We walk up to my black, 2000 dodge truck and I open the door for you, looking around the parking lot all the while.
"The more you do that, the more suspicious you look." You remark as you get in and shut the door. I ignore your behavior and go around to my side. When I'm in and start the engine, I say, "Don't tell me about looking suspicious. I've been on this earth since the nineteenth century."
You don't say anything else, but I can hear you thinking 'this man is completely out of his mind. There's no way in hell he's a vampire. He just has a fetish for biting people and... how did he heal me?' I have to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You're thoughts." I put the truck in gear and back out of the parking spot.
"My thoughts? Wait, where are we going?"
"You will see." We drive away from the apartment complex and get on the two-laned road.
"You can't control me, you know!"
"Oh yes I can, dear. I've done it many times before, too."
I make you think you're in a dark tunnel. It's cold, damp and you hear things at the other end. Things like voices, faint laughter, rocks falling, a person running through puddles--you never see or feel them though. It scares you so much you spin around and run back the other way until you're outside. Wait, you're not supposed to go that way!
Straight away, you realize you're on the grounds of a large dilapidated hospital. I don't... I didn't form this image. Both you and I see people in uniforms are walking around; some are smiling as they push deceased patients on gurneys and in wheelchairs up a sidewalk into the parking area for ambulances, and other employees are staring back at you with dead, glazed-over eyes. They slowly tilt their heads. A few of them have blood and other liquids oozing from their bodies, staining their clothes. You almost throw up from fear and disgust overwhelming you. This is very interesting to me. Something on the top floor also catches your attention; a man is standing in a tall window and a female nurse is behind him. He's wearing a red t-shirt and jeans. You feel your palms getting very sweaty and your mouth has gone completely dry. He screams out "HELP ME!" And then, he walks off the ledge. It's almost entirely casual how he moves. Your eyes follow him as he crashes into the pavement, and just seconds later, two smiling employees wheel a gurney up to him. Oh my...
As they put him on it, haunting sounds of laughter echo throughout the grounds. It's the nurse. You fall to your knees, tears riding down your cheeks. "Why... why!!! Is this hell...?" Suddenly, you see a windshield, a dashboard and notice you're here with me. We're parked outside a diner now.
I raise a brow at you, "Well... that was interesting! What's wrong with your face? Would you rather go somewhere else?" You just look at me, traumatized. I smile and pat your shoulder, "Come on, I'll buy you a nice rare steak and maybe some peach cobbler, if you're good!" You let me guide you into the place. All the while, I lose myself in the deep wonder if I've just done something I didn't know I was capable of.
A waitress greets us
happily and I comment that I'm surprised they're open so late. She says,
"We don't close until midnight." I take a glance at the clock and see
it's 11:15. Very unusual for a diner, but perfect for me. "Well... we
got here just in time." I say. She smiles kindly and leads us to a
table, sets some menus down and asks what we would like to drink.
"That's a beautiful dress!" She says to you. You slowly look up at her,
no emotion on your face whatsoever. I laugh softly, "Thanks. I picked it
out. Now, I would like a sweet iced tea... and Addison?-What about
you?" You're still staring at her. I smile at the waitress, "Same for
her. She's just had a long day." I frown.
"...Alright then. I'll be right back." She leaves, bewildered by what I said about the dress and your behavior.
I take your hand and
rest it on the table, "Don't underestimate me. If you continue to do
that, things will only get worse." You finally blink and steady your
attention on my eyes. "Now then..." I release your hand. You grab my
hand back firmly, "What did you do to me?"
"Well... technically, nothing."
"You fucked with my head. Bad." You shove me away, "Who do you think you are?"
"We have already discussed that Addison. I told you what I am."
I sit back and fish in my pocket for my pack of cigarettes, "There you go again, underestimating me." I take one out and light it. As you watch me calmly blow smoke out, observing you with narrowing eyes, the waitress returns to the table with our drinks. We take them and I order steak cooked rare, hashbrowns and eggs for us both. That pisses you off. You don't show it though. Not quite. She leaves again, waving the smoke out of her face, annoyed.
"Why don't you let me go?" You ask.
"Because of many reasons darling, but I'll only say two; you amuse me and you taste good. I wonder what else you can do..."
"Oh..." you say, "That's it. So to keep me around, you put me through--" We hear someone open the door and I look past your head. A tall man with wavy blonde hair, wearing a leather jacket, jeans and biker boots is coming in. My muscles tense and my fangs start filling with venom. You try to turn around but I take your wrist and force you to stay still. You growl at me and I growl back more viciously. He looks in our direction and smirks at me in an arrogant, warm and welcoming way. I hate that asshole with a passion. He'd better not be the reason things went differently in that dream I gave you.