5. His Grey Life

NICHOLAS

"Why does he leave?"

 "Wait, isn't that Nicholas Alexander? The perfect student who just returned from the Paris Olympics with a platinum medal?" 

"Gosh!! He's getting more handsome, and his veiny hands…Oh! How I wish he would fuck me right now and—" Shut up, shut up, shut up…SHUT UP!!!!!

I screamed in my mind as I forced open the toilet stall door. I didn't care if I slammed the door too hard or made someone split their poop in half from shock, but right now I needed to clear my mind.

"Dorogoy…" I muttered under my breath as I took out my inhaler and inhaled it.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I repeated this boring activity for some time, and I swear I felt very bored because I had been doing it for centuries.

Finally, after I was done, I crumpled the inhaler until it was dented before dumping it into the trash. I put my hands on my face and tried to get a hold of myself by repeating this mantra: "I am myself, and I have a hold of myself. I'm the only one in control here, and not the beast inside me," and after I was sure I had the control I needed, I came out of the stall.

I swore a little when I saw a loser being thrown into my next door stall by a bulky boy.

What were their names again?

As I walked past the classes, I tried to block my hearing from people chanting.

"Why can humans talk so much and think so many things at the same time?" I thought, closing my eyes tighter. Usually, I can try to divert my focus by listening to music or anything that Spotify can offer, but somehow today I felt a bit weak because of my stupid lungs.

I felt even worse because today was a sunny-rainy day, which messed up my body, and those filthy humans were talking about me a lot. And this time, I grimace in disgust as one of them planned to masturbate while imagining me.

"Shit, I already threw that damn inhaler away—" "Next time, be careful with the train, because if not, you have to pay $2000."

"Alright, Mr. Aria."

"... Alexa?" I murmured, glancing at the glass window beside me, and saw the brunette being scolded by that pedo. What's the case of the old hag again? Honey daddy?

"Clearly, that human girl is your mate, don't you want to have her 'taste' as a starter?" I shook my head as that voice came back. After I dumped him with those drugs, why is he still here?

"You know, blood is not bad when you taste it. Sure, it will taste fishy at first, but later…" "She's not my business."

I said briefly and walked away quickly. Rather than listening to this devil's influence, I'd better focus on good things. Another overseas Olympics sounds good to leave this boring school for a while.

"But why does her blood seem so sweet though," I thought, my eyes turning red for a moment. I could feel my fangs growing as I remembered her bleeding finger. Her lips look red and so plump, and I wonder how it feels to feel blood flowing from her full lips when I bite them, and—

'Fuck…' I blushed, shaking my head quickly, and quickened my steps.

I had to get to the study club quickly, and register myself to Olympics in a very far place.

"I should consider Antarctica…"

After I arrived at the club, I quickly started studying. It's not that hard as I've already read this topic thousands of times, and I literally only needed to learn new topics released by new inventors. And even that wasn't valid because 10 years from now, that topic would be justified, and people would have to relearn it again.

"Just like COVID and the Spanish flu…I wonder if there will be a topic or theory that combines the two," I thought, laughing to myself as I fixed my things and got ready to walk out. Since I laughed a lot at the human's new theory, I forgot to check the time, so the Olympics supervisor's room already closed. Well, it's not a problem as there's always next time and tomorrow.

It's not like I can die easily.

"And in the blink of an eye, I'm sure this class will change or someone will quit because of an ‘accident’," I thought, passing two couples making out in the locker room. It's not once, or 100 times, I've seen couples like this, and I'm sure they will break up or hate each other because of pregnancy just like others.

As I walked home, a lot of thoughts suddenly occurred in my mind: Like until when do I have to live like this?

PING!

[Nicho, my hand cream is already expired. Can you bring me one that expires in 100 years? Thanks]

I sucked in my breath when I read the short message from my 'beloved' sister.

Until when will she realize that you don't need hand cream, and in 100 years, your skin will adapt to the climate itself?

"Nah, she's still ‘young’, I can't be too harsh on her. Sooner or later, she will realize it herself," I thought, intending to order it online because I was a bit lazy. It's already good that she became like me, so I know that I won't be alone.

As I was about to cross the street, I remembered yesterday's incident…How I got hit and run because I was being chased by a vampire hunter.

"Well, that means this place is no longer safe, I'd better leave immediately, or something bad will happen," I thought, crossing the street carefully because I didn't want to get hit again. I was sure that little human saw me healing yesterday, as she looked shocked with that dog, but meh, she didn't ask anything today, which should be a good thing for me.

"Besides, there's no point in talking to her, Nicholas. She's just like everyone else, growing old soon and dying. When you come back from the far Olympics, she will have moved up a grade or even be married. Unlike you, who live this boring life and struggle with the same thoughts," I told myself, as my breath started to get a bit tight.

I don't know why, but sometimes I also wonder. Since I'm no longer human and have inhuman healing speed…Shouldn't I be 100% healthy? Why do I still have this disease?

"Better go home soon, or else I'll pass out and risk someone knowing my identity," I thought, starting to walk quickly and planning to do another boring ritual like a nebulizer or something.

However, I didn't expect that today something different would happen, and instead of going to get oxygen, I saw her coming out of that dog’ house, running in tears, and when she hits my chest…

I can breath.

Alexa makes me breathe like oxygen.

"Ni—Nicholas?"

"Fuck…"