There is always a difference between us and them," He sighed. "Even before I was one, I was different than most people. Hah, my twin brother didn't know who I was... And there is also the train of thought, very different."
"How so?" I asked vacuous to his words. He sighed again, I could tell he was becoming impatient. Which some-what satisfied me.
"You wouldn't understand the context," He said while he tapped his temple to clarify "let's just say they have a one-track mind while we have many, understand?"
"Yes" I mumbled annoyed and still confused .
"that's better," He smiled, moving to the next topic "So where was I?"
"Now- explaining fact and fiction. Folklore."
"Oh? I'm guessing you've read our history, good for you."
I ignored him while he sifted through his memories. Unlike most 'vampires' he could remember his 'past life', he could also read the thoughts of most, but I'll get to that later.
After a few minutes of silence he straightened himself and asked
"I'm guessing you want to know about appearance?"
"Yes!" I chided with sudden excitement, he watched me wondering what I was thinking. I quickly put up a facade of boredom, which didn't work.
"Well-" He stopped quickly looking forward, two seconds later a barista came to our corner holding my order.
"Here you go." She smiled handing it to Laurent. He smiled back, most angelically, even I lost my 'breath'. I averted my face so he wouldn't see, and cursed at the barista; she knew I made the order.
She left a napkin on his side of the table, which I already knew held her number. Laurent laughed, for the briefest moment hunger flared through his eyes.
"So, real appearances yes?... We were never round or 'bloody'" He spat with sudden disgust. I watched him while he took a few 'breathes' and then continued.
"My apologies, it just annoys me how simple minded humans can be."
I shivered and knew he saw, though he pretended not to. I wasn't frightened of him, rather knowing how much he loathed what I once was. What he once was, long ago.
"Well, to put it bluntly. We were nothing like what they said. The belief of us being grotesque and deathly is somewhat true. During that time there was a cult in Transylvania named ,Vampir- humans are so callow, mixing different 'creatures' together..." He mumbled to himself, I'm guessing he was referring to vorvolakas. He resumed speaking as if a glitch had occured "Consisting of twenty members which was giant at that time and still is now. They were the 'mess ups' of vampires. You see most 'newborn vampires' at that time wanted to make their own so they experimented- was it to overthrow the elders?- but did not succeed. I don't know how that was possible, but I can't say I understand. I've always had help." Indicating his ability to read thoughts once again. I shrugged.
"But since many of us vampires," He said suggesting his beauty and perfection "Were upset that they might try to retaliate we split them up. Out of a fit of rage, I'm guessing, they ravished cities and were discovered, then subsequently killed by humans." He said with admiration.
"They were no threat to us since our only common trait was blood lust" he laughed. I knew at that moment that he didn't care about humans at all. He would have only intervened if it had caused him any inconvenience. Why did this make me more interested in him?
"Though, they didn't create any of their own 'offspring' so they died out. But people still thought their deceased could be vampires since they looked exactly like those vampires."
So, I guess it made sense. And as humans slowly evolved they realized that beauty isn't always the purest of souls. But many of us aren't afraid(why should we be anyways?) since most people take science over religion. It seems fair I guess, I did too(once) so I can't complain. Arrogance is magnificent.
"What about mirrors and shadows?"
"Almost forgot about that," He grinned to himself. "But I thought you would know."
"I do, well I think I do. I just want to make sure if I'm correct." I lilted.
"Go on." He instructed waving his hand.
"Well, I'm guessing it had something to do with spirits and how they are inconspicuous... Since spirits are dead and vampires are 'dead' then we most have something in common. Which in this case makes perfect sense... We were 'evil' that means we lost our souls.... And everyone's shadow is suppose to be their soul..." I babbled. Wondering if he understood what I was trying to say. Did I understand.
"You are on the right track." he assured seeing my confused look.
"First thing first. Mirrors. There are many theories as to why this idea was believed but my favorite is this theory. Mirrors reflect your soul, we have no soul since we are 'damned'. See, no soul no reflection." He said casually.
"Second, shadows. Shadows also represent souls, so no soul no shadow. But vampires never burned in the sun. That stemmed from the idea of us not going out during the daytime in fear of being caught not having a shadow. Imagination is simply amusing." he announced. I couldn't agree more.
After a moment of silence he added "I'm happy to have met you, Angelus" which I knew meant. 'I'm happy to have made you one of us.' I shrugged as he took my hand and we left the cafe.
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Submission Name: The Beauty of an Asphodel
