17. Why Should I Be Afraid Of Dying?

That same night I couldn't sleep because I determined not to sleep, with eagerness, I held unto the alarm watch firmly, glaring at it every second with my legs pacing up and down in the room, my hair seemed rough since I had laid down on the bed in different directions to distract me from sleeping off.

The food I ate earlier seemed to contain some sleepy drugs, which is why I stood up pacing up and down, if I should sleep I know I won't hear the alarm ring with my swollen eyes.

"Wow! It finally clocks 1, by now all beings should be asleep except the monsters!" I remarked, what did I just say monsters?

I rushed to his room with the mindset to find out if he is a vampire. Back in my world, I've spent sometime secretly reading about those creatures ever since I knew that I harbor a monster's stance.

None has ever written that they are handsome, cute, drinks wine-blood, possess wings, or even turned into humans.

Their description was to be one with a pale face, long teeth, fangs, big mouth to suck blood, growling, and craving for blood.

I just needed to confirm who he might be, as I stood at his entrance I felt so nervous that I wonder if I ever get the boldness to confront him. What if he is truly a vampire, what will I do?

I shut my eyes imagining how he will suck my blood. Omg! Avia does it!! Then, I pressed a small circular button at the wall, immediately, the door slide opened without making a sound.

I entered pressing-in my neck because I expected the room to be dark, but no, the light was on. I sight him laying on his back on the bed, his legs were wide open with his hands in different directions

'Haha' what the worst sleep habit ever? I tiptoed to the bed and waved my hand across his face, seeing if he has slept off, I stepped back and glanced around, his room was beautifully decorated and a paint-frame of a partial woman face from her eyes closed to her chest region was drawn and painted while her lips revealing opened which produced some midst flames in her mouth. The paint was hanged at the top of the couch opposite the bed,

No other painting hanged except for some vessels growing flowers which were placed on the balcony.

I exhaled as I think deeply about the paint, it's so emotional, the face harbor some feelings, it's like it's craving to be set free or wanting to let go.

I sat on the couch after a long stare at the painting, I'm not good at interpreting paints anyway but I do know it harbors some emotions.

Huh! I glanced at him again, 'Who sleeps without switching off the light?' I sneered

Sleeping bitch!! He is a rich-kid, I wonder who his parents will be! Avia, do you still think he is human?

Omg! I startled hearing him snore... I laughed out, what a bad sleeping habit? then my senses hit me, I've read that vampires don't sleep... I glared at him demystified;

With affirmative nods, this is enough reason to prove that you're not a vampire. Definitely, you helped me out or made me escape where that creature hid me. That must be it!

"First mission accomplished!!!" I sighed.

Now! I need to find out why he stays in isolation, The mansion was built lonely in-between woods... I was very afraid when touring around, I wonder if he did leave alone, probably his parents had gone on a trip... but I must find out about him.

"I will figure out everything about you one after the other!" I pointed at his face.

My eyes glanced at the wall distanced away from his bedside, along with whitish structure, which was vertically sealed to the wall, I walked towards it trying to find out what it was.

I can't just deal with my observing attitude Wow! rich-kid, this cost a lot!; It was a flat refrigerator somehow sealed into the wall.

I searched for a way to open it but I couldn't. Suddenly, the light switched off, my body flinched on the spot as I could see through.

I'm so scared that I screamed on top of my voice as I felt something tapped me on the shoulder, pinning me to the freezer.

I shut my eyes shaking my head vigorously or maybe was begging for freedom. Then, my mouth was covered and the light on, I opened my eyes partially to see who it was, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

It was Merid, how can I forget he was in the room? Did I speak so loud to have woken him up?

He removed his hand as he saw my eyes blinking, I exhaled gasping for air.

"You startled me!" I managed to speak

  "What are you doing in my room?" He asked with a high pitch in his voice.

I stood still without a response, he then sat back on the bed with an intense stare at me, I feel so embarrassed by his question because I never expected him to wake up easily, or else I would have found my way out... but his snoring made me thought he was deeply asleep.

I glanced around avoiding eye contact with him, "What are you doing in my room?" He repeated.

  "Uhn! Uhn!!" I cleared my throat pulling back my rough hair behind her ear as I glanced at him.

  "I thought you're asleep!" My voice fades

  "So?!" he asked with a cold voice but I don't care, I was the one who trespassed... if this is the punishment, fine! it fair enough.

  "Sooooo, I came to confirm!" I replied.

   "Confirm what?!" he looked at me with disgusting eyes raising his eyebrows.

   "That you're asleep!" I whispered, I wasn't sure of what to say next, please don't ask more questions, please... I kept pleading in my heart.

He rests back on his hands, staring at me like I'm insane.

  "You must be insane" he murmured

My face darkened, "Did you just say something?" I asked knowingly then walked to the entrance but like a flash of light, he grabbed my waist.

My body quivered and I flinched with an astonished face, When did he stand up, how did he walk to me just now?

  "Should I transform? So that you can truly believe I'm not human like you!" His words echoed in my ears. This word transforms, I imagine him sucking me as he was too close to me, I could feel his warmth, the monstrous face I've read about played in my head.

I suddenly feel some hot tears running down my cheeks, "This is enough to believe you," My voice trembled to cover up my face.

He released his grip, 'Why am I so affected by your tears?!' I heard him whispered, then walking out of the room.

I couldn't help but sit on the floor cupping myself up.

Why should I be afraid of dying?