Naked Vampire

It was a very dark night out. The moon was barely out and the darkness crept all over. But my dad didn’t care, this was the old man’s idea of fun, journeying through the woods looking for some ancient castle where Vampires used to live. He loved seeking the unknown and doing so many researches, it made him rich and famous but it drove him farther away from me and my mom.

At times, it felt like I was fatherless because he rarely came home. Sometimes he would only show up once in a year and it was so bad that I felt abandoned. I was an only child so there was no one else to share my sorrow with. But then all of a sudden, he changed and started calling to check up on me daily, it felt nice.

It wasn’t long before he came back home and told me about a fun Christmas holiday, he had planned out for me. He said he was going to take me on a trip to one of his research centers, where he was trying to prove the existence of vampires.

Of course, it sounded fun at first. I mean who wouldn’t want to prove the existence of real-life vampires. And the fact that my dad was actually proposing to spend real time with me was amazing indeed.

But he said this was going to be fun, walking through this dark and scary looking forest at night wasn’t fun in any way. But I just had to.

We kept on walking slowly through the thick bushes that surrounded the entire area, my dad's large torchlight was so bright that we could see so clearly what was in front of us. I was very tired and I was lagging behind my dad, we had been walking for hours and yet we still hadn’t gotten to where we were headed to.

The old man turned to look at me for a bit, he sighed and shook his head slowly.

“You should increase your pace son. You do not want to get lost in this forest,” my dad said.

I sighed.

“You know I would really prefer if you called me by my name, instead of calling me son all the time,” I said.

“Don’t you like it when I call you my son?” he asked.

“No, I don’t. You named me after my birth, didn’t you? Why don’t you call me by my name?” I replied.

“I didn’t name you, your mother did,” he said

“Oh yeah right, I should have known you were probably out on one of these adventures again and forgot all about your unborn child,” I replied angrily.

“I did not forget about you son. I was just busy examining-” he suddenly stopped talking halfway, like as if he had said something wrong. I wanted to ask, to find out what he had wanted to say but as I was about to talk, he suddenly stopped walking and pointed at something.

“We are finally here son!” he shouted.

Here? Where was here?

All I could see was a spooky and dark ancient looking building that wasn’t in any way attractive. It looked like a castle; it was tall and blackish with a large bell fixed at the highest peak. The windows were very wide and opened, with no covering on them.

It wasn’t funny anymore. Was this the place my dad had brought me to? Was this where I was going to spend my Christmas? It looked like a serial killer’s hideout!

I turned to my dad angrily.

“This building looks like it was built a thousand years ago. You said you were taking me to one of your research centers!” I yelled.

“Yes, and I did exactly that son, this building is actually a thousand years old as you just guessed and it is my most important research center,” he said.

Was he kidding right now? This horrid looking building?

“Is there a hotel around here for us to lodge or something? Or is a helicopter coming to pick us up?” I asked naively.

“What are you saying son? We are staying in there. I know it looks very unattractive on the outside,” he said.

Unattractive! Unappealing! Revolting! This building deserved worse than all of those expressions. It wasn’t even funny anymore!

“Does it look better on the inside?” I asked.

“Not exactly son,” he replied.

“Oh my God! What the hell! And stop calling me son in that weird tone of yours, it only makes all of this more annoying!” I yell