Cabin in the meadow

For the first time in my life I didn't feel like a freak of nature. This also must be because of the fact I finnally met someone else just as I.

Even though I was upset about the fact of what had happened the night before I slept rather well with a smile on my face.

When I woke up I thought I was still at my home near Muiden. I looked around and almost forgot the horrid things that have happened until I remembered soon after that thought I was at the home of some vampire named Jeroen.

However Jeroen was not in the house. I got up quickly and grabbed my vest and was ready to make my leave. I didnt think I would be safe all by myself out in the world. Esspeccially in a home I don't know.

Before I knew it he would have gone to a town nearby and warned the guards or priests or whoever that I was here for some money.

I made my way out the door of this cabin like home, when I suddenly realised I didnt know where I was. The cabin is in a large opening of a thick forrest. A meadow with dandilions and life all around.

There was even a small stream that made its way through the large field.

I stood for a second to look at everything to find a way back or a way out of this place.

So then I started to make my way toward the forest. I know it will lead me somewhere. I was holding my vest and shoes as I ran hoping to be a while away from the area before putting them on. Who knows how much time I had. I couldnt trust anyone.

After a few footsteps further I heard a young voice yell out that send shivers down my spine instantly.
"Hey!"
That one second I thought I was too late and just froze there when suddenly I realized it was the voice of Jeroen.

I turned my head and saw him shirtless standing at least a couple hundred meters away from me in the small stream with his pants rolled up.

"Leaving already?" He said as he walked out of the stream.

"You could at least waited till after you ate before saying goodbye." He said right after with a sweet smile on his face.

I must have made the dumbest looking face ever from the shock a few seconds earlier. The chill still was running up my spine but was luckily fading. Within seconds he was standing at the door of his cabin motioning me to come back in as he walked inside. I smiled and then walked toward the door and made my way back in.

"Oh you’re staying? Shocking." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"Anyway were not going to eat much but I hope you like potatoes." He continued.

I didn’t realize how tan he looked out in the sunlight. I looked rather pale compared to him, I always worked inside the house when I still had one. But for someone his age, he had a nice physical body.

So we ate and talked some more about what happened the night before and about his life.

His parents threw him out of his home when he was around the age of 5. The orphanage didn’t want to take him in because he didn’t act or look natural. So he made his way through towns stealing and living off scraps until he started to get the urge of something more.

He explained that when he had this specific urge he just knew what to do. A woman was walking through the ally he lived in when he couldn’t help himself any longer. He bit her in the neck the same way I did and fed off her blood. He did mention he stopped when she became weak. He didn’t want to kill her and he was freaked out by the fact he even considered doing something like that. But afterward he felt more alive than ever before.

Apparently he was 20 years older than I and has been doing this kind of thing for quite some time. He realized that his age didn’t seem to catch up when he reached 30. He still looked like a boy of around 20 years old.

He showed me his birth certificate he had stashed away. I was astounded to see this.

"So it must be true that once we start feeding the age of our bodies’ just stops?" I said in a more asking kind of way.

"That is what it seems. I have no idea if this will last or not, or if it's just something that got passed along from my family." He answered.

"But years later I went back to my parent’s house to see them. My father was a priest as well and claimed to have never had a son. A few months ago I saw him again. He is much older, but he still damned me. He claimed I was a vampire and that I should burn in the fires of hell." Jeroen explained as he looked at his birth certificate.

"I knew there had to be more like me, so I went looking. Eventually I found you." He continued. He looked into my eyes as I must be the only person who understood him.

"There has to be something behind all this madness." I said
"We just need to look in the right places. So far we know priests are involved." I continued on about my theories.

We eventually came to the conclusion that we need to catch a priest and interrogate him.

But now we have enough time to just relax for a bit before we did anything.

Later that night I sat in front of the fireplace when he was already in bed. I started to cry about my mother and my aunt and uncle and cousins, how so suddenly the church can change your life forever.

For the fact that I was the actual son of that priest who had my family killed sickened me. And how killing him didn’t satisfy my lust for revenge, when suddenly I felt a warm arm wrapping around my shoulders. I looked up as Jeroen sat down next to me.

I wiped my tears as he pulled my face toward him. His sad eyes told me he understood what I was going through.

He leaned in as he gently placed his lips against mine. A warm cozy feeling surrounded me as I realized I have never been kissed before.

I never knew what love was like, or how it felt. But at that moment you just know.

Just by the beating of your heart when something like that happens, or that fuzzy feeling you get in your head, or that light feeling you feel in your stomach. I just knew, this is the man who will love me for who I am and not what I was.

"It's okay to cry every now and then. Boys can cry as well." He said softly.

He held me all night as I cried. I knew only a man who loves you would do that.

The next day we prepared ourselves as we were going to go kidnap a priest. I laughed when we said that out loud because it sounded like something out of a comedian novel. But we got prepared and made our way to a city close by.

Utrecht.