Chapter 8

"You look just like your father," he wheezed. At this point, I thought something was wrong with him. How did he know my daddy, when it looked like he was in his early twenties?

I looked up at him and laughed, "How do you know my father when you look so fucking young?" I giggled. He smiled. "Do I look young to you?" he gurgled. and continued, "But we have lived for thousands of years."

I still didn’t take him seriously when he stood up from the chair in front of me, walked towards one of the pictures hung on the wall beside the huge frame.

The picture was old but still visible enough to see who the person was. The faces of the people in the picture looked alike. He was wearing an old-fashioned suit. He had a glass of wine, or should I just say blood. Then I knew he was a vampire, so he must have lived for thousands of years.

Do vampires help werewolves? I asked myself. He was still starring at the picture. "Why did you help me if you are a vampire?" I asked. He turned back smiling. "I’m different from other vampires," he answered. "What makes you different when you kill people to survive?" I chanted.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he stopped smiling and turned away, then walked towards the door. "How long have I been here?" I murmured. While I finally got on my feet, he stopped walking"Just a night, but I think you can go home now that you are a bit better" He cooed.

I closed the door slowly and took off my hand from the door handle. I walked to my room without thinking that my mum and sister would have been worried about where I was. I decided that I should at least tell them I was back, to make them stop worrying.

I was walking past the sitting room when my mum yelled my name. After I was caught sneaking into the house, I stood on the spot and turned slowly. I knew I was in big trouble. I didn't know what to say. All I could do was to put my face down. I couldn’t look into her angry face.

"Aren’t you hearing me?" She yelled again, as a fast footstep approached from the stairs, "Oh my God, where the hell have you been Adam?" Lora shouted.

 My sister was close to the landline, so she had to pick it up. She placed the headset on herself and said, "Hello, please who’s on the line?" She cooed. The person didn’t reply till the phone hung up.

 She returned the headset back to its place, asking, "Who was that?" My mum asked, "I think it was a prank because nobody replied," she replied. A few seconds later, before she could continue yelling at me, her phone rang. We all got a glance at each other.

She walked towards her phone on the center table  and picked it up.