Is my neighbor a vampire?

ng on? who'

pleasure... His

you should

in. Her fingers are softer and more delicate, now I like his touching because his caresses are full of love and desire, there is no malice as in the b

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situation. I saw him sucking the blood of that bird, now I understand his obsession with them, of course, they are his food. It's like my obsession with banana cake or my mother's love of cappuccino. God, this is a

he hurt me then? We have about nine months of sharing alone in his room. No, there must be a logical explanation for al

s I find about vampires, where many people claim they exist. There are even list

d the night looking for proof than having those horrible nightmares; I don't only dream about Gerald ful

ty and lost, I don't know, the feeling is strange because

visit him in his room anymore. I try to concentrate on school since my grades have drop

ff according to the characte

inking a red liquid I guess it is, and

Well, he wouldn't accept

very whit

night and is afr

is bed unless he has a special room that I d

c sensu

neck and desir

in mirrors (

er been in front of one together... Do my hands shake as I ch

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s of meditation and self-convincing, I decide to investigate the matter on my own, it's risky, but I must get out of doubt and uncertainty

e door opens, I must relax or my

e seems to have been affected by my estrangement. “Come in, my dear. I've mis

t I think I told you that when I'm nervous

his yellow eyes inspecting me with disbelief and surprise. On the one hand, I sense

flooded us and looks at Gerald with complicity and menace? My hairs st

as gone as planned. Gerald throws himself on top of me and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight and needy.

and Gerald and I are sile

o glasses of the liquid I have missed so much. I had even bought one for myself,

e and slams it against the wall. Both his mother and I are terrified by his sudden behavior. Gerald snatches the tray out

ith regret and guilt. His mother cries inconsolably so his father enters the room. My

ation, "Edward, please let him go!

ts go. I run to him on instinct and examine his

ut of the room, we rush down the st

es and calls as you have done so far, I know I will try to find you when I miss you so much I can'

ruth, you are…” I can't help

eyes sparkle as if he wants t

unch him. “Ester, my situation is worse than that, I'll tell you everythi

his skin is warm..., wait, vampires are s

in your backyard," I say softly as if looki

ow I love pigeons, I saw her attacked by a cat from my window. I went out to help her, but

what kid in his right mind p

ere drinking blood, plus you made a di

she died, drinking that juice relaxes me because it makes me feel close to her. My grandmother gave me love and accepted m

I had summoned them, Mr. and Mr

whispering and screaming, so I run scared and head for home. I go into my room and cry like a chil

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osed. At least I listen to his music at night and only then can I sleep. His melody is sad as if asking for help. There are nights when I feel that he sp

niversity. In two months I will be of age and I want to work while I study to get work experience, you never know when you might need those extras

parents worry about me, but I can't help but feel depressed. After

d listen to my parents talking about my future. I look for food and go back to

I finish washing the dishes I get a phone call. I desp