beside the
kitchen that must have been a bedroom.
My curiosity led me to follow the path into the kitchen.
Without deviation, the footprints moved to a recently new refrigerator. Opening
the door left me to experience a feeling too incredible for words as I beheld
white plastic bins containing clear plastic athletic looking water bottles with
easy open tops filled with a dark red substance that I knew from the aroma was
fresh blood.
The image shocked me at first. After the image sank in, I
thought about what I was and how I had to think of surviving in my new role.
Still it was all new to me and things were always a learning
experience. "I guess vampires don't need real food."
Each bin was labeled by blood type or species with dates of
donation and expiration. The bins filled three shelves.
There was a thirst and a need to take one out, but I
resisted.
Scanning through the top two shelves, I noticed that the
bottles with human blood displayed labels that denoted these did not have a
long shelf life if I wanted optimal taste and flavor. The types were O and A of
various degree.
The lowest shelf contained blood from deer, foxes and
rabbits. The slight smell permeating through the plastic was not unpleasant nor
was it as intoxicating as the containers of human blood.
Shutting the door, I stepped around the bar and to the door
I presumed contained my bedroom. The presumption was correct.
The tiny room housed a separate bathroom with a small tub
and shower combo, toilet, sink and a fragment of a mirror. Stepping into the
room, I thought about looking to see if I could see my new self, but wasn't
sure that was my best course of action.
Exiting, I admired the bedroom. There was a sliding glass
door covered with new modern vertical blinds to the left of the bed. The blinds
did not mesh well with an interior that had not been updated in over forty
years. The dark real wood paneling and the stark white were an odd mix
together.
Recently, the bedspread and linens had been replaced with a
modern twist on 1970s decor which didn't help make the lightly stained wooden
bed appear in better shape.
Finishing the room were a couple small tables and a matching
chest of drawers.
Daring to peek behind the accordion style doors guarding the
contents of the closet, I was pleasantly greeted with a selection of new shoes
and clothes reminiscent of the position I would be playing for the better part
of considerable future. Trendy t-shirts, jeans, khakis and polo shirts filled
the expanse with the occasional Oxford mixed in for good measure, all of which
were hung in order by color. Then to complete my wardrobe at the far right side
of the closet hung an assortment of ties, belts and accessories.
"At least they are trying hard," I laughingly
mumbled.
Moving to the chest of drawers, I found socks bound and
sorted by color and boxer briefs folded and pressed. Each pair was stacked neatly
with the labels facing in the same direction.
Satisfied with at least part of my new lot in the world, I
proceeded to the living room to find the packet Walter and Veronica had spoken
about earlier in the day.
The living room consisted of a moderately worn, though
useable, floral print couch with wooded accents, green leather chair, two dark
bronze lamps sporting multicolored glass shades, and two dark walnut tables all
coated with inches of dust.
"I know where the priorities were in the planning or my
arrival," I quipped as I wiped two inches of dust from the back of the
chair.
Taking a seat in the green chair, I grabbed a white plastic
wrapped binder labeled orientation from the table nearest the chair. Ripping
into the covering, I tore the binder from the protective sheath easily. Placing
the binder upon my lap, I thumbed through the pages without reading any
particular item. Scrolling back to the beginning of the information, I decided
to begin what I hoped was a definitive guide about how to be a vampire, the
abridged version.
The guide wasn't
kitchen that must have been a bedroom.
My curiosity led me to follow the path into the kitchen.
Without deviation, the footprints moved to a recently new refrigerator. Opening
the door left me to experience a feeling too incredible for words as I beheld
white plastic bins containing clear plastic athletic looking water bottles with
easy open tops filled with a dark red substance that I knew from the aroma was
fresh blood.
The image shocked me at first. After the image sank in, I
thought about what I was and how I had to think of surviving in my new role.
Still it was all new to me and things were always a learning
experience. "I guess vampires don't need real food."
Each bin was labeled by blood type or species with dates of
donation and expiration. The bins filled three shelves.
There was a thirst and a need to take one out, but I
resisted.
Scanning through the top two shelves, I noticed that the
bottles with human blood displayed labels that denoted these did not have a
long shelf life if I wanted optimal taste and flavor. The types were O and A of
various degree.
The lowest shelf contained blood from deer, foxes and
rabbits. The slight smell permeating through the plastic was not unpleasant nor
was it as intoxicating as the containers of human blood.
Shutting the door, I stepped around the bar and to the door
I presumed contained my bedroom. The presumption was correct.
The tiny room housed a separate bathroom with a small tub
and shower combo, toilet, sink and a fragment of a mirror. Stepping into the
room, I thought about looking to see if I could see my new self, but wasn't
sure that was my best course of action.
Exiting, I admired the bedroom. There was a sliding glass
door covered with new modern vertical blinds to the left of the bed. The blinds
did not mesh well with an interior that had not been updated in over forty
years. The dark real wood paneling and the stark white were an odd mix
together.
Recently, the bedspread and linens had been replaced with a
modern twist on 1970s decor which didn't help make the lightly stained wooden
bed appear in better shape.
Finishing the room were a couple small tables and a matching
chest of drawers.
Daring to peek behind the accordion style doors guarding the
contents of the closet, I was pleasantly greeted with a selection of new shoes
and clothes reminiscent of the position I would be playing for the better part
of considerable future. Trendy t-shirts, jeans, khakis and polo shirts filled
the expanse with the occasional Oxford mixed in for good measure, all of which
were hung in order by color. Then to complete my wardrobe at the far right side
of the closet hung an assortment of ties, belts and accessories.
"At least they are trying hard," I laughingly
mumbled.
Moving to the chest of drawers, I found socks bound and
sorted by color and boxer briefs folded and pressed. Each pair was stacked neatly
with the labels facing in the same direction.
Satisfied with at least part of my new lot in the world, I
proceeded to the living room to find the packet Walter and Veronica had spoken
about earlier in the day.
The living room consisted of a moderately worn, though
useable, floral print couch with wooded accents, green leather chair, two dark
bronze lamps sporting multicolored glass shades, and two dark walnut tables all
coated with inches of dust.
"I know where the priorities were in the planning or my
arrival," I quipped as I wiped two inches of dust from the back of the
chair.
Taking a seat in the green chair, I grabbed a white plastic
wrapped binder labeled orientation from the table nearest the chair. Ripping
into the covering, I tore the binder from the protective sheath easily. Placing
the binder upon my lap, I thumbed through the pages without reading any
particular item. Scrolling back to the beginning of the information, I decided
to begin what I hoped was a definitive guide about how to be a vampire, the
abridged version.
The guide wasn't
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