In this 50th century, humankind and vampires
co-exist. Now you may think how is that possible? Wouldn’t it be dangerous? No,
because most of them are “vegetarian”, they feed on animals’ blood. Its funny
how my great-grandfather used to tell me about people’s fear of vampires and
have stories about them looming the streets feeding on human blood. In our world, we were treated equally.
I am Cindy. A typical 18 years old high school senior in
Amsterdam High. I am the kind of girl no one would bother to take a second look
at in school because I am neither the hot cheerleader in the squad nor the
dancing maniac from the hottest dance club, the two most popular clubs in
Amsterdam High. But, you know what? It’s fine, I’ve never really been the “IT”
girl in school anyway. But I know deep down, I yearn for the attention. This is
why I studied hard in school because I am sick of living my life with my head
down. I want to make lots of money, be popular and marry a rich husband.
I am not completely a loner. I have a roommate, her name is
Maya. She’s just like me, or maybe a little on the geeky side.
Life was boring; The sky was in the same shade of blue. The
faces I see in school were the same. The topics they say didn’t change much
either. However, everything changed when I met George. He had the deepest set
of blue eyes, bronze colour hair and the most masculine body I’ve seen. He
looked like he belonged completely to another world different from her. He was
George. A vampire.
On the very same day we met, he asked me to be his
girlfriend. Captivated by his charisma I said yes and we started dating. He was such a sweet and caring boyfriend. He
would send me home everyday after class and treat me with such tender loving
care.
One day, while we were walking home, I saw a lady dressed in
luxurious brands from head to toe. It was hard to miss, especially with the
gold ring she was wearing. It was
beautiful. After dinner, I casually
asked George if he remembered the lady we saw earlier, and commented on the
gold ring she was wearing. We were both students, I knew he wouldn’t be able to
afford one, in fact, I wasn’t even expecting a present from him anyway.
“Surprise! Happy 18th birthday Cindy! “ George
exclaimed, and proceed to put on an oil-paper ring on my finger and said “
You’re mine now. Quick! go on and blow the candles! “ Even as I recall now, I
miss how simple minded we all used to be. I wore the oilpaper ring and danced
in circles as it was our first token of love. It was my happiest birthday to be
able to spend with someone who truly cares for me.
We dated for a couple of years. Honestly, I’d never thought
we’d last that long. Before my 21st birthday, I brought up the gold
ring we saw the other time again. This time I was determined that George get me
a present I wanted, after all it was my 21st birthday. I didn’t want
to be that simple 18th year old girl who was easily satisfied. I
didn’t know when it was that I had this mindset that “If a guy loves you
enough, he would buy expensive presents for you. The more expensive the gift,
the more it shows my importance in his heart” Being the loving boyfriend he was
I thought he would agree to my request, but he said no. He could not afford
such expensive rings. My heart was shattered and soon after I left him.
I didn’t want to live my life with someone like George who
was unable to fulfill my desires and wants. I was grateful and I loved him with
all my heart and mind. However, I want to find a rich husband who would shower
me with lots of presents and money will no longer be an issue.
Not long after, I met Jason. He was wealthy. Really
wealthy. Even though he was much older
and I didn’t feel the same way towards him like George, he was very nice and
took great care of me. 1 year into dating, we got married. He started becoming very abusive, and
restricted me from going out and asking about his work life or his friends. He
would come home drunk sometimes and begin hitting, accusing me of meeting other
guys. While we were dating, I knew he felt insecure because of our age
difference but it became worse after we got married. He became paranoid and
made trouble out of nothing. 6 months later when he got arrested for
embezzlement. Married life with him was unbearable and I filed for a divorce.
I went back to being single. Once in a while I would think
of George, and wonder how he has been all these years. If he met someone new?
Is he married? Where is he working? Does he have kids?
It was pouring heavily with thunderstorms. I was out on an
errand and who knew that I would bump into my first, probably my one and only
true love, George on this bad weather. He kindly invited me over for dinner.
Gleefully, I agreed, hoping that it may be a brand new start for us.
“DingDong” The doorbell rang. Walking out was a lady dressed
in a pink apron. Even though her hair was in a mess, I could still tell that
she was beautiful. I thought, who she could be because I have never heard
George mention having a sister. At the same instance “ Hello Hubby! I see you
have a guest! Welcome”, she greeted with a pleasant smile. My heart sank. All
hope was gone. She carried a little boy in her hands and introduced Billy to
me. The three of them were like the perfect family portrait. Even though I was
disappointed, I couldn’t help but be happy for him. I wanted him to live the
life he deserved. I was relieved he did not choose someone like me.
Over dinner, there were laughers and gossips. It was so
enjoyable. We exchanged contacts and he handed me a name card “ George
Willington. Journalist. “ It didn’t occur to me that he would become a
journalist. What was more surprising was that Jason Willington was his brother.
Their parents were divorced and both of them lived separately. Who would have
known since both of them have never brought it up to me?
It was one of those early mornings, I woke up exceptionally
early and I still have a few hours before work. It seemed like a perfect
morning, sipping my coffee with the newspaper in hand. Under the Lifestyle
section, I saw George’s column, it was not hard to notice because it was such a
huge spread. Excited, I read on. “ Diamonds, or rather money are a girl’s best
friend” … he wrote,“ In my entire life, I’ve given 2 oil-paper rings away. One
to my first girlfriend, and the other to my wife. Thankfully, my wife stayed
with me for long, and I told her that it was actually a gold ring in it and for
that I am glad. But I have also seen the reality amongst many girls. To my
first girlfriend that i have given my heart to, you really broke my heart” As
soon as I saw this, I ran into my room, picked up the dusty old box and
rummaged through the long untouched box for the oilpaper ring.
“I know I have it somewhere, but where is it?” Just then I
found it and I immediately unwrapped it, and indeed it was a gold ring George
had given to me on my 18th birthday, long before I asked for it for
my 21st birthday. I was torn apart and was crying uncontrollably
when Maya came out of her room.
“How could I have been so materialistic? Because of that I
lost him. I loved him. He was so special to me!”
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