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I sat and stared at the fire for what seemed like hours just trying to make sense of my thoughts.
1) There was a distinct possibility that a Vampire had killed that bitch of a tutor. There was also a distinct possibility that I had in fact been rescued by a Vampire (Callan) when I passed out at the sight of her bloodied corpse.
2) I had been taken to a Vampire's home where I had been looked after and comforted. I had been listened to, they hadn’t pitied me or treated me like an outsider.
3) We drank, talked, laughed and danced like normal people. I had felt safe. Even my crippling lack of self confidence was hardly an issue (after Bette had given me a good talking to of course).
4) Callan kissed me.
All things considered (murders notwithstanding), it had been a bloody good day, and the last thing I wanted to do was cock it all up. Callan, Bette and Julius are the only people in my life so far that I have actually felt a connection to - I mean, what if it was all a coincidence. I’d never live it down and I would lose the first friends I’d made since moving here.
I took a cigarette from the pack on the dusty floor next to me and lit it. I could feel the tension ebbing away as I inhaled the warm smoke. Who cares about death when your life adds up to a big heap of nothing. I flicked the ash into the hearth as the cigarette burned down, finally flicking the butt into the flames.
I sighed as I threw myself down onto the musty pile of blankets I had slept in last night. I really ought to at least try and do something with this place. I can’t fix the roof or the ancient wiring, but I should really figure out which rooms were safe to step into without falling through the floor... Or I could slap some paint on the walls and keep living in this room, a squatter in my own home.
My bag started buzzing. I rummaged for my phone for a moment before I gave up and tipped it up over the floor. I really need a smaller bag, or at least less crap to put in it.
By the time I found my phone, it had stopped buzzing. I checked the caller ID.
Callan... Shit...
It buzzed again
“Hey Daegan, It’s Callan. I’m sorry for calling so late, I guess you’re asleep. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe & to let you know that I’m still coming to pick you up in the a.m so we can get your car.”
Butterflies began to dance in my stomach as I tapped out my response
“Not sleeping - couldn’t find my phone :( The track is pretty much washed out from all the rain - stop before you hit the cattle grid and I’ll meet you there.”
I paused. Do I say anything about earlier?
“Thank you... For everything.”
That should cover it.
“...P.S It’s not a car, it’s a truck :P Daegan.”
Callan
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