OBSESSION WITH VAMPIRES

The Enver's Childhood

The atmosphere of the mansion that was always cool, became colder, because except for the clerk's footsteps, there was no sound anymore. The Valera family mansion, right on the day of their third child's birth. The boy just fell asleep or woke up without a sound.

The kitchen in the mansion was a place where the voices of the servants could be heard whispering, with watchful eyes looking back and forth. It was six months since Enver was born. A babysitter talked to three cooks who were preparing dinner.

“Goddess, Enver's arm was full of bruises, it seems like the mistress kept pinching him every baby was about to cry”, The babysitter gossiped, telling me the condition of the baby she was raising, and the, while waiting for the baby porridge that is being prepared one of the working chefs.

“Can you keep Enver away from the mistress, you can be a scapegoat by the mistress, if the big master knows”, a man who is old enough to give advice.

Thus, the situation in the mansion was illustrated by the whispers in the kitchen of the mansion, where the employees vent their anxiety while working.

Enver's unfair life makes everyone wonder, why?. Their first two children were so dear to their mother. While the father who never cared about the life of his home, only obsessed to be the successor to his father to continue the power and wealth of the Valera family.

Enver has been used to getting violence from her mother since she was a baby. Enver's emotional tears, seeming to be experiencing dryness. She never cried even now, at the age of 6.

Enver looked at his smiling mother in the distance, his mother standing looking down at Enver, from the hotel balcony on the 7th floor. Sayup heard the mother crying loudly while shouting for help, but the corner of her lips that squinted upwards explained everything. Explain what only Enver and the nannies know.

Enver saw people gathered around him, calling out the name of their respective gods, for he saw the walls of the path flooded with blood from Enver's body. His lips, which were always pale, became very white, like chicken meat without blood. Enver's red-flaming eyes slowly dimmed, and his body lay stiff like an ornament of deer antlers nailed to the wall.

Enver who was not even afraid let alone cared about death, just stared blankly at the hospital wall. He wondered why it was so hard for him to die, but his mother had tried so hard.

Grandfather Enver who was rarely next to Enver because he always traveled far, that day sitting on a chair, right next to Enver's bed.

Enver stared blankly at the mother who was crying while in the embrace of her husband, they both sat on the sofa in the hospital room.

“So much love my sonu”, the mother whines while occasionally sucking her snot hard.

“Mother is so sorry”, Enver spoke staring blankly at the mother. With that body in the bandage right here and there.

The mother just kept crying obscuring Enver's expression.

“If you want to kill me, then do it right”, Enver said loud enough, so as not to be muffled by his mother's cries.

Enver's father simply turned his face away, after seeing Grandfather Enver's expression look shocked.

“It seems like I can't bear the pain that keeps increasing every time”, the little boy continued his chatter.

“Not that I'm trying to survive, I don't even know why it's so hard for me to die. At least look for ways that are not too painful”, little Enver who seems to have reached his limit begged the mother to find a way to kill him without pain. It was clear that her mother tried to kill her dozens of times.

From that day on, rather than living in the mansion, Enver held the grandfather's hand more often, and followed the grandfather who was one of the members of the board of the international Vampire organization.

“Enver, don't forget to drink blood, I know you don't like it and sometimes vomit. But this week you haven't drank any blood at all. It's dangerous for your body”. Grandpa Enver reminds Enver who does have a condition of rejection of blood, but his body needs blood just as much as other Vampires.

That day was exactly a week after the grandfather retired from stewardship, because his age had stepped on 2800 know, the age is considered old for the vampires.

“This is the blood of a new child, the first time it was taken blood”, Grandpa Enver poured blood from a bottle.

Enver, who had been wondering what his grandfather would look like if he avoided drinking blood that day, held his breath while closing his eyes to start drinking that blood.

Enver suddenly opened his eyes after he saw the shadow of a woman who was face down hugging her knees while lying in a very dark place. Enver heard the cry of the girl sobbing. A feeling of loneliness, fear and sadness that mixes, rattling. Every drop of blood touched Enver's tongue and throat. What was that?, the sensation that Enver first felt while drinking blood. Enver's eyes gave off a bright red glow.

“Ohh, you like this blood?, you even spent it in one gulp”. Grandpa Enver said with a smile.

“Then, this blood is special for you just”. Grandpa Enver thrust the 700ml bottle into Enver.

“Because the blood collection is done for once a month for the safety of the blood owner, so you have to intersperse it with other blood so that your blood needs are met”. Grandpa Enver explained.

After dinner Enver brought the bottle of blood to his room, he who was afraid of losing blood that did not make him nauseous while consuming it, observed every inch of the bottle and the color of the blood in it. He saw a label that read ‘Jean”, stuck to the bottle.

Enver smelled the smell of blood that began to clot slowly, his eyes twinkling, his heart beating. He felt a unique scent that made him feel happy.

As time went on, the images of the little boy crying as Enver drank the blood, slowly turned into a very sweet daughter smile.

Enver, who was curious about what kind of child the owner of the blood, asked to come with the grandfather who went to visit a parlour run by the Valera family.

As the grandfather chatted with the head of the caretaker, Enver went for a walk in the parlour area.

He started pounding because he could smell his favorite blood, even though the scent was very weak. Enver followed that scent which brought Enver to the dorm area.

When passing through an open hallway connecting the two dormitory buildings, the aroma again weakened, so Enver returned to the opposite direction. After several times back and forth in the open hallway, Enver realized that the owner of blood was around the hall. Enver looked in all directions as he snorted looking for where the scent was coming from.

Enver jumped into the area under the passageway, and seeing a pair of tiny legs under the passageway, Enver tilted his body to look at the area under the passageway. Enver's eyes flashed red as he found the child that always appeared in his shadow was squatting under the hallway, a strong scent that made Enver feel that happiness made Enver involuntarily smile.

But then the grandfather called Enver to come home.

‘It's a shame, because I couldn't see the girl for a longer time’, that's what Enver had in mind at the time.