“Do you believe in vampires?” Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed painting her fingernails. She shook her head like she was bored and answered drolly, “You have got to be kidding me. Who actually believes in something like that?”
Kate hadn’t been expecting Vanessa to be very enthusiastic, but her tone was much less than that. “I guess nobody does.” Disappointed, Kate got up and headed back to her dorm room.
“Wait!” Vanessa shouted after her. “Why are you asking? Is some sicko trying to take advantage of you by saying he’s a vampire or something?”
Kate stopped at the door and thought for a second. Something interesting had happened that afternoon—not what Vanessa thought—but something. Kate had been gearing herself up to share the story, but now she was uncertain. She didn’t want to be ridiculed. For her, it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance and if she told Vanessa, who obviously would not understand the uniqueness of it, the experience would lose its sparkle. It wasn’t like they knew each other very well.
It was their first year in university and Vanessa’s room was next door to Kate’s in their dormitory, Lister Hall. It was nice that they got along well enough to support each other through the hectic month of September, especially living in dorms, but once they had settled into their respective grooves, Kate wasn’t sure if they were very compatible after all. Vanessa was on the volleyball team, while Kate was trying to find a different kind of group to join.
“Come on,” Vanessa urged. “Did you meet somebody?”
Kate frowned. She didn’t want to tell Vanessa anymore, but she had to tell someone. The story was like a hundred-dollar bill burning a hole in her pocket. She had to spend it. She sat back down on the bed. “Well, I went down to the Student Group office after class to see if there was an interesting group I could join.”
“Huh,” Vanessa said, perking up a little. “Did you find anything?”
“Sort of,” Kate said, chewing on her cheek. “There are a lot more student groups here than I thought there were. So, I was sitting in the Student Group’s office perusing the list.”
“And?” Vanessa asked impatiently. “What does this have to do with vampires?” “And this guy came in.”
Vanessa screwed the lid back on her nail polish. “As I thought. There’s always a guy.”
“Fine. Yes, there is always a guy,” Kate said, sorry that she had even begun to confide in Vanessa. She had been absolutely right, the fun of telling the story was lost and she hadn’t even got to the good part. “Yep, that’s right,” Kate continued, getting up and heading back to the door. “I saw a guy in the Student Group office that was so hot I was totally reminded of Louis in Interview with the Vampire. End of story. Thanks for listening.”
“Hey!” Vanessa called after Kate, who closed the door behind her.
Once safely back in her own room, Kate locked the door and sat down at her desk. Sometimes no one understood her. No one except her precious laptop.
She pulled it out of her school bag and set it up on her desk. She opened her email and went straight to her blog.
Kate loved her blog. It was called ‘Moonlight Reflections’ and it was a wonderful place where she could talk about her life without fear of misunderstanding. Her screen name was 01Pearl_Moon. The black screen loaded showing her stunning banner which was a picture of the moon and stark white text on a pitch-black background.
Her last post had been about her fascination with tarot cards. She scrolled to the bottom to see if anyone had commented. She still got comments from her high school friends, but they didn’t visit often since, apparently, they all had thrilling lives outside of their own laptops. However, Kate wasn’t bothered too much by their inconsistency. Recently she’d begun getting comments from someone new, someone refreshing.
She didn’t know their real name. He or she called themselves ReadyEyes808 and while none of her friends commented on her blog, this person had.
“I have never had my fortune told, but to hear you describe it, it sounds like I’m missing out. I made a blog. Come visit me sometime.” Then the web address was keyed in below.
Kate had every intention to go visit the blog, but first, she had to write down her experience with the vampire she’d met that afternoon. She clicked to enter her account and pulled up the window.
“Today I saw a vampire. Don’t get me wrong, he didn’t introduce himself to me as a vamp, but you should have seen the absolute beauty of this man. I was sitting on the couch in the Student Groups’ office trying to find an occult group to join at my school when this guy came in. His hair was perfectly black and straight. It was just long enough to fall into his eyes, which were also perfect by the way. Everything about his face was fascinating; the way his nose tilted up, the way the muscles in his jaw flexed when he talked, the way he searched for what he was looking for. Now, I haven’t said what made him look like a vampire, but his skin was so pale it looked like he had powdered it. Even his lips were white. If only his eyes were green like Louis de Pointe du Lac, but instead they were brown like blackness had warmed.
“I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn’t rally up enough composure to close my gaping mouth. So, I was staring at him with my tongue hanging out when he turned and looked directly at me. My mouth snapped shut. I wanted to look away, but his gaze was so compelling, almost like he knew what I was thinking
that I was seeing a real vampire for the first time
, and it amused him. I think his expression might have been a smile. Then he finished talking to the Student Groups director and headed out, but you will not believe what he did before he left. He winked at me!
“Do you think he thought I was crazy?”
Kate stopped typing and read over her post. Yeah, that had done justice to her feelings. Not like talking to Vanessa. Bah!
She posted it and went to check out ReadyEyes808’s new blog. When the page came up, it was not black like hers, but the layout for the screen was white and all the text displayed was a deep blood red. The banner was a pair of red anime-like eyes. The design of it was stylish. Kate could have chosen it for herself. But somehow that red struck her as darker than her black. She shook her head. It was just a color.
Before she read the first post, she looked at the ‘About Me’ section. It read: “It fills my mind and caresses my body. It kills my spirit and makes me move... so I move... And it makes me prove what I am and where I lie each time I die.” Kate’s heartbeat kicked up a few notches. She scrolled down the page madly, searching for more information about this person. With a few clicks, she found the bio information he had listed. It said that he was a man in his early twenties.
“Thank goodness,” she exhaled as she moved back to the first page to read his blog.
“Today I saw a goddess. I was at work—bored as usual. She was hanging out at the university after hours. I guess that she was waiting for her loser boyfriend. Who would keep a woman like that waiting? But maybe ‘woman’ is too strong a word for her, since she barely looked eighteen. She smelled like the ocean surf and flower petals blowing in the wind. She was utterly bewitching. I’m probably dreaming, but I can’t get her out of my mind.
“If I introduced myself to her, do you think she’d be interested in me? Nah, I didn’t think so either. Even if she is single, I’m too devilish for a girl like that.”
Kate smiled and scrolled to the bottom. She was going to comment, but when she got there she was surprised at how many people had already commented. There were comments from at least seven girls, all gushing at the sweetness of this guy.
Kate wasn’t sure if she wanted to comment after all, but he was one of the few people who consistently visited her blog, so she opened the window to send her comment. “You met a goddess today? Well, I met a vampire. Watch, those two will hook up and you and I will stay single. LOL! Thanks for visiting my blog.”
