“Do you need help sir?”
It was happening again; they saw his blacked out glasses and the white cane and thought him incapable of doing anything. God he wished they would mind their own business, if he wanted help he would ask for it…and he would ask someone who had a brain in their head, not some barely out of university student. Giving a soft sigh he forced a serene smile to cover his thin lips and turned his head towards that gratingly high pitched voice.
“No, thank you.”
Each time this happened he founded it harder to keep the utter contempt out of his voice, every time it happened he struggled to hold himself back from letting lose and screaming at them that he was blind and not a child…but that would not help his case. All anyone ever saw were the scars, all they ever noticed was the stick he used to guide himself around…no one saw the irritated twitch of his eye or the way his grip would tighten on that cane.
“Are you sure? I could read that book to you, seeing as it isn’t in brail.”
Oh how he wanted to smash the woman over the head with his stick, beat some sense into her…but that would make it worse so instead he shook his head and smiled. In time she would leave him all he had to do was wait.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
And there she went.
These ‘good people’ were all just so exasperating, none of them really cared what he wanted they just wanted to make themselves feel good by helping the ’blind’ man. He hated it…ever since that accident his life had come to a crashing halt and he had been plagued by do-gooders when all he wanted was to be left alone to study.
The only comfort he had left were his books, in their pages he found salvation and peace. Unlike humans who took one look at him and labelled him, books just accepted who he was and willingly opened up to him. Humans thought him weak and vulnerable, but in the world of books he could be anything from a hero trying to save the princess or a seductive vampire. There were no limits to his powers in books…and maybe that was why he had been drawn to the folklore on vampires…their power and complete control.
Since losing his sight when he was fourteen he had lost control in his life. The same crash that took his family and left him blind had stripped him of any semblance of control…and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, not that he let anyone seen. A smile hid the anger, a chuckle hid the sobs and a skip hid the pain that simply walking caused him.
Fourteen years has passed since that mad man had driven into his house, fourteen whole years and yet it still felt just as painful now as it had then. He tried so hard to forget it, to ignore the nagging memories and move on but it seemed impossible….normally he only thought about that day on the anniversary or when visiting his parents grave…but recently he had been finding himself thinking about it more and more. So instead of allowing himself to wallow in self pity he throw himself into his work.
It was his determination to dive head first into his work that had brought him to the library this day and it was his own pride that had him sat in front of a book he had no hope of reading…
“I really must learn to play nice.”
A light chuckle left his lips as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Reaching out he curled his long fingers about the book (after letting them bounce on the desk to find the book first) and closed it. There was no reason for him to be here…maybe if he went home he could get his roommate to read the book to him.
Shaking his head from side to side he slipped the large hardback into his black satchel, did up the zip and stood up. He might as well head home and do some research, there was nothing here for him…at least at home he had Chase to read to him.
--------Half an hour later--------
“God you are obsessed, its not like they are even real!”
A melodic chuckle slipped past his lips, even though he couldn’t see it he knew that his best friend of twenty-two years was flapping his arms about and puffing out his cheeks. Chase was the only one he could trust to look at him as if he were normal, not to see the scars or the glassy look in his black eyes.
“So says the whovian.”
Ducking down he dodged the pillow that was thrown at his head, Chase always threw it in the same place…years of practice made it so they could almost read each others minds and so the pillows never hit him.
“That’s different!”
A ‘brow raised at the huffy tone. They had had this argument so many times that he could tell what would happen next and so was already pushing the book at the his friend and tapping the page.
“You are so lucky we are best friends, anyone else would have had a bloody nose by now.”
“Yes, yes. I am a very lucky boy. Now read.”
Chase gave that same huffy noise before pulling the book in front of him and began to read.
Every culture has their own tales of supernatural beings that drank the blood and ate the flesh of the living. Not matter what part of the world you enter there were always tales of the dead rising and causing chaos and death to spread through the lands. Each culture called these creatures something different but no matter what they were called, no matter how they fed or disguised themselves they were all the same thing - a vampire.
Now a days vampires have been consigned to fictional world. We see images of teen vampires with human emotions…and we read stories of erotic seducers who sweep some maiden off her feet, but vampires are neither of these things. Its easy to just shake our head and say ’Its just a fairytale, vampires don’t exist’ but have you ever felt eyes on you as you walk down the street, ever felt that cold chill run up your spine on a warm summers night. Don’t be fooled, vampires have not disappeared into history, they walk among us.
“Alder, you can’t really believe this crap.”
He didn’t know what to believe, sure he had never seen a vampire but…he had never seen the wind nor could he see his brain but he knew they were there. There was so much writing on vampires so much history…how could they not be real? How could so many cultures of got it wrong…
“I haven’t made up my mind…”
He couldn’t comfort his friend and set his mind at ease…this would take more research. He would find out the truth about these creatures that haunted the nights…either they were just a fanciful story or they were real…and if they were real, well…he would just have to wait and see what his research turned up.
It was happening again; they saw his blacked out glasses and the white cane and thought him incapable of doing anything. God he wished they would mind their own business, if he wanted help he would ask for it…and he would ask someone who had a brain in their head, not some barely out of university student. Giving a soft sigh he forced a serene smile to cover his thin lips and turned his head towards that gratingly high pitched voice.
“No, thank you.”
Each time this happened he founded it harder to keep the utter contempt out of his voice, every time it happened he struggled to hold himself back from letting lose and screaming at them that he was blind and not a child…but that would not help his case. All anyone ever saw were the scars, all they ever noticed was the stick he used to guide himself around…no one saw the irritated twitch of his eye or the way his grip would tighten on that cane.
“Are you sure? I could read that book to you, seeing as it isn’t in brail.”
Oh how he wanted to smash the woman over the head with his stick, beat some sense into her…but that would make it worse so instead he shook his head and smiled. In time she would leave him all he had to do was wait.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
And there she went.
These ‘good people’ were all just so exasperating, none of them really cared what he wanted they just wanted to make themselves feel good by helping the ’blind’ man. He hated it…ever since that accident his life had come to a crashing halt and he had been plagued by do-gooders when all he wanted was to be left alone to study.
The only comfort he had left were his books, in their pages he found salvation and peace. Unlike humans who took one look at him and labelled him, books just accepted who he was and willingly opened up to him. Humans thought him weak and vulnerable, but in the world of books he could be anything from a hero trying to save the princess or a seductive vampire. There were no limits to his powers in books…and maybe that was why he had been drawn to the folklore on vampires…their power and complete control.
Since losing his sight when he was fourteen he had lost control in his life. The same crash that took his family and left him blind had stripped him of any semblance of control…and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, not that he let anyone seen. A smile hid the anger, a chuckle hid the sobs and a skip hid the pain that simply walking caused him.
Fourteen years has passed since that mad man had driven into his house, fourteen whole years and yet it still felt just as painful now as it had then. He tried so hard to forget it, to ignore the nagging memories and move on but it seemed impossible….normally he only thought about that day on the anniversary or when visiting his parents grave…but recently he had been finding himself thinking about it more and more. So instead of allowing himself to wallow in self pity he throw himself into his work.
It was his determination to dive head first into his work that had brought him to the library this day and it was his own pride that had him sat in front of a book he had no hope of reading…
“I really must learn to play nice.”
A light chuckle left his lips as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Reaching out he curled his long fingers about the book (after letting them bounce on the desk to find the book first) and closed it. There was no reason for him to be here…maybe if he went home he could get his roommate to read the book to him.
Shaking his head from side to side he slipped the large hardback into his black satchel, did up the zip and stood up. He might as well head home and do some research, there was nothing here for him…at least at home he had Chase to read to him.
--------Half an hour later--------
“God you are obsessed, its not like they are even real!”
A melodic chuckle slipped past his lips, even though he couldn’t see it he knew that his best friend of twenty-two years was flapping his arms about and puffing out his cheeks. Chase was the only one he could trust to look at him as if he were normal, not to see the scars or the glassy look in his black eyes.
“So says the whovian.”
Ducking down he dodged the pillow that was thrown at his head, Chase always threw it in the same place…years of practice made it so they could almost read each others minds and so the pillows never hit him.
“That’s different!”
A ‘brow raised at the huffy tone. They had had this argument so many times that he could tell what would happen next and so was already pushing the book at the his friend and tapping the page.
“You are so lucky we are best friends, anyone else would have had a bloody nose by now.”
“Yes, yes. I am a very lucky boy. Now read.”
Chase gave that same huffy noise before pulling the book in front of him and began to read.
Every culture has their own tales of supernatural beings that drank the blood and ate the flesh of the living. Not matter what part of the world you enter there were always tales of the dead rising and causing chaos and death to spread through the lands. Each culture called these creatures something different but no matter what they were called, no matter how they fed or disguised themselves they were all the same thing - a vampire.
Now a days vampires have been consigned to fictional world. We see images of teen vampires with human emotions…and we read stories of erotic seducers who sweep some maiden off her feet, but vampires are neither of these things. Its easy to just shake our head and say ’Its just a fairytale, vampires don’t exist’ but have you ever felt eyes on you as you walk down the street, ever felt that cold chill run up your spine on a warm summers night. Don’t be fooled, vampires have not disappeared into history, they walk among us.
“Alder, you can’t really believe this crap.”
He didn’t know what to believe, sure he had never seen a vampire but…he had never seen the wind nor could he see his brain but he knew they were there. There was so much writing on vampires so much history…how could they not be real? How could so many cultures of got it wrong…
“I haven’t made up my mind…”
He couldn’t comfort his friend and set his mind at ease…this would take more research. He would find out the truth about these creatures that haunted the nights…either they were just a fanciful story or they were real…and if they were real, well…he would just have to wait and see what his research turned up.