosity. I had searched
the cottage during the days when Lexus was nowhere to be found, apart from the few occasions
when he wore gloves and a hat when we went outside to explore. I
had found stacks of blood in large freezers in the basement, blood
in bottles, arranged in neat rows and with the animal source
clearly labeled across the glass.
    My suspicions had built up when I made this
discovery. There was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind,
which I suppressed as best I
could, which I ignored at every other opportunity. But it would
come back in lethal force; screaming at me, until one day I
convinced myself it was true.
    I confronted him in his office. I was gripping a
large knife in one hand, the hilt wet with my sweat. He asked me
what was wrong, eyeing the
knife curiously. It was then that it all came out. The night my
parents were murdered; the night the Vampires had come. The night
we never talked about. The night Lexus had turned up. I forced out
the question that with all my heart I hoped wasn’t true. Did he
kill my parents? I held my breath, and waited for his
answer.
    Was he the monster that had butchered my parents? The
one who had adopted me and acted as a fa ther figure? Was he the killer?
    He stood up and slowly walked towards me. I held up
the knife further, warning him to keep his distance, but he put my
arm down gently, pointing the knife to the floor and breaking my
resolve with it. He took me by my shoulders and tilted my head up
so I was looking directly into his green eyes. “No,” he said. That
o ne word flooded me with
relief.
    I asked him , who
did kill my parents?
    He said it was other Vampire s.
    I asked him ,
what happened to my parents?
    He said there were
murdered.
    I asked him , why
didn’t they come for me?
    He said he killed
them.
    I asked him why? Why didn’t he just join in? Why
didn’t he just kill me and
drain me dry.
    He moved his head, so it was inches away from my
face, and whispered, “I’m not
a monster.”
    I believed him. I
asked him were there any other Vampires around. He said yes. As the
pieces began to fit, I asked him, was it because I was human that
he kept me away from other Vampires? He said yes. But he said,
soon, I will meet them. And they will not hurt me. They will not
touch me. If they ever did, he would kill them. That week we moved
into the Manor, and into the city of Vampires.

Chapter
Four
    I wake up to the
shrilling of my alarm clock. The small structure vibrates with the
noise, almost bouncing on the spot as the gears work their internal
wonders. The high pitched sound rings in my eardrums, making me
wince as a mis-match of sensory messages are sent to my brain. With
one heavy swipe of my arm, I knock the alarm clock off the desk,
sending it hurtling across the room.
    I blink several times as sunlight peeps through the blinds, a blend of orange
and yellow, creating patterns across the bedroom that bathe the
furniture in golden bronze.
    I shrug off the covers and stagger out of bed. I
p ick the clock up from the
floor and slam my fist against the top, ending the harsh sound. I
look at the time with a yawn; my eye lids feel heavy as the
lingering fuzziness of sleep slowly blows off.
    I wipe my hand
across my face, focusing on the numbers flashing back at me. It is
a short while before sunset. So there is a short time for me to go
outside and enjoy the last part of the day while the sun is still
up. I have a quick shower, a change of clothes, and head
downstairs.
    I clamp down the spiral staircase; the ancient steps
underneath my feet groan as though waking up from a
long , deep slumber, their
moans creaky and hollow. My socks pound on the green carpet layered
across each step,