My Vampire
Among the girls in our dorm, I’m only the unique one. These girls really love going anywhere. Going in disco club, go shopping, they’re very girly, sossy, flirt. Inside our dorm, they’re all talking about their daily life, about their crushes, and anything they’d love to share. "BORING" (Just for me, myself and I =^_^=) I just lie in my bed. Reading books and watch movies I really love. I’m happy doing those things although for others it’s boring.
Every night before I go to sleep, I always wish to see a vampire in person. Wish to have a touch in its cold, pale skin and to have a ride on its back. I’ve read in one of my book I’m collecting that vampires have an incredible speed that’s why I wanted to ride in a back of this creepy creature. This thing makes me very different among us ‘cause they don’t believe that vampires really exist.
One night, I was lying in my bed, reading books when someone knocks on the door. I opened it. A tall handsome man appeared in my front. He’s wearing white polo. It's buttons were open that you can see that black shirt inside of it. He has white pale skin. His lips are red as roses. "Hello Ms. Luna!" he said smiling, staring at me. My left eyebrow raised, wondering who this man is. "Do I know you?" I asked him? "No! But maybe you know a lot of things about us" he said without changing expression on his face. "Us?" I asked wondering. "Can I come in?" he said. "Sorry but no visitors are allowed to enter in our room.
If you want to have a talk with me, you can come here tomorrow and-" before I could tell the next thing I would say, he disappeared in my front. "Hm? Where is he? Where did he go?" I murmured, turning head left and right looking for that guy. Suddenly, I heard a voice inside of my room. "Are you looking for me?" said the voice. I turn my head towards it. It’s the guy! He’s lying in my bed. "What the-how did you-" I can’t even say a thing. How did he come inside my room that I didn’t even notice? I leave the door wide open. "Now tell me who really you are?" I ask with my forearms crossed below my chest. "Mm… have you heard the name "Marcus"?" he asked me. I was wondering, why would he ask me that kind of question? Of course! I’m sure everyone heard that name but what does he mean? "Can you just tell me who really you are?" I said. "You have to answer my question first before I answer yours" he replied instead of answering my question.
"Are you bullying me? I said in an angry tone. I am now irritated with this man. The next thing I did… I step near him and grab his arm. I’m about to pull him and get him out of my room but suddenly, I feel like I was lying in my bed. The guy I was holding his arm a while ago, was now holding my hands now. I was shocked! How did he do it that fast?
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