Nazia the Vampiress - "There is no Escape” (Season 1, Episode 6)
Nazia was concerned and wanted to tell Toots something very important. However, her mind was prey to too much of thinking … she just couldn’t stop thinking all the time and was finding out ways how to tell her. It was a weird situation characterized by mental turmoil since she felt she couldn’t even stop thinking while even sleeping, most commonly known as ‘vamleeping’ in her terminology which means vampire sleep. If vampires sleep at night they sleep with their eyes open, however, blood hunting is most appropriate at that time.
It was mid semester and time to get more active not just in studies but also for new preys which were not supposed to be cats like in case of Scrooge (Akbar). Some friends had nicknamed him that as per his perceived positioning.
It was time to spam potential employers with her resume and she made sure none of them were even given a slightest hint that she is a vampiress. She happened to mention in one and the only interview so far that she blogs and writes vampire stories, even though she didn’t reveal her true identity there was no call again from that place. So far so good, it wasn’t meant for her to work at that place either …
At the same time Nazia was trying to make peace with her past (first few episodes) but the low feeling dragged her back to those ‘How Cow’ incident memories. It was something that affected her sense of smell too.
“Hey Toots you know what? Have you thought about why the cats are disappearing from here? Have you thought about asking Scrooge?” asked Nazia.
“Ummm … don’t know but why should I ask Scrooge? He’s not really fond of cats, you are the one stalking them,” said Toots in a mocking and mischievous fashion.
“Maybe he doesn’t show how fond of cats he is while he could be thirsty for them,” Nazia gave a hint still trying not to make it very obvious but the last time both of them met him he was high on cat blood … having pink dreams with a paper umbrella behind his ears. He must have thought it’s the cat’s tail he consumed a night before, however, there was this one big, very, very … as in very huge, obese cat in one of the campuses of school that he dared not touch, Scrooge was scared of it and only waited for it’s each semester kittens. It was wonderfully overweight that relied upon left over biscuits and biryani and even tea.
Toots thought for a while then shot Nazia fiery looks, “I think I know what his birthday gift should be . . . a kitten!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah I hope it survives . . .” said she in a low tone.
“Hey what?”
“Nothing …”
“You know you need to be loud not just in classes but in life as well.”
Nazia had no option but to feel pity for the kitten, she had tried her best to give signals about his identity but failed miserably yet again.
There was a new competition in town, yes, the dengue mosquito that destroyed platelets, it was time for vampires to come to terms with the these upgraded versions of mosquitoes since at least they (vampires) only made complete humans anemic only rather than start living on blood cells.
More of the differences included that vampires attack around midnight or after fourth time slot classes while dengue mosquitoes were punctual with their 6 am to 9 am and 4 pm to 10 pm timings. Victims are advised never to use Dispirin but rather use Paracetamol while vampire bites only need lemon juice applied to the affected area and sprinkled with some salt too to undermine the effect.
Vampires are characterized by another trait, their teeth grow longer at night and they can’t help but smile. Nazia and Scrooge had started using straws on some old, loose skin just like on the oral communication sweet blooded prey, however, Scrooge had just got a teeth whitening treatment due to which he only preferred them to reflect light for the time being since he was inspired by a tooth paste advertisement.
What really had been annoying was her neighbour who smoked midnight onwards to her utmost furor and not that she would have preferred a smokers blood, she was making him suffer from slow death … she was drilling 0.25 mm holes in her jugular vein and draining him out on a fortnightly basis when one night she overheard him while he was running his daily chores in the kitchen, “Begum these mosquitoes have become very notorious, they bite me as if they are drilling holes in my neck.”
“You have lost your mind, you better concentrate on making the chapattis round,” she scoffed, “Pakhair raaghlay (you are welcome),” she continued in her native tongue.
This persuaded Nazia to make the holes bigger and invite more from the vampire community to feast upon him.
A fellow vampire had once revealed the process of freezing her preys with the help of the video she sent:
Classes on Sunday were not boring anymore especially when it was a course she liked, though the hectic routine of the night made her look impaled by victim blood reaction but no one noticed. Early morning caffeine intake used to settle her since the school canteen didn’t cater to the niche coffee consuming market or blood for that matter.
Mr. Sinclair’s Sunday classes were fun to attend with yawning faces and targeted jokes, however, it was outright disrespect for the teacher to have some student yawning right in front his very face and she abhorred it because vampires respect teachers, at least most of them. Mr. Sinclair also had a favourite student in class, the much awaited popular student who used to stalk Facebook at night and wake up late for class, he had more of those vampire attributes too but Nazia was sure to tell herself that humans could be as gone as vampires and that she needed not worry. The teacher always waited for him as he brought along some industry knowledge, not that everybody understood it.
“Get some beauty sleep now!’Nazia had to tell him the night before class while trying to apply this statement to herself but in vain, beauty sleep meant early morning hours or early night hours dedicated to bed for her.
She wished Toots could have taken this course with her and had been struck by a spree of nostalgia.
She was learning ‘Digital Vampirism’ in this course or at least she thought that way due to the very nature of being able to find the right target audience online while she preferred twisting the learning in her own interest. Vampires are passionate bloggers and stay up late at night often to blog also due to the ‘blogging vows’ they have made, however, not all bloggers are vampires. The teacher who taught her class about blogging in the elective ‘Blogging for Mankind’ was definitely not a vampire and she made sure he was kept out of the vampire vicinity.
“Helleow!!! We have to go to hospitals again to steal blood samples, platelets are in menu these days.” Read Scrooge’s text message one night.
“Yes let’s plan a day, in fact, a night to scare more house officers like we did before,” replied Nazia, "Listen ... have you watched Engro Rupiya's ad? Isn't it brilliant? But don't you think it's haraam (prohibited) especially when they linked it with Hajj?" asked she.
"Look who is talking about Hajj! A vampire! Muha ... muhaha .... well again ... muhahaha!" teased Scrooge.
"Hey I'm still more human than a vampire you still immature, unbranded vampires!" she scoffed.
Nazia really feared having known about herself by other mature vampires as they belonged to an elite community and made their presence felt in the much feared world, they also got hold of young vampires and branded them ‘Vampy’ on their wrists.
Similarly, vampires usually have this strong sense of smell which they use to locate other vampires. Nazia was thus feeling ‘vampyrations’, the recognition vibrations felt when another fellow vampire was nearby or trying to locate other vampires. She could not however smell back as to who was trying to locate her because she was still 75% human and the ‘How Cow’ accident (first episode) had affected the smelling sense and the vampire locator hormone.
Her phone buzzed, in fact, vibrated since it was crippled by the brand name, Sony Ericsson, the name was the only factor to reveal how pathetic the phone could get. Ok . . . ok, it vibrated . . . with a late night message,
“You seem like a vampire too! See you can’t hide from another vampire!!! Bloooooooood time!” it read.
She was dumbfounded at being discovered by another vampire and the fact that they were two now, Scrooge and now him both belonging to the same school she was going to and there sure would have been more female vampires. Vampires find each other …
… THERE IS NO ESCAPE!!!
Just when she was about to try to sleep there was a knock on the window …
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to anyone dead, undead, haunting or trying to live is simply a coincidence. Don't start assuming things, try educated guesses . . . =P
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