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.
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