Only when you realized you were duped, do things finally get clearer. – The Book of Tortured Souls
A high school teacher receives his students. As they sit in their assigned seats, the teacher notices a change in the atmosphere. He feels as if someone peeled off the ceiling and allowed the sun to roast his body. Vertigo sets in prompting him to sit in his chair. He grips his desk, scanning the students one by one until he arrives at the source of the problem. Out of twenty-three students, only one is watching him, his hands on the desk, fingers pointed towards the teacher.
“Good morning, class.” He manages to barely get out the words. Some students answer, others stare at him.
A bright female asks, “Mr. Winters are you alright? You look pale.”
The exhausted teacher weighs his options. Change the atmosphere and give his class outside of the room, or send the cause of his woes on an errand. He nods assurance to the worried student, pulling a pen out of his shirt pocket. He scribbles something on a piece of paper and staples it. “Jason, can you take this note to the librarian?”
“Sorry Mr. W, but I’d rather stay here.”
Mr. Winters notices Jason’s scowl of superiority. The drained teacher wants to take the student outside. If he had full strength he’d push the evil teen down the stairwell. Nevertheless, he recognizes the situation and decides to fight back. “Everyone, please turn to page 43 in your textbook.”
While the sound of page turning goes on, Mr. Winters pictures an invisible shield surround him. He then sneers at Jason who hasn’t taken his eyes off him the whole time. With his right hand the teacher makes a fist and with the left he points at the teen, careful to keep his hands resting on his desk. After a few seconds, Jason fidgets and breaks his stare.
Mr. Winters fights off a grin when he feels a reversal of energy as it takes place. Jason leans back on his chair, wipes sweat off his brow, and talks to the student next to him.
The teacher regains enough strength to proceed with the class, all the while grateful for having experience when dealing with psychic vampires.
I wonder why more writers do not take the time to explore the modern day vampire. It has been reported that psychic vampires favor night to day. Some spend much of their day soaking in other people’s psychic energy. The modern vampire stipends bits of energy from various individuals to avoid detection. Also, they enjoy being the life of the party. They tend to consume information and eventually pass it as their own. There are other interesting tidbits of information at our disposal about the psychic vampire. In the right hands, the modern day vampire may rival the mythical creature.
I leave you with this thought: there are dangerous creatures walking among us in the daylight hours. Not all evil breeds from darkness.
See you on the dark side.