My Vampire

Yet another boring day. I got down the train and started walking in the platform. I took out my ear phones from my purse and plugged in to adele. I sang 'baby, I have no story to be told' along with her. That's my favorite line. And the truth. I have never had a story to tell people. No crushes. No proposals. No prospects either. Just friendship. I love my friends, no doubt about that. I cannot imagine a life without them. But still love makes a difference, doesnt it? Sigh, okay, you have started grumbling again, stop it Sara. I chided myself. I have gotten bored of complaining too. Is there anything that I am not bored of? Well, I guess no.

I got into the road and walked to the cycle stand. Driving my sister's Maestro was real fun. I still have a bit of trouble with the brakes, but I wasn't bad. Wish I was with her now. Time would fly by when I am with my nephews. I really miss them. I unhooked the key chain and took out my eco-friendly vehicle. Ahem. I mean the cycle. It was a very old one. My sister used it throughout her school life and I did the same, not to  mention the fact that she is six years elder to me. Never mind. Its my best friend. When I am upset, I just love cycling. My cycle has seen more tears than my friends, lol. My brand new Nokia Lumia 520 started singing lucy and aqualung's cold. One if my favorites. Lucy's voice penetrating inside you and riding mindlessly is the greatest joy in this world, at the moment. So, I am about to experience it. I started down the station road. One more lane and I would hit the main road. I love these lanes, because they are always dark with no street lights and filled with houses on both sides. No shops. I was alternating between riding with my eyes closed for a moment and opening them again to check out the road. I dont know what and how it happened, but my cycle jerked to a stop suddenly. I had jumped down out of shock, my cycle balanced between my legs with my feet on the ground. I opened my eyes wide expecting to see a car or bike that I had hit, but my mind was reminding me that I had checked out the road for vehicles and my eyes had responded negative before I had closed my eyes. So what had I hit? Nothing. I saw nothing in front of me. A beam of light hit my eyes and I heard a horn, a bike's. Since I was standing in the middle of the road with my cycle, I moved my cycle to a corner and waited for the bike to pass. The guy on the avenger glared at me while passing. Maybe for making him brake. I looked around to find the cause of my braking. I found nothing and no one. Not even big stones on the road. Okay, now I was getting a little paranoid. Its getting late and mom would be worried. And better to get outta this road. I started cycling again with LP's crawling in my ears. I crossed the station road and was about to come outta the other lane and join the main road when my cycle jerked to a stop again. This time the hit was stronger that I fell out of the cycle onto the road. The thing that had hit me was still standing in the middle of the road holding my cycle's handle bar with one hand. It was not a thing. It was him. The image seemed like that his hand was the thing that I had hit and had caused the fall. Ordinarily, the hit should have pushed him down to the floor too. Right? That would be the normal reaction. Why is my mind recognising all the abnormal things when it is supposed to send me warning signals to run away? I was still on the floor and staring at him. I heard a laughter. It was him. He is laughing? Now, anger replaced my anxiety and I got up from the road, dusting my palms which had taken my body's weight. I am sure I would find bruises there if I looked. But my eyes were now glaring at him. I walked up to him and I wanted to yell at him, 'what the hell?', but when I neared him and the distant lights of the main road fell on his face, I froze. My mind was working properly at least now. All warning bells were ringing loudly. He was glaring at me. Okay, I was glaring at him too, until I saw his face, so what makes his glare special? He was looking scary? No, the look on his face was much more. I have always lived in a city. I have never seen forests in my life. Nor any wild animals. But still, for sure I have seen millions of movies, so I recognized what I saw. The predator look. Okay, time to run, darling. I walked fast avoiding his face and went near my cycle. I caught the handle bar and tried to get my cycle moving backwards to get away from him.

'Scary little rat!'. And he was laughing his head off.

Did he just call me a rat? What is happening? Whatever. Though his predator look has gone and he looked normal, I wasnt ready to face that look again.

'Excuse me! I need to go..' I said and I tried to place my hand on his holding my handle bar and I jerked. Cold. Damn cold.

I looked up at him, now with interest.

'You are a vampire.' I said. Okay, where from did I pick such a thought and gave voice to it, for god's sake, I don't know. People are going to go crazy when I tell them that I spoke this sentence to a complete stranger. But, the fact is I did.

I was still having my eyes glued on his face. There was a very faint sneer.

'You are not bad at all. You seem to be living up to your reputation.'

Now, I was speechless. What on earth is he speaking? Reputation? MY Reputation? I was thinking I was the crazy one here for saying such a thing to him, but now I was sure he was one too. Get your cycle and move on. My brain's instructions to me. But even moving my eyes from his was impossible. Vampires look into your eyes and put you under compulsion spell. The fact that I had read over and over in every vampire novel. Did I think all that was real when I read them? Did I know that they might happen in reality to me when I read them?

No, no. A big no.

'So, shall we move?'. He asked me and took his hand away from the handle bar he was holding till now. Both my hands were holding the handle bar, but they were just numb, out of surprise, anxiety and what not. It was his hand that was holding the weight of the cycle. So when he took his hand away, I wasn't expecting him to do that, so my cycle fell. I hastened to pick it up from the ground. My feet hit a stone on the road and I fell too. My cheeks burnt of embarrassment, but I picked myself from the floor without looking at his face and picked up the cycle. A sane person would have pedalled and sped away, but as I know very well, I wasn't sane. So I stood there still as statue looking at him.

He sighed.

I didn't ask him why. I knew. Clumpsy me! He was tired of waiting for me. But why should he wait for me in the first place?

'Come on, lets go..'. He barked with impatience.

I shivered. This was all getting too much.

'Excuse me Mister. But who the hell are you? Why did you block my path? And where are you asking me to come?'

Okay. That was really very brave Sara. It might have had effect if he had been a mortal human or if they were delivered with right modulation expressing anger. But neither case were happening. I just whispered the above words, almost swallowing the 'the hell' part.

Still, it was very brave. I was sure he can hear me.

He did.

'Off to our world'.

He said that as if that was an obvious answer.

'What?'

'Now, lets not waste time. I need to be with you there in another two hours. The flight would take an hour. So we would be on time. Hurry now.'

'Where?'

Asking mono syllable questions seemed easier.

'I told you, human. Do not make me say again. To our world. Is that clear?' He growled.

So this is how Edward would look when he growls, I wondered. Oh my god! I wanted to see his face and the lights available in the place we were standing were almost nil. So I put a foot in front of another with difficulty and moved outta the lane and joined the main road.

I could sense him behind me. Only sense, not hear. I turned once to make sure he was following. He was. I stopped beneath the first light on the main road and turned to look at his face. That was a mistake. I don't think I would be up for any sane speech for a while. He was gorgeous. Beautiful. Handsome. Cute. He was awesome. I didnt have words to explain how he looked.

And he looked at me too. Straight. Face to face. His mouth turned down in a sarcastic sneer and his eyes showed complete disinterest. I know that all these expressions are due to the fact that I was a mere mortal. But my sensitive heart took it as a wound to my ego. That sneer brought me to my senses. Time to be sane. I looked him straight in the eye and asked him, 'Who the hell are you? And what do you want from me?'. I almost barked.