Antonius: Making Friends.Mature

The other vampires in the group made me laugh. They took themselves so seriously, as if they stood more of a chance against the normal vamps. They almost seemed to think the world would end, should their resistance fail. Two millennia of life had taught me otherwise.

They were all nice enough, but boring, and pathetic. They lined up like cattle for their blood bags to be distributed to them, and then slunk away in the corners of the dark library basement to feed, as if it was offensive or shameful, as if they cared that a few humans had their sensibilities hurt.

Springing lightly up off my seat on the cold stone floor, I walked over to a pile of cardboard boxes, brimming with old books, obviously considered redundant by the library above. Lightly lifting open the old, weathered cardboard to inspect the books below, I realised I’d hit the Jackpot. History textbooks, brilliant, they were always good for a laugh.

I rummaged through for a minute or so, until I found what I was looking for- the fall of the Roman Empire. Tucking it under an arm, I strolled casually back through the crowds, awfully mindful of the suspicious and hateful stares I received. It wasn’t that it upset me at all, it was just more of an inconvenience, having every move of yours under scrutiny.

Falling back onto the floor, I flipped open the textbook and began to read. Before long, I had myself back into a good mood, chuckling at the errors the author had made. I think that’s the problem with history, everyone dramatises it overly so. The truth is that the world actually isn’t so different than it was in the history books.

The poor and the wealthy, the strong and the weak, the good men and the bad men, the greed and the lust, all still the same as it was when I was born in Rome. This War, and the Resistance for example, I had a terrible feeling of deja’vu with it all. Except this time, I was on the losing side.

Long story short, the world was easier to live in when the humans didn’t think we existed. We could feed on them, and they’d blame one another. We were free to travel, to do whatever we wanted really, and then this- feeding out of blood bags. I pulled out the half finished blood pack from my pocket, and ran my fingers over the medical information on the front.

Taking a sip, I shuddered a little; drinking cold blood was like drinking cold tea, or coffee. It just didn’t feel right. I felt his footsteps through the stone before he spoke. “You watch yourself around here, Leech. No funny business or I’ll be the first one to help Sophia build the fire.”

I opened my eyes to the sight of a young teenager, perhaps fourteen years old. His hand was resting on the pommel of what looked like a machete in his leather belt. “Sure thing, Blood Bag- I’ll behave.”

His face contorted in disbelief, and anger. “What did you call me, Leech?”

“I think you heard me quite clearly, Blood Bag.”

“You can’t call me that, you-”

“Kid, you call me a leech, I’ll call you a Blood Bag, Alright?”

“I’ll kill you.”

The seriousness in his face almost made me burst out laughing, we’d attracted the attention of many of the others around us, but I hardly minded.

“Would you?” I asked.

“I’d take your head clean off your shoulders.”

“Ah, right. Good luck with that, friend.”

“I don’t need luck; I could take you by myself.”

I sighed inwardly, since when had kids been part of the revolution? And stupid kids nonetheless, but realizing that killing the little shit would most probably result in the loss of my own life, I resolved to beat him in the game of words.

 “That sword in your belt, it’s not all that different to a sword I used a long time ago. A ‘Gladius’ mine was called.”

He looked at me with a befuddled expression, his mouth slightly ajar.

“And with this Gladius I killed hundreds of men. Some of them were probably your ancestors.” Before he could even finish chewing on that, I whispered into his ear, “So, what makes you think I couldn’t kill every person in this room, then make myself a nice swimming pool of blood?”

The kid stepped back, his face paling. “Ethan! Get away from him, now.” Sophia called from her crows-nest on the shelf. I turned my face up to her, and waved cheerfully.

“We were just talking about swords, weren’t we Ethan?”

“Shut up Leech. Don’t talk to anyone without my permission.”

“Yes ma-am!” I saluted her, then sat back down, returning to my book. 

The End

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