My first energy vampire part 2

 

He asked me if I wanted to grab something from the café and I obliged. There wasn’t anywhere I needed to be, and it sounded like a nice break from everything high school. I left this heated attraction for him that left me dumb struck. My mind had a difficult time thinking objectively. I was swept up in the romance that only a teenager knows. Too me his attentions felts as if it was a coming out party to my emotions. I had asked him how long he had been playing his guitar. He’d been playing since middle school and mostly he played his own stuff. He said he was inspired by all thing dark.

He said his art came from H.P Lovecraft and madness. He asked me what I did for fun. I was not as dark as him and typically had many after school activities to take part in. I loved rock climbing, art club, choir, drama and loved to write. I had been trying to get my poetry published. How lucky was I that he was interested in my work? We walked back to hi car in the parking lot and he invited me to sit and talk for a little while longer.

One thing had drifted into another, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. With each touch I eagerly groped for more. We were a tangle of legs and animalistic smells. I was flooded with sensation of euphoric desire. The sun had started to set but it was not as if we could see through the fogged glass. Every worry, self-conscious thought I had disappeared in steam.

I felt a red velvet thickness spread through the inside of my skull rolling any critical voice under the waves. My arms struggled to lift and swim upwards into cognition. When I reached the surface, my skirt had been pushed up and Reginald was on top of me. Whispering sweet nothings about how he wanted to dive within my soul.

Before he could push any further, I stopped him. I was a virgin, and I was not ready. He disagreed, he thought I was very ready. A tingling over my skull like warm rain threatened to roll me under again. I pushed back firmly and said absolutely not. I quickly gathered my clothing. It seemed like such a silly thing for me to clutch seeing as other girls had gone much farther than this and lived to boast of their adventure.

He then suddenly backed off and told me that no woman had ever said no to him before. He stared at me in the dark fiddling with his rings. I told him that I had only just met him. I apologized for what had come over me and apologized for disappointing him or giving him the wrong idea. He simply smiled at me. Reginald dismissed my apologies and just asked to see me again. I was unnerved. Something about the look in his eyes screamed of desolate hunger. I was the one who teased him with a feast and didn’t deliver.

He dropped me off at my house and promised to see me later. He chuckled under his breath that he didn’t mind a challenge. I nervously laughed and exited the car. When I got through the door, I could still feel his eyes in my back even though I was sure he was gone. I looked back to see his red taillights drifting out the driveway. The room began to sway slightly, and I felt dizzy. I wondered if all girls felt this way when they started to fall in love.

Ghosts and an AK-47

I lived in a haunted house with four other people. We were cozy and good friends. However, the house had the tendency to attract the odd spirit or two or four. I lost count. For the most part they never bothered me. They loved to chill with our pet rabbits and would occasionally sing to them.   

But they loved to mess with one roommate. Adam. Poor Adam. That guy would see every ghost and every disembodied ghost that could be imagined or explained. He once saw a ghost at the end of the hall that turned out to be a shadow of a broken oscillating fan. He thought it had been me.

 Adam decided that to stay at home while the rest of us went out. Five hours later, upon returning we saw all of the lights on. I was instantly suspicious of some bad juju going on. When we entered the house, Adam was clutching his AK-47. He rushed to us and said, “oh thank god you’re home.” 

“What’s going on?” I asked him as I failed to wipe the confusion off my face. 

“I heard footsteps and things moving and voices!” He gripped his rifle a bit tighter. “It was so loud!” 

“I understand it can freak you out,” I started. “But why do you have the gun? I mean, it’s not going to do anything.” 

“I know! It makes me feel better!” He cried. I couldn’t help but to laugh. It was at that point I understood why ghosts stuck around annoying people like Adam. If I knew that I had an all you can eat buffet of pranking waiting for me at the end of my life, I’d start writing my list now!

My first energy vampire part 1

 My first energy vampire: part 1

The first vampire I had ever come across was called Reginald. This was before HALO, before Damon and most importantly Frank. I’d always known that there were people that sucked energy or were just naturally draining.  But never in my life did I ever think that something like this could happen to me. I was just barely a year into high school and boy did I ever think I was aloof. I didn’t care because everyone deserved a chance to live.

Reginald was edgy. He had thick, long red hair with these dark green eyes. He smelt like fresh ever green on a summer’s day. He was sitting outside of my drama class with a guitar. He silver ringed fingers plucked away, “As my guitar gently weeps.” He was surrounded by admirers and I simply smiled at him and went on my way. I honestly didn’t think he would even remember me. 

The girls were all a flutter with his name. He worked with the children in special education for extra credit and had a very open schedule during the day. He enjoyed parties and music. Reginald was also dark and mysterious. He dabbled in the occult and had a copy of the necromicon. His art was crafted black ink on plaster of Paris. I was smitten but my mind was on changes that were happening in my own body. 

When a sentinel is shifting into their active phase, the world changes into frightening legions of emotions and energies. I thought I was losing my mind! All these thoughts and feelings were not all mine. I had no idea that they weren’t or how to deal with them.

Reginald was taking a break playing his guitar when I came out of my drama class again but this time he was alone. I briefly glanced at him and was about to go on my own way when I heard him say, “hi.” I looked over at him and said hi back. I was about to walk away when he asked what was I up too. I was startled by this as I had no idea he even noticed me. We got to talking and he asked why I always left after my class was done. I mentioned that I had another class to go to. He gave a half smile and chuckled to himself. He never knew anyone that could resist his music. 

I couldn’t help but to think that he was being really confident. But so are most musicians.  I think…

I don’t think we had been sitting long until the final bell had rung for the day. Energy vampires have something called a thrall and through it they can manipulate perceived time. The act was called “time temperance. I had honestly thought that I was falling in love. Little did I know, that this was just one of the many tricks he had played on me. It never ceases to amaze me how quick I was to dismiss all the little things. 

Part two released on Tuesday.

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