Fatal Attraction: I Just Want to Be Near Him

"So, you gonna explain yourself, Jason?"

Jason fiddled with his shirt hem, his voice tinged with regret. "I never expected things to spiral like this. Don't worry, I'll set the record straight soon. Focus on your recovery for now. The nurse mentioned your fainting was due to anemia and stressed that you should eat properly—don't skip meals trying to diet..."

Ridiculous. Even in my centuries of vampirism, I've never felt so dumbfounded.

I attempted to stand and escape this jinx, but dizziness overwhelmed me, and I nearly collapsed. Jason caught me in the nick of time.

Ava looked on, utterly amused by the drama unfolding.

"Seriously, Ava? This isn't a TV drama. Help me out here, or I'm really gonna hit the deck!"

I shot her a glare, then turned to Jason. "Forget explanations. Just... stay away from me! It's a disaster every time we meet!"

Once back in my dorm, I felt worse. Something had to change. I requested a few days off to consult with my grandfather—the elder vampire—on what to do next.

I grabbed a morning ticket to my village and by afternoon, I was standing at its gates.

This village is our vampire sanctuary, with few of us left around the globe.

The younger vamps, like me, blend into human society, thriving on animal blood, while the older ones retire here, away from the hustle.

Deep breath in, I stepped into the village.

No sooner had I entered than a shot put ball came hurling towards me. Weak as I was, my reflexes didn't fail me—I caught it mid-air.

It seems the elder vamps had adopted a new fitness regime—tossing shot puts at each other, much like humans playing catch with beanbags.

The last time I was here, they were into inverted running. These old-timers really know how to keep their spirits high.

As I walked, I greeted them warmly,

"Grandpa Mark, nailing the game as always!"

"Granny Anne, looking stunning today!"

"Uncle Leo and Aunt Naomi, still the power couple! Relationship goals right there!"

They all beamed at the praise; guess flattery works on vampires too.

I knocked on Grandpa Clive's door, which he opened to let me in. I spilled my guts about everything, and as his expression grew stern, I couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa Clive, is there any hope for me? I'm only 400 years young; I'm not ready to kick the bucket!"

He pondered for a moment before asking, "Is he good-looking?"

"What?" I was floored. Was this really the time?

I should have known these old folks never take things too seriously.

I grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at him playfully.

"Stop scaring me! Just tell me what to do. I can't handle even one drop of his blood like I used to human blood, and animal blood is off the table. If this keeps up, I might have to move back here and you don't want me waking you up with megaphone drills every morning, do you?"

Grandpa Clive winced at the thought, then chuckled sheepishly, "Oh come on, it's not a big deal! Just sip his blood now and then. You don't need much, and you can square things away with him afterwards."

"Are you listening to yourself?" I was tempted to crack his head open and see if everything was wired right. "What if he finds out I'm a vampire?"

Clive scratched his chin, suddenly serious. "Well, there's another way—kind of like tricking yourself. Just stick close to him, pretend you can enjoy the vibe. Think of your food as his blood. It's all about the placebo effect."

I stared at him, not amused.

"Look, kid, that's the best I can do. Remember the pact we made with humans? No hurting them. Surely there's some human food you enjoy. Try eating next to him, it might just trick your mind."

Reluctantly, I nodded. It seemed I had no better option. After bidding farewell to the village elders, I made my way back to campus.