Chapter 9

This gave me some avenues for investigation. So I got out of bed and prepared myself for the first 'is Kala a vampire?' test.

I walked over to my closed curtains and opened them just a crack so that only the tiniest amount of light was allowed into my room. Through the curtains a small slither of sunlight beamed into my room. Standing in the shadows of the room I lifted my hand and gingerly waved my hand through the ray of light... and nothing happened. My simply hand waved through the light without any problems.

So I guess that meant I wasn't a vampire, although I still wasn't a hundred percent sure. The only real point of reference I had for vampires were the terrible trashy horror movies I used to watch as a teen. So maybe vampires could with stand sunlight, which would mean I could be a vampire... or maybe I was just having a mental break down.

I slumped down onto my bed wondering what the hel*l was wrong with me.

"I'm losing my mind," I said quietly to myself.

'Kala...'

"What the hel*l?" I said sitting up.

Suddenly there was a panicked banging on my bedroom dorm. Gina Harris voice yelled, "Moore! Are you in there!?"

I opened the door and saw Gina still in her Halloween outfit. She smelt terrible and I know that sounds terrible, but Gina smelt like cigarettes, vodka, vomit and sweat. My stomach heaved and I pulled a step back inside my bedroom.

Gina burst into tears, "You bitch! Did you think that was funny! I had the whole football squad out in that graveyard looking for you!" She yelled emotionally at me.

"What are you talking about Gina?" I replied.

"The guys who were guarding the cemetery gates, they heard you screaming right after the church bells tolled midnight. They thought you were being murdered or something!" Gina sobbed, "I thought someone had killed you!"

I was surprised to see Gina was genuinely upset- I did not think she was capable of any form of sincerity.

"Where the hel*l did you goMoore," she cried.

"I don't know?" I replied honestly.

I had no idea what really happened to me last night. The only memories I had of last night were those of being turned into a vampire, and how could I start to explain that to Gina. Oh by the way Gina it turns out the Prince of Darkness is a real thing and last night he turned up and forced me to marry him in some weird ceremony with a zombie bishop.

"I hate youMoore. Before I just felt sorry for you because you were the nerd that no one liked, but now I officially f**king hate you," Gina spat storming down the corridor.

I stood in the doorway and watched Gina leave my dorm, slamming the door angrily behind her. Going back into my bedroom I shut the door behind me. What had happened to me last night? Was I vampire?

I had passed the light test but what about garlic and crucifixes?

I rushed over to my desk where my jewellery box was sitting. I opened the box and pulled out a silver crucifix my Aunt had brought me for my eighteenth birthday. I stared at the cross waiting for some kind of awful sensation that would make me turn away, but instead I felt nothing.

Then I left my dorm room and went into the shared communal kitchen. I knew we had no bulbs of garlic in the kitchen, but what we always had plenty of was garlic bread. I pulled a stick of garlic bread out of the freezer and stuck it in the microwave. Once the bread was cooked I pulled it out of the microwave and took a bite.

It tasted delicious.

Groaning, I leaned against the kitchen counter.

So far all my investigations proved that I was in fact not a vampire. I suppose this meant that after all these years the mad Victorian sociologists had finally gotten to me. Their complicated theories and incoherent writings had sent me over to the edge. I had cracked and was now dreaming of sexy vampires.

I finished the rest of the garlic bread and decided that even if I was going mad, I still needed to go to my classes. Feeling thirsty I poured myself a glass of water and headed back to my dorm room. As I passed my neighbour's room her door opened. A scent that I had never smelt before hit me.

"Kala, thank god you are up," My friend Becca said clutching her hand, "I cut myself on my craft blade." She said.

My throat like it was on fire. I stared at her injured hand, watching the red liquid ooze through the white bandaged she had wrapped around it.

"The cut is not that deep but I need some gauze from the kitchen and I do not want to risk bleeding all over the carpet," Becca explained.

Numbly I replied, "Sure, I can get you some gauze."

"Thanks Kala, you are such a star!" She chirped.

I turned and hurried back to the kitchen and pulled the first aid box from the cupboard underneath the sink. I was trying to focus on Becca and her injury but the dryness in my throat seemed to be worsening, and now my jaw was starting to ache. I moved back up the corridor and handed Becca the first aid box.

"Thanks Kala," She said flashing a smile, "By the way I love your teeth, they look so realistic."

"What," I murmured finding it difficult to swallow.

"The fangs- they are awesome," Becca said before closing the door.

I shook my head, "No, no, no..."