A boy named David had asked her if she would like to meat up at the park, after all these many years, she may be making a friend, though she very much doubted it. Everyone who had attempted to befriend her had always found her to weird to cope with. They had either told her face to face or took the cowards way out and ignored her afterwards. She was sick of it, but she tried none the less.
Throwing on her usual black coat, she grabbed her sketch book and said a shot farewell to her mother before slamming the door behind her. Walking down the drive, she noticed to her surprise that she was late. She eyed her watch suspiciously as it had shown her before that it was only early.
She groaned ?So much for making a new friend?Perhaps I can still catch him before he leaves? She mumbled, tucking her sketch book under her arm and walking briskly down the road towards the park, her heavy vans making a loud echo with every step she took.
The park came slowly into view and she could have sworn she saw small figures sitting on the bench. She sighed and took a deep breath ?Seam?s I caught them?wonder what their like and if they will accept me for who I am? No one from her past had accepted her for her quiet and abnormal behaviour and interests, what was to say they would be different.
Just as she closed in on the park, there was a sudden earth quake. She shook slightly before falling to the ground from the harsh shaking of the ground. There was darkness and then what seemed like light as she came to again. Groaning she stood up and whipped herself off, picking up her sketchbook and tucking it under her arm once again.
Looking around she found herself in an unfamiliar setting, darkness consumed the realm and she felt oddly welcomed by its embrace. She swallowed her fear instantly and took another eager look around, this time, she spotted an odd gulph lying on the ground and curiously she knelt down beside and was overcome by a voice in the back of her mind.
She gasped aloud and clutched her sketchbook tightly to her chest, lowering her head. The words spoke out clearly ?Make your wish? they were harsh and demanding but Aisha found herself tempted to answer the question. Using her mind waves she answered rather shakily ?I wish I had a friend, a friend that would accept me for me?
?Granted? the voice echoed once again, before everything blacked over once again and she was once again in my bed, back at home?back at home? When had that happened!? She sat up adorably and took a swift look around. It was pitch black and she wondered whether it had all been a dream. But it had felt so real, the pain she had felt when she had fell to the floor and the harsh voice that echoed at the back of her mind.
She brought two hands to her head and shook it lightly ?Am I going mad?? She whispered, only to be answered by a light chuckle from the darkest corner of the room ?Of course not?
Aisha gasped and turned wide green eyes to the corner in which the unexpected answer had come from. There standing in the corner, stood a boy, only about two years older than herself with dark black hair that glistened with the moonlight and scarlet eyes which stared warmly at her. He stood at around 6?7 and had an abnormally pale complexion, even paler that her own skin. He was draped in a long black coat and traditional Victorian clothing accompanied with black boots. Two sharp canines poked over his bottom lip and it was at that moment, Aisha noticed the Vampire was smiling at her.
She backed up against the headboard of her bed further and clutched the quilts tighter to her chest ?Your?you?re a-?
?Vampire?? He finished, chuckling. He slowly ran his hands up his body and patted his face ?Well what do you know, so I am?
Aisha regained some of her strength and threw the blankets off of herself and stood up swiftly, backing away to the door ?But, they don?t exist- what are you doing here, what do you want?? So many questions she had for the young male, but he did not answer straight away, instead he took a few weary steps closer ?I am Vladimir. I am 470 years old and come from the Victorian age, the age I was turned into a vampire.?
He stopped mere meters away from Aisha who had her sweaty palm was placed up again the handle of the door ready to run if she found need be ?What are you doing here? She demanded, glaring at the Vampire having built up some courage at long last ?What do you want?
?Only to be your friend? The Vampire answered curtly, whipping dust off of his cotton coat ?You remember the wish you made, right? Well I am that friend that you asked for, in truth I have been watching you for some time and I find you absolutely intriguing, your understanding of Vampirism, your interest in mythology and History, it is exactly what a girl should have? He grinned, showing pear white canines ?I understand you, Aisha?
Aisha, could not believe what the Vampire was saying ?You mean, my wish came true?I-I have a friend? She stuttered, letting go of the door handle and taking a few cautious steps forward, placing pale finger tips against even paler skin ?Your real? She smiled ?You are really real? She let out an exited laugh and threw her arms around the Vampire who returned the embrace ?I had always dreamed of making a friend, but never had I thought that I would actually meat a Vampire? She pulled away ?This is truly a blessing?
The Vampire gave a genuine smile ?But of course, I will need blood to survive, if you are willing to give me your blood, I can stay, and believe me, I would very much like to? he stated, staring down at the younger with adoration in his eyes.
Aisha nodded ?Of course?
