Differences Between Us

It's been a couple days now since I moved into this new room with Charlotte, and during that time, she's helped me try and communicate with her, teaching me what more objects are along with important phrases. We're not at a point where we can have a back and forth conversation yet, but I feel myself opening up more and more to her as the days pass. However-

"Pahh~" One thing I found quite odd was that Charlotte has been drinking blood out of pouches for some reason. At least that's what it looked like to me as she inhales deeply after downing the blood from one of the pouches she took out from the fridge. This is the second time she's done this, and I didn't say anything yesterday, but I can't help but be curious.

"It it normal to drink blood?" I voice out my question to her as she looks over to me.

"Well, for me yeah. It's to help contain myself."

"Contain yourself?"

"Like uhm~ For me not to go crazy."

"Crazy?" It's frustrating not to being able to understand everything that she's saying, but I want to learn.

"Something like- this!" Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, she dashes straight in front of me, her golden eyes now taking on a scarlet red color before slowly returning to normal. I don't necessarily flinch, but with how fast she approached me, I ended up stepping back a bit as she was right up in my face.

"Hehe. So this blood here is to help me not turn out like that." So she's meaning to say that without drinking blood, her eyes will change and she'll become more aggressive?

"...But why?" Again, I ask once more for some clarification, to which she simply smiles.

"I'm what people call a vampire." As if to show me more, I watch as she lifts up her hand before her nails begin to grow out longer than before, turning into a dagger-like shape.

"So vampires can are people who can change their eyes and have nails as weapons?"

"Pfft. Not 'just' that. I can also do many other things. But we'll save that for another time." Does that mean she plans to spend more time with me? What could she possibly gain from it?

We end up resuming my language lessons for the day once more. It's quite hard when it comes to phrases that I have no idea on, but now that I'm able to see, I watch as Charlotte acts out the phrases using her body as a means for me to understand better. This also helped to clarify words that I thought I knew the meaning of but didn't. Honestly, Charlotte has quickly become my world in the matter of these couple days. I still feel like I'll be brought back to the white room and get harvested again, but Charlotte keeps me distracted enough to not think about it too much.

"-Oh? Was that a smile?"

"Huh?"

"Mmmm~ It was so small. I might've been seeing things, hehe."

Was I smiling just now? I move my hand up to check my mouth, but my lips are still in their normal place. Was I really smiling just now? I honestly doubt it, I can't see myself looking like Charlotte. Even now she's putting on a bright smile as we continue the lesson.

"Hey, Charlotte?"

"Yeah?"

"What- do I eat?" It's been plaguing my mind ever since I watched her drink that blood earlier. For as long as I can remember, I've never eaten anything nor have I drank any sort of drink. Because of this, I couldn't help but be curious and ask that question.

"Uhmm..." But instead of finding an answer, I'm met with silence. "We actually, don't know." But after a long pause, she says something that I couldn't anticipate.

"You don't know?"

"Well, you see. We only knew that your father was a vampire, similar to me. But your mother wasn't registered for some reason, so we're not entirely sure."

"Registered?" Wait, so then does that mean I'm a vampire as well? Is that why Charlotte is this nice to me? Because we're the same? No... Even as I'm looking through this mask, we're clearly not the same. She can look at other people freely without causing harm, yet for some reason, I need this mask in order to see people without cutting off their heads.

"Ah, well it's a bit of a long explanation. There'll be a lot of words you don't understand."

"It's okay. I want to know more." More about who I am, and where I've come from. I've lived all my life in the unknown darkness, and I'm not about to go back with a chance like this. I know I'm being selfish asking this, but I just need to know. Why is it that I kill anyone I look at? Why was I put into the white room in the first place? Everything...