I awoke to the sound of tapping on my window.
"Finn, are you awake? I've probably woken you up, but I really need to talk to you, please, open the window. Don't ask questions, just let me in please."
At first, the voice confused me. I had no idea who or what it was, but after a good moment of fuzziness, I snapped into full consciousness and realised I knew the voice.
"Finn?" the voice called again. It had to be one person, Elena Tanner, a girl I knew from a few years before. She used to go to my school, but she'd moved to another one a few years before.
So what in the name of god was she doing at my window?
"Get the hell away," I replied, rolling back over and going to sleep.
Elena must be crazy, because why else would a girl I've barley spoken a word to in years bother to try and get into my room at- I glanced at the clock-three a.m.
"Let me in, Finn. Please, I need to get in."
"I can't let you do that."
"If you're worried about anything, don't be. I'm still sane."
"Go away," I repeated. Maybe she was so crazy that reason wouldn't work with her. I didn't get why she's bother with this. I hardly even know her, hell I didn't even know her back then, so why was she bothering now?
"I can't do that Finn. Let me in now or I'll let myself in."
She had to be crazy.
"What?" I repeated and got out of bed.
"Let me in or I'll let myself in," she repeated. Her voice sounded different than it did before, something harsher about it.
"Be quite. I'd rather not let anyone else wake up."
I walked up to the window and faced her. The first thing I noticed was the paleness of her skin; it was as pale as a sheet instead of the tan I was used to.
Then there was something off about her eyes. They were bluer than blue.
"Just let me in Finn, please. You have no idea what's going on. Just let me in or else."
"Go home, Elle," I replied, using the nickname I had for her years before. There was a flash of something in her eyes, almost like pain.
"I can't. You don't understand this Finn. Just let me in."
"No. I won't. You're just crazy."
"I'm not crazy," she replied, an icy tone to her voice.
"Then it won't be hard to understand when I say go away. I mean it, just go or I'll call the cops."
She just frowned at my threat. "Let. Me. In." she said, a dark tone to her voice.
"I'm not." I said, but somehow my body was contradicting that. I found myself walking over to the window, opening it for her.
"You can come in," I said. The words didn't feel like my own.
"About time," she replied, climbing into my room.
I got a good look at her. She looked far more surreal here than when she was behind my window.
Her face looked thinner, skin paler and eyes more unnaturally blue.
Then I took a good look at her mouth, I'd noticed something off about it before, but with her standing in my room like this, I saw two tiny dimples on her bottom lip.
They looked odd, those dimples. It was like someone had pressed pins down on her lip.
"So…" I said, trailing off. I had no idea what to do now, or what she'd do. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm hungry. You're the closest person."
Then I realised I'd really made a mistake.
She really was crazy.
I wanted scream at myself for being so stupid. I'd let her in and hadn't done a goddamn thing to stop her.
Elena was going to kill me.
"No, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just a vampire. I only want your blood."
"You want my blood?" I asked her, wishing I had a penknife or even a paperclip to defend myself with. Too bad the most dangerous thing I had nearby was my dresser, but I couldn't lift that easily.
"Yeah…that comes with the vampire thing, y'know."
"I know that, but seriously, a vampire? Why not go for something more original, like a zombie?"
"I wish I was kidding. Vampire just doesn't pack the punch it used to. I get laughed at now," she complained.
I was about to crack another joke about it when I realised she was serious.
"You need help. You're not a vampire, just a crazy kid who's gotten a little too into the vampire craze."
She glared at me. "Do I need to prove it to you?"
"Well yes, you do. I don't believe you're a vampire. Not the slightest bit."
"Okay then, what can I do? Drink you're blood? Snap the desk in two? Kill you?"
I hoped she was joking about that. I'd realised I'd been a little more reliant on the whole 'vampire vegetarian' ideal thing that I wanted.
"I don't think that's necessary…" I trailed off. This probably wasn't the best way to deal with a psycho like Elena.
"I'm not crazy, Finn. Get that thought your head," she said, annoyed.
"You're not doing anything to convince me otherwise."
"I can prove it to you."
"I don't see how that'll work."
"Well allow me to show you," she said. Then Elena bent down in a crouch like some kind of animal and sprang lightly onto the wall.
I just started.
How was that possible?
Elena just smiled at me and moved up the wall like some kind of lizard.
"What the hell?" I finally said.
"I told you I wasn't crazy, now you see, do you believe I'm a vampire?"
I just stood there and blinked at her.
"How…?" I began, wondering if she'd get the question.
"I'm not the Elena you knew, to be honest. My name, for all purposes, is hers. My old one doesn't matter; I've been through too many to even bother. Bur right now, I'm Elena Tanner."
"You're kidding me. You have to be Elena, there's no way you can't be."
"I'm not Finn, I'm really not."
"That makes no sense, you look like her."
"Hair dye and a little mind bending make it work."
"Mind bending? This is not a bad sci-fi movie Elena."
Elena waved her hand, and dropped off the wall. "The name doesn't matter, what it means is that I can make people think and see things."
"Drop the power for a minute; prove to me you're not her."
"If you insist," she said, and her whole body flickered a little, exposing a different face. It did look a lot like the old Elena's, but different too. This girl's face was a little less round, more oval in shape. Her eyes were still the same intense blue, though. Her skin was paler than what I'd seen before.
"Okay, I get you," I said, trying not to worry.
"Good," she said, and flickered back to Elena's face.
"Now, how old are you?"
"That's not polite," she said. "But I'm around four hundred years old."
"Four Hundred years old?"
"Yeah, don't rub it in, I know I'm old."
"You're older than my grandma's grandma."
"Now you get it," she said, walking back over to me.
"Yeah, I get it," I said, nodding. I didn't really, but I figured nodding along was better than asking too many questions. "But why are you even here?"
"I already told you, I need to drink."
"But why chose me?"
"I guess I just wanted to see if Elena was really right about you."
"She's talked about me?"
"Not exactly, you see the reason I'm passing as her is because she's dead."
"Yes Finn, she died, suicided actually. She was depressed, angry and hurt too deep. So she jumped, took her own life in the creek."
"But where's the body?"
She smiled grimly. "You don't need to know that one."
"But how could she be depressed? She was so happy."
"People fake things, Finn. You should know that."
"But she was happy, not sad. Depressed people are always so sad."
"Elena was sad, the pain and depression pushed her over the edge, literally."
"But how do you know she died?"
"I followed her."
"I wanted to kill her myself, I was hungry."
"But why take her place? Why bother to do any of that?"
"I had to, I couldn't leave her alone. She reminded me too much of myself, I thought I guess I should be her, give myself something to do for the next 50 years."
"You're crazy," I replied. "Taking over a life that was clearly over, you have no morals."
She gave me a cold stare. "I told you, I'm not crazy. Now can I have a little feed?"
I looked at her blankly.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. It's just like taking blood at a blood bank; you'll only feel a little dizzy afterwards. There's no pain either."
"I won't be one of you?"
"Hell no, I'm afraid one little bite isn't enough."
I relaxed a little.
"Good, now don't worry, I'm only going to be a moment," she said before walking over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder.
Part of me wondered why in hell I was doing this, but there was another part that screamed at the other to forget about it. That what Elena was doing was okay and that I shouldn't worry.
I closed my eyes, willing for her to bite me already. I felt no pain, aside from the tiniest moment when her fangs broke my skin.
My eyes felt heavy after a moment and I was hit with a sudden wave of tiredness. I drifted in and out of consciousness for a minute, unable to decide what was real.
Eventually, that stopped and I felt a little more in focus.
"Are you okay Finn?" Elena asked. I realised her arms had somehow found their way around me while she was drinking. I was about to comment, but she cut me off.
"Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes."
I nodded and suddenly felt a wave of dizziness so full-on I had to sit down on my bed.
I closed my eyes, waiting for it to pass. When I opened them, I saw Elena standing there, holding a packet of rice crackers.
"You need food. Eat them, you'll feel better after a snack."
I took the crackers and ate them as quietly as I could. After a long moment, I noticed Elena was staring at me.
"I can just see why she liked you."
"Elena, she liked you, like liked."
"What?" I realised I'd said that a lot tonight.
"She really liked you, Elena did. She had for years. Didn't you know?"
"Um," I replied. I never had considered that as a possibility. I'd know Elena for a while, we'd been pretty good friends until she moved away. I'd never thought there was anything more than friendship between us.
"I can't believe you were so dense. Her journals always talked about you, all the amazing things you were. I had to see of you really were just as good as she said."
I didn't really know what to say. Honestly, it was a little weird to find all this out in one night. I was also a little woozy from the blood loss, which didn't help me regain focus.
"So…" I began, trying to get her to talk about something else.
"I better get going," she said, edging toward the window.
I reached for Elena's arm, but she slipped out of my grasp. "But you haven't told my anything yet."
"I've told you too much," she replied, scaling the wall and onto the windowsill.
"Stay, just for a little longer; tell me more about vampires."
"I think you'll find Stoker is the expert on that," she replied. "Well mostly. I know he liked to exaggerate."
"But I've never read Dracula."
"Maybe it's time you did."
"I'm not going to."
"Well then, I really must go, it's not that safe for me anymore or even you really. I'm sure they know I'm here," she said, looking out the window, she looked almost like a bird, sitting like that. "Well see you," she says and jumps off the ledge.
"Bye," I reply as she disappears from view. "Who are you?"
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