"Why? Finally feeling the urge to search for your other half? Have you realized you are indeed a lonely man..." Ahmeir couldn't be stopped from sticking his nose at what I am doing.
I am back at our house to inform them of a month's absence.
And it is unfortunate that it is Ahmeir who has to be alone at the house.
"Just too tired of seeing your face,"
"Who would be tired of such a beauty?" said he, who started gliding his palm on his clean-cut hair.
A recap of events flooded my mind and my orbs shadowed under the moonlight. "The last time you told people you are too much of a beauty, you lost your wife. Perhaps you want another round of that hide-and-seek? Must I tell Shi that you are missing being my kind of lonely... and available?"
He glowered at me, and that signaled me to stand out from my seat because I just hit my favorite spot of his.
"Tell them about it," I ended before I left, 'cause my parents are not, as usual, at home again. And this man is here, supposed to be unusual, but becoming normal as days passed by.
"Your day will come, asshole!" he bantered as I bound away from home.
You know what? I think it already began.
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The next morning I just found myself surrounded by many people, in a supermarket. And the tinted shade has been a lot of help for me to not provoke a commotion in the place since my orbs aren't that much of a great view as I feast on the busy walking fleshes.
So this is where, we, vampires should go whenever our stomach calls. Look at how much fresh food are here to grab. They are walking everywhere.
I am already in the meat area when I learned I had to fill my gut with just either animal meat or fish meat. And some human vegetables.
Actually... what if I just slaughter and pack these staring people right now? Like how they do to their savored meats. It will be a fair food chain, we promise.
I was in my dark visions when an ugly human instinct failed humanity.
A flash from somewhere made me challengedly jerk my head at the teenage girl who still had her phone up. Another flash from her and I am about to show my true color and flip the whole establishment if only I didn't catch a familiar woman with her cart.
Wearing an oversized pink hoodie and another skimpy skater skirt with white sneakers, her hair is tied up in a stylish messy bun.
Meanwhile, I am wearing the casual basics from head to toe. A brown trousers, a white shirt, also a pair of sneakers, and of course, my shades.
She is busy reading the back of what seems to be a sterilized milk and on her left hand is both her phone and cardholder wallet. While I am in the front of a section, with no particular thing to buy. And no certain ingredient to eye.
After a thought, she placed the item down and continued on her walk.
Rejecting the impulse to stalk behind her, I occupied myself by looking at the frozen meats in front of me. I immediately grabbed five of each kind I saw on the cooling storage without looking at its prices and labels and left there to pick again for some eggs.
Anything else but a slice of human meat.
How bland my breakfast and dinner will be. Is my curiosity of her actually worth it?
"I dare you to get his number,"
Oh girl, I wanna challenge you to shut up.
"Do you think he would bite it? He looked unfriendly and ill-tempered," said the other.
Of course, I bite. Though, I believe my preferences changed. I particularly wanted nothing else but some lady with olive-greyish eyes.
"Do it," the first one said giving her more false hopes. "That's such a bad boy vibe. If you don't wanna do it, I would."
"Shut up, I saw him first,"
When the other neared me and started looking too inquisitively at the display of meat in front of us, I feigned to skim at my watch.
"Where did my wife go?" And like a bored husband, I drove my cart with a poker face. Smoothly getting away from temptresses.
Enough for the two of them to hear.
Hmmm... what about dairies?
I grabbed the exact milk she didn't place in her cart and roamed around until she was again right in front of my way. Now in the vegetable section.
She is meticulously scanning a green-looking pear, but actually a vegetable, in her hand as if there is a better one than it. In the end, it made its way to her cart before she started examining again a bunch of string beans. She was on the tomato section when I am already next to her.
And she was that occupied to not notice my height that is brooding in hers.
I twisted my lips. What height is she? 177?
I grabbed most of the vegetables available in front of me without scanning, and she was still in the same section picking which one is best.
Isn't she taking too long for a bunch of that item? Are humans that finicky about where they spend their money at?
Since it looked like she was more interested in her choices, I left the section before I could even groan at her pacing.
I skimmed around me and realized she was with the whole woman population with that kind of pace.
I guess I'll just see her on the lot. If ever I could wait long enough.
And man, I can't remember I was ever this patient to wait for someone more than an hour and still to no avail.
I am in the midst of heating the engine of the car to ultimately go when she went out of the supermarket with two full carts in her hands.
I frowned because she was really sulky despite the amount of things she had on her hands. Isn't she supposed to be hyped up on the obvious shopping spree?
"Gosh, it slipped too fast," she grimaced, eyeing the receipt between her pushing hands while on her armpit are her wallet and phone.
I remembered my mom doing the same stunt with bottles of wine, a phone, and a purse.
I thought it was just a vampire thing of hers. Turns out, Mrs. Ravigne isn't the only who specialized in that.
How the damn do they do that?
A pack of instant noodles fell from her cart and she twisted her lips for the hassle.
My door shut as I went out of my car in my dark motive of helping her, only to turn back and look at my wheels when she kicks it up by her foot.
I was on my knees when she passed by me in front of me and started suiting her groceries up in the back of her car. Annoyed for the failed attempt to appear in her life again, I made all of the items in her last cart organize themselves on their own without anyone noticing, when a man opened up inside the vehicle after her.
"Do you need a hand?" he towered over her side and volunteered.
I eyed her now empty cart.
No thanks.
There is no help needed anymore.
"Uhhmmm, yeah. I am honestly having a hard time, and it might be..." she confusedly skimmed at her cart, "Oh I am actually done. But thank you!"
The man gave her a happy snug, "I can still help you bring back the carts though,"
When her face lits up, I rasped.
"Did my ass wait here to watch them hit on each other and push those goddamn carts like corny shit teens?"
I beep at them twice and flashed my lights exactly on their faces. And let the carts roll on each way as I flashily passed them by.
Fine, date this time miss.
Cause you wouldn't again once I am on that blood-rancid university.