For me, it was after I had woken up from my slumber to find a woman examining my long, uniquely shaped ear. I noticed her ears were also of the same size. I tried to sit upright, only to find that i was sitting upright and further attempt to do what i was doing may prove unhealthy. I remember wanting to blink, but not feeling the need to. Before i could say a word, the woman quickly filled me in with all the details. She was my mother, i realised, and said hello. She asked me if i wanted something to drink. I said yes, and she took me deep into the forest which was where the vampire society of Kerala lived. Going further, we reached the fringes of human civilisation. My first victim was a 20-year-old woman with extraordinarily blue eyes. Being 19, I had the face of an innocent poor victim of parental abuse and my first victim decided that I would be a nice addition to her household. She asked me to come with her, but I declined and asked for a hug instead. She hugged me tight and I drank her blood. It tasted exquisite. One of my new-born friends describe blood tasting similar to hot chocolate, but I’m not sure if the comparison is valid, as I have not tasted the beverage myself. I felt no regret, no sympathy, not an ounce of guilt. This is what i am, i realized and accepted myself. No, veganism is not an option. Your presumption, dear humans, has always been wrong.
With a heavy sigh, she said hi again and asked me where i was from.
“Down South,” i replied.
“Kerala.”, i added after a moment of contemplation.
“What are you doing here?”, asked the beauty, giving me a once over.
“I’m taking a vacation. I just finished all my training.” I told her the truth.
“What’s your result?”, she enquired, her voice soft yet demanding.
“Haven’t been announced yet. Next year probably.” I replied
Now, I don’t lie. It’s against my moral principles to hide the truth. But in this case, the blue eyed princess was absolutely right.
I had got my result.
I’d always read that it was trying, not winning that mattered. So i gathered all my courage up and told her the blunt truth.
“I am lying.”
“I know that, bloodsucker. What’s your result?”
Forcing myself to ignore the insult i answered her question.
“So you failed!” she cried.
I kept mum. It is trying that matters, i said to myself. Moreover, twelve is a mark!
“Guess what, sucker?”
“What?”, i asked meekly, reeling from the shock of being called a bloodsucker twice.
“I failed too!”, she crooned, and seizing my hand began to run in circles, occasionally jumping high.