brain, unable to process what I just saw, begins to calculate the odds of getting my cell phone and dialing 9-1-1. I have no idea what I would say. Help , there’s a crazy person with a knife ? Or even if I would be quick enough to place the call before she attacks me.
“Still don’t believe me?” Dr. Thorne asks, smiling grimly. She glances down at my purse, where my cell phone waits, then back up at me. “How about this then…..you’re afraid if you do believe me then that would mean your mother chose to leave you.”
“What are you now, my psychiatrist?” I snap. “Dad, come on, you can’t be serious,” I say, glancing at him.
He looks back and forth between the two of us, a weary look on his face, before climbing to his feet. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee.
You two can sort this out.”
Was he really going to just leave me in here with some lunatic holding a knife?! Sensing my unease, Dr. Thorne places the knife carefully in the center of the small coffee table. Maybe it would just be easier to play along? Just long enough until I am able to get her out of the house so I can reason with my dad….. “I know what you’re thinking, Adelin….” Dr. Thorne trails off.
“Fine,” I exhale, throwing my hands up in a gesture of defeat. “You can read minds. You’re Immortal. What else can you do?”
“What about this?” In the blink of an eye she disappears from the couch and is standing, elegantly poised, at the opposite end of the room. Unable to suppress it, a gasp escapes my open lips.
“What the fuck! How did you— What are you?” My eyes narrow as I try to make sense of what I just witnessed. Did she really just do what I think she did? Maybe it was the light playing tricks on me or she moved when I blinked….
“I told you Adelin, I’m an Immortal.”
“So, what, you’re a vampire?” I question uncertainly as I glance uneasily towards the kitchen where Dad is hiding. Does she really think she’s Immortal? Really?! I can’t believe my dad would leave me alone with a complete psycho. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve been smoking but there’s no such thing as immortality- everything dies.”
“What do I have to do to make you believe me?”
“Um….can you fly?” I ask picking the first thing that comes to mind.
“No.” She answers simply.
“Do crucifixes hurt you?”
“No.”
Damn, there goes that plan. I was really looking forward to hurting her, at least a little bit. “What about garlic or holy water or sunlight?”
“No, no, and no.”
“Then what can you do?” I ask frustrated. I’m sick and tired of playing this game with her.
“Well, I already showed you that I heal and I can read minds, at least the gist of what you’re thinking. There’s not really any discernible difference between us and mortals- we’re pretty much the same, we just have some heightened senses and a few extra attributes. I know this doesn’t make any sense and you think I’m just some crazy person but I need you to at least try to believe me. Please.” At least she was starting to make a bit of sense now and not acting so off her rocker. I decide to appease her. “So….you’re serious?
You’re a vampire?” I ask, attempting to sound believable.
“Yes,” she replies with a smile.
“Do you drink blood?” My nose wrinkles up in disgust at the thought.
“Yes…and no. Relax,” she says with a laugh. “I’m not going to attack you- or drink your blood. Yours, or your dad’s.” Was he one of them? “No, your dad is mortal,” she replies reading my thoughts as she slowly, cautiously, walks back across the room to sit in the chair Dad had occupied. “Look Adelin, I know this is a lot to process, especially this late at night, but you need to believe me.”
“My mom,” I start uncertainly, “she’s like you….a vampire?”
“We prefer ‘Immortal’ but yes, for the most part, your mother is one of us. Although, she was made into what she is
“Still don’t believe me?” Dr. Thorne asks, smiling grimly. She glances down at my purse, where my cell phone waits, then back up at me. “How about this then…..you’re afraid if you do believe me then that would mean your mother chose to leave you.”
“What are you now, my psychiatrist?” I snap. “Dad, come on, you can’t be serious,” I say, glancing at him.
He looks back and forth between the two of us, a weary look on his face, before climbing to his feet. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee.
You two can sort this out.”
Was he really going to just leave me in here with some lunatic holding a knife?! Sensing my unease, Dr. Thorne places the knife carefully in the center of the small coffee table. Maybe it would just be easier to play along? Just long enough until I am able to get her out of the house so I can reason with my dad….. “I know what you’re thinking, Adelin….” Dr. Thorne trails off.
“Fine,” I exhale, throwing my hands up in a gesture of defeat. “You can read minds. You’re Immortal. What else can you do?”
“What about this?” In the blink of an eye she disappears from the couch and is standing, elegantly poised, at the opposite end of the room. Unable to suppress it, a gasp escapes my open lips.
“What the fuck! How did you— What are you?” My eyes narrow as I try to make sense of what I just witnessed. Did she really just do what I think she did? Maybe it was the light playing tricks on me or she moved when I blinked….
“I told you Adelin, I’m an Immortal.”
“So, what, you’re a vampire?” I question uncertainly as I glance uneasily towards the kitchen where Dad is hiding. Does she really think she’s Immortal? Really?! I can’t believe my dad would leave me alone with a complete psycho. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve been smoking but there’s no such thing as immortality- everything dies.”
“What do I have to do to make you believe me?”
“Um….can you fly?” I ask picking the first thing that comes to mind.
“No.” She answers simply.
“Do crucifixes hurt you?”
“No.”
Damn, there goes that plan. I was really looking forward to hurting her, at least a little bit. “What about garlic or holy water or sunlight?”
“No, no, and no.”
“Then what can you do?” I ask frustrated. I’m sick and tired of playing this game with her.
“Well, I already showed you that I heal and I can read minds, at least the gist of what you’re thinking. There’s not really any discernible difference between us and mortals- we’re pretty much the same, we just have some heightened senses and a few extra attributes. I know this doesn’t make any sense and you think I’m just some crazy person but I need you to at least try to believe me. Please.” At least she was starting to make a bit of sense now and not acting so off her rocker. I decide to appease her. “So….you’re serious?
You’re a vampire?” I ask, attempting to sound believable.
“Yes,” she replies with a smile.
“Do you drink blood?” My nose wrinkles up in disgust at the thought.
“Yes…and no. Relax,” she says with a laugh. “I’m not going to attack you- or drink your blood. Yours, or your dad’s.” Was he one of them? “No, your dad is mortal,” she replies reading my thoughts as she slowly, cautiously, walks back across the room to sit in the chair Dad had occupied. “Look Adelin, I know this is a lot to process, especially this late at night, but you need to believe me.”
“My mom,” I start uncertainly, “she’s like you….a vampire?”
“We prefer ‘Immortal’ but yes, for the most part, your mother is one of us. Although, she was made into what she is
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