Capítulo 8: The research
Weeks had passed since the "animal attack" and the school was worse than ever. As the summer drew near, every teacher attempted to squeeze in some last assignments and exams so that every student would have the oppourtunity to save their grades if needed.
As if those who never attended the classes and never did a single homework during the whole year, would care or be able to fix them now right before the graduation. The only real accomplished effect was painting pimples and acnes on my and a few other persistent classmates' faces due to the stress. I couldn't wait to escape the slave drivers and this godforsaken place.
During this period I had also met Nora, the psychriatrist, a couple of times. Every Tuesday after school the shrink tried to force me to reveal my deepest thoughts in order to evaluate my condition, but each and every time my walls were built high. I did not appreciate having her digging around in my brain. My thoughts belonged to me solely. I did nevertheless try to act normal.
When asked about the incident I stuck to the version that everyone else seemed to follow and kept my real opinions about the incident to myself. My acting was quite convincing, but Nora had a sharp eye and saw through me almost instantly. As a result, it had been a fierce battle of wits ever since the first appointment. I tried to act stupid and guillable, while she utilized every trick she knew of to break me from my shell. The meetings usually went like this:
"Good evening, Melinda."
"Hi"
"How do you feel?"
"Fine."
"That's good to hear. How has your day been?"
"Stressful as always."
"Right, your graduation is drawing near. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have any future plans? Are you going to work or keep on studying? Or maybe take a break and travel around the world?"
"No."
"No? Don't you have a list of things you want to experience or accomplish?"
"Not really."
"Are you sure? I remember when I was in your age. I had tons of ideas and things to do. I wanted to try bungy jump, climb Mount everst, sky diving, experience new cultures and so on. You must have thought a bit about it."
"I am sure."
Nora would then sigh and continue to pester me with questions which I answered with as few words as possible. By being uncooperative I hoped for her to concede and let me go. Unfortunately, her will was stronger than diamonds. I must admit that her patience was admirable, since I had to rank top 3 of her worst clients in her career.
Meanwhile, Sasha and I have gradually drifted apart. At least that was what I had been thinking. We still hung out and talked about the latest rumors or events, but I couldn't help but feel that a barrier has been set between us. I was no longer capable of speaking freely in her presence, because I knew she just like everybody else was questioning my sanity.
Speaking of my sanity, even I was starting to have my doubts. I had invested hours and hours of my precious time on the library and Google with hanging dark bags under my eyes and almost a divorce with my bed as a result. My researches of vampires had been quite unsuccessful. The majority of all gathered information was twisted folklores and fictive works of the creatures, whose trustworthiness was questionable.
A week before graduation, I did however find an old article from the 90s written by a professor Crossfield in Great Britain, who based on the wording seemed to believe in supernatural beings. He was famous for his contributions to the history, which ranged from the Inca empire to the medieval events.
According to him, vampires were pale and known as bloodsuckers because of their creation. Vampires were born without blood in their bodies. Blood was the essence of life and without it any creature would suffer, including vampires. As a result, vampires sought victims to steal their life force and ease their sufferings. However, since the bloodcells would gradually be degraded, they would have to continually replenish their blood supply.
In line with Darwin's theory of the survival of the fittest, vampires needed to acquire skills to successfully attract and reel in their targets. They thus could be persuasive and alluring. Based on their skills, the vampires could be divided into different ranks; lesser, normal and greater vampires. Some of the elit were known to possess mind controlling abilities, which included erasing the victims memories.
After reading professor Crossfield's article, I saw a light in the dark for the first time since everything started. I literally started to laugh like a maniac in the library, because I felt such a relief. Many evil stares were cast upon me, but I didn't really care at that moment.
Maybe this was a large scale of manipulation in order to cover one of their own's tracks. Considering the fact they probably wouldn't like their presence in this world revealed, it wasn't unlikely. It would afterall be easier to hunt for preys while being hidden. If this was true, however, how come I haven't fallen victim for their brainwashing? This was a giant flaw in my hypothesis.
To confirm my suspicions, I would have to speak with the professor and preferably as soon as possible. Despite my eager, I knew that discussing the circumstances through email or per phone would be unwise. I had to take precautions in case someone would collect evidence for my insanity. No matter how important meeting the professor was to me, I knew however that I couldn't take the flight to London at that moment. I had to finish the school first. But soon, very soon, I would hopefully finally solve this mystery.
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v40107 Is it just me or is Melinda a bit obsessed with finding the truth? xD
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