Bailey stared at her wide window. She breathed heavily. She didn't want to rush things since it might put her in danger. But she couldn't force herself to think about the stories that her grand mother kept telling them.
She didn't want to believe until now because her beliefs were far from reality. But how could she accept this if, her whole life, she hasn't believed in such things?
"Grandma, do you believe that vampires do exist?" a five-year-old Hailey ask her grandmother curiously.
"Yes, hija, I met them." Their grandma Felicidad breath heavily; like she remembered something.
"Vampires don't exist Hailey, it's just a creation of human minds." Her grandmother and her sister looked at her at the same time.
She was six years older to her little sister, at the age of eleven she doesn't believe in fairy tales and fictional stories.
Her grandmother looks at her like she said something wrong; thinking she could change what she already said to her sister. But they are both failed, she just looked at them with her cold stare.
"Bailey, how can you be so rude to an experienced person?" she just laughs at her grandmother, and her little sister, Hailey, just looks at her with her curiosity. She didn't know who to believe.
"Vampires are fictional, grandma! They are the creation of a wide human imagination!" Bailey was all hysterical as she showed her grandmother her research about how vampires are created by a person's imagination.
"My experiences aren't fictional, my lovely granddaughters." Bailey sighs weakly. "I was sixteen when I met Joquar. He was a vampire leading a tribe that had been hiding for so many years." Hailey's excited eyes fix on their grandmother.
"Joquar was kind; he showed me a world that I've never seen before. He taught me how to love things I didn't appreciate before." Grandma Felicidad's sweet voice ruled the sala, and Bailey wanted to believe her grandmother. But before her mother died, she told her that she must not believe in a creature that she didn't see or touch. Her beliefs keep her away from believing her grandmother's words.
"Life was good as fantasy when I was with him; I never taught that I'd fall for a vampire! I was scared that he wouldn't feel the same and would kill me."
"Because vampires are immortal, grandma, they could eat you!" Hailey reacted with a scared voice.
"I know hija, but they are good vampires; they offer me family that my own family can't give me. They gave me a home and a shelter; they kept me for so many years until they learned how to let me go. Bailey, vampires are true; they are around us, waiting for the right time to meet you. They are not fictional, they are created because someone believes them, because someone experienced them, because someone saw them." Her grandmother looked at them with her bulging eyes.
She can't force her granddaughter to believe in her since Bailey's mom is a vampire hunter. When their mother is still alive, she can't let her experience be told to her granddaughters to protect the vampire tribe; she wants them to be safe and away from danger. But Bailey's mother told her that she must not believe in anything that she can't see, and if those fictions are real, she must stay away from them to protect herself from dangerous creatures.
"I don't know, lola, maybe if I saw one, I'd believe." When Bailey was younger, she loved fairytales, vampire stories, castles, and mermaids, and she wanted to be a princess. She was a really jolly kid with high hopes and a wide imagination for things that didn't exist. Her mother, who was from a family of hunters, brainwashed her; her inner child started to fade, and she aloofly read fairytale books. She was mature for her age and did not want to hear any childish stories.
"You will, surely." Her grandmother gave her a different look; she ignored them and stood up from sitting on the carpet.
"Oh, you're just here. How are you, my daughters?" They joyfully greeted their father.
"What story did your grandmother tell you? Do you like it?" Bailey simply rolled her eyes; of course she did not!
"Yes, papa! But it was short! Ate was telling us that it's not true!"
"Because it did not!"
"Bailey..." Their father looked at their grandmother, who was sitting on the couch. She was looking at them and waiting for their next action.
"Your sister is young; you are young too. Just enjoy the story like you always do," her father pleasingly asks. It's like her father is pleading with her to listen to their grandmother's story or never ruin her sister's imagination.
"Papa, I don't want to let Hailey believe in what is not real."
"You don't know what's real or not either, Bailey. You are young; listen to your grandma; she knows everything better than you do. She will not tell you things if they aren't true." He said empathically.
She wanted too, but she really couldn't. Her grandmother and father are eaten by fantasies that can't wake up to reality, and her mother feeds her with the truths and realities of life.
"Papa, wake up! Mama told me that they aren't real, and it will hurt growing up to realize that those stories and characters aren't real. Papa, let us escape the pain of waking up to reality."
"This is your reality, Bailey. You'll understand someday, daughter, you will."
She looked at them with disbelief. What's so important about vampires that they keep on pursuing them to believe it?
If only she knew that vampires do exist, she would have listened to her grandma. So she knows what to do in this kind of situation.
She wished to turn back time so she'd listen to her grandma and never underestimate her sister's fairytale beliefs.
How can she apologize to her sister for disagreeing with everything she said?