the 1st of September, 2010
FABIAN
The first rain on the first of September. I couldn’t even begin to ask for more. Bucharest is really quite beautiful this time of the year. The old buildings seem to be more suited for this kind of weather. The coffee shop in which I’ve walked into is empty. Yes, perfection.
The door opened. A tall guy just entered, wearing a leather jacket. Oh, it’s...
GABRIEL
I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve come here. I don’t care what that stuck-up Fabian says. This city is old, proud and sinister, yet compelling at the same time. Kind of like him. I wonder if that’s why he finds it not at all interesting? Oh, well. How time flies. We haven’t talked to each other since the ’80s. Gotta tell you, those pants did not do us men – both human and vampire – any justice.
“Gabriel, how did you find me? Don’t misunderstand, it’s just rare of you to show up in an unknown caffe without a horde of hysterical women chasing after you.” Well, I am a very tall and athletic guy. Not to mention all the blonde hair and the flirty smile. Hey, who wouldn’t want me for dessert?
“Being a smart mouth, as always. Some things never change, I see. For your information, I just had to look for the most unpopular place in town and ta-da! Found the friend I was looking for.”
“You haven’t lost your sense of humor either.” was Fabian’s reply.
We continued in this spirited manner for a couple of hours. A vamp has got to catch up with other vamps from time to time. After all, we aren’t that many. Oh, and the ones that are as breath-taking as me are even fewer. And that’s exaggerating. About them being only a few, not about me being handsome. There might as well be none left.
Fabian tells me I am probably the only person – vampire, that actually fits the Edward description. When I asked him who the hell was this Eddie guy, he just laughed at me. Whatever, it’s not like I can be compared or anything.
Wait, who is that blonde vision that came in? Fabian seems to know her, judging by the deadly glare she is clearly addressing him.
FABIAN
Please don’t come here, please don’t.
LAILA
There’s that neighbor of mine. I guess I should thank him for fixing the door, I’m not a savage, after all.
But what is he looking all angry in my direction for? On second thought, he was the one who broke it in the first place, why should I thank him??
And honestly, are all his friends as good looking as he is?
Uh-oh. Incoming.
GABRIEL
What a funny little thing she is. It seems Fabian lives next door to her. And due to a rat-in-bathroom-door-busted-afterwards incident, they are not on very good terms right now.
She introduced herself as Laila. She claims she just moved here from America and will be attending the University. I was surprised to see Fabian dripping his coffee on his laptop.
“That’s great, then you’ll be in Fabian’s year.”
At first, she seemed unable to comprehend what I had just said. I turned my gaze towards Fabian and she caught on.
“Oh, Fabian, right. So that’s your name.” That was all she said. I thought she would be more excited, but this was not the case. Fabian just blinked absently at her. What a boring crowd these two make.
FABIAN
Her, a college student? What kind of sick joke is this? And what kind of name is Laila? Oh, she’s an American. That explains a lot. But her Romanian is flawless, I didn’t expect her to be a foreigner.
NOOOOOO! I am going to kill Gabriel, even if it means the vampire race will have one less specimen to worry about. Why did he do that? Is it not enough that I have to listen to her at the apartment? Now I have to bump into her at the University, as well.
Although, she doesn’t seem too excited by the news. Maybe that’s a good sign.
the 7th of September, 2010
FABIAN
Email received from hot_fangs@yahoo.com
SUBJECT: how lame can you get
“It’s me, Gabriel. Just wanted to ask you what’s up with the whole bohemian writer crap? Have you gone soft on me? Well, anyway, there’s this other thing – I applied for the University. And guess what? My hot vampire self is in!! :-)
BTW, have you talked to Laila? You should communicate more with the people around you.
See you in class, you dork.“
My quiet life has just gone down the drain. Between Gabriel and that woman, I don’t know which is worse. Should I run now?
the 8th of September, 2010
FABIAN
Okay, so I didn’t run away. Running was never my thing. I don’t even know if I have a thing. Besides writing, I mean. But that’s become a part of me after all these years.
I’ve started wondering if a history of vampires has ever been written. And I don’t mean, a history of all the actors that have played vampire parts. It just seems so unfair, so unstable – to never know the beginning of your own kind, to have no knowledge about your roots. The sad truth is that not even vampires are spared of ignorance.
But, maybe it’s not our fault entirely. I don’t blame vampires for wanting to keep a low profile, especially since humans have turned and twisted our attributes to their liking. Where do all the authors even get their ideas from? Glowing in the sun – seriously? Or holly water burning us. Oh, and my personal favourite – the STARE. Yes, the damned stare that can compel any human being. If you ask me, it’s even worse in the movies. The actors just bug the hell out of their eyes like they’re having a seizure. That is certainly the most attractive way of luring a victim.
And what is it with all the blood, people? Just because we have fangs doesn’t necessarily mean we have to hunt and prey. I mean, I drink my blood with a straw. Do you get it?? A straw!! Perfectly harmless.
the 15th of September, 2010
LAILA
I’ve discovered that Fabian (yes, surprisingly, he has a name) is actually a very reserved person. He keeps to himself a lot. Despite that uneasy feeling he’s constantly making me have, my curiosity has gotten the best of me.
Two days ago, I knocked on his apartment door.
The music was loud again, but nonetheless, he answered immediately. What great hearing, I thought. My dad could have chocked in the living room for all I cared, and I still wouldn’t have heard his desperate cries for help. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. I knocked. And he opened the door. And stood there. Shirtless.
He just stood there while my jaw dropped.
I must have seemed like one of those raging teenager girls. Luckily, I regained my composure just before I could make a total fool out of myself.
“I’m sorry to bother you all of a sudden” I fidgeted. “I know we didn’t exactly get along from the beginning, but I don’t know anybody else here and...”
“And you thought I could maybe be the only person you knew?” he lifted one eyebrow at me.
“Huh? No! I mean, yes. Perhaps.” I’m sure by this time, I must have turned bright purple. I don’t normally go on knocking on strange men’s doors, men I don’t know, men I might even hate.
“O-kay.” He pronounced the word slowly. Why was I suddenly convinced this wasn’t such a good idea? Behind those foggy eyes, I couldn’t see anything, no emotion.
“It’s like no one’s really there” I uttered.
“What?” Fabian’s confused voice echoed through the hallway.
“Nothing, just... meet me tomorrow morning at 9. I need to buy some college books and, frankly speaking, I’m clueless of where I can do so. And you do seem like the type that reads, so...” There was an awkward pause here, during which we stared at each other. I was expecting him to flat out reject my plea, but instead he just looked puzzled, in a childlike way. Him? A child? Ha, I can’t imagine that.
“See you tomorrow, I guess.”
And the door closed.
FABIAN
Two days ago lightning struck in the form of an American girl named Laila. The lightning was followed by a storm of words that I couldn’t make out at first. All I could see was her pulse and all I could feel were my fangs itching to come out.
I struggled to maintain my calm. This fight against the thirst was given at an unknown level – my will against my need. But how could this be happening? I had fed hours before she decided to appear.
And then, I managed to hear her. Really hear her. “It’s like no one’s really there”
My humanity started pouring back into myself, filling me like a vessel. I had never experienced such a feeling in all my vampire years.
Suddenly, I was standing there again, looking in those glowing emerald eyes. And I couldn’t refuse what they were asking of me.
The next day, I found myself in the most unbelievable situation. Taking a human girl to buy books. Not just any human girl, but one dressed in the cutest blue dress I’d ever seen. Did I just say *cutest*? Hell, no. Scrap that.
the 16th of September, 2010
LAILA
Today was DOOMS DAY. I don’t care what you’ve heard of 2012 or the Apocalypse. Today was the day.
How did I ever think I could get along with him? He’s proud and a know-it-all. He has a say in anything, an opinion on every subject. I barely spoke at all!
Who the hell does he think he is?
FABIAN
Today I was once again reminded why I prefer to walk alone. She is insufferable! I haven’t exactly reached the level of “pissed off” in a number of years, but she managed to push me towards it in a manner of minutes. The only substantial things she reads are Vogue magazines! No wonder the dress was nice. Oh, to hell with the dress. She is exactly like all the other young humans – shallow and blissfully content with her condition.
As a vampire, I am really PISSED OFF at the moment. Was it just yesterday that I craved for her blood?
GABRIEL
Now that’s a rare sight. Fabian escorted by a human. It’s Laila, no doubt – looking deliciously edible in blue today.
But, what the...?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I can’t believe my sparkling eyes.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
She kicked him. She really truly SERIOUSLY kicked him where no man or vampire should ever be kicked. My dear Fabian, what did you say to ever deserve such a fate?
LAILA
I am not shallow. If anything, I cried when Michael Jackson died.
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