"Good morning.", France-lyse said, bursting into the room like a hungry bear, carrying in her hands what seemed to be chocolates. Her face was lit in smiles.
"Good morning, France-lyse.", I said, sitting up.
"What's the occasion?"
"Oh Silly, didn't I tell you?", she said, placing the contents in her hand on the stool beside the bed. She sat on the bed.
"The International Summit for all things Supernatural is holding in no other place buuuut..... Here!!!" She squealed, jerking my body in an overwhelming rush of excitement.
"And?"
I could not fake any anticipation nor eagerness for whatever it was that had made her happy. I had a lot to think about, and fix. There was still the issue of the mysterious girl trapped in the wall. And my sister. Not to talk about somebody messing with my memory... And powers.
"And? And? Tobi, don't you get it?! The world has waited so long for your reincarnation, spending the years in darkness and stagnation!"
None of what she said made sense. She kept on blabbing about how important it was that I attended, that the fate of the world rested on my reinstitution into the world's mystic system.
I had begun to come to terms with my identity. Clearly, I was a lot more than a nigerian university orphan, living the most mundane life ever. I had superpowers. Or mystical gifts. Whichever way you choose to look at it. But still, my heart felt empty- like there was a piece of me missing. I no longer felt the rage and thirst for vengeance that I had known- all I saw now was... Nothing.
"Quickly! Get up!" She was still saying.
"We must go shopping at this hour! With no further ado!"
"Weren't we just about to be murdered a few days ago? Is it advisable for us to ventor out in the open so soon?"
"Relax, I had her put a cloaking spell on us all whilst you were still in Disneyland.", Mr. I'm-so-dark-and-alone said, emerging from the shadows. How long had he been there? I chose not to think about it.
He wore a dark shade of green, like the painting of grass mixed with too much black. He was like the typical cliche vampire from every romantic novel.
"Do you ever knock? Or does the wood affect the hands too?"
France-lyse chuckled.
"Clearly, someone's still hurt over being carried. Don't worry, next time, I'll make sure to get you some candy after."
I glared at him, clenching my fists as I remembered how he had tried to kill me. How they both had tried to kill me.
He stared back at me, hinting a little at his fangs. I turned my face away. I had not yet mastered whatever abilities it was that I had. There was no way I could beat a vampire in this state.
"My My. Would you look at the time?! C'est dévastateur!", France-lyse said, glancing at her phone. The time was 12:09pm. Time, really, had gone by.
"Wow.... Well, I guess we all just have to stay at home then", I said, lying down and covering myself up with the blanket.
With strength humanly impossible, France-lyse dragged me out of the bed, hurling me over her shoulder. She turned to walk out of the room, her movements as swift as air.
"France-lyse?! What the f#.."
I could see the laughter in his eyes. He chuckled.
"Careful France-lyse, he might resent you too."