MY SOULMATE IS A VAMPIRE

"Rosalie!" The shout brought me back to reality. I looked at my friend, who seemed annoyed that I didn't respond when she was telling me a story. Then I looked at my surroundings, where I was, and the campus. Oh, it feels like I've been bored for so many years here; I need a new place to visit. "I guess you must not be listening to me." I just grinned when I heard my best friend, Mary, say that as she looked at me sarcastically. "Sorry, I'm just a little bored with my routine. Going to college, studying, and crying about life. Gosh, it seems like I'm too organized in managing my life," I muttered. "Why don't you try dating? A lot of our classmates have been going to date events lately," Mary said. I laughed out loud when I heard that. Oh, God is right; I won't touch love. I've suffered enough because of it; it killed my mother, and it turned my father into someone I don't recognize anymore. "No, thanks for the advice, Mary. I'll never date, ever," I said as I got up, heading to the library as usual. "I'm going to get a kick out of watching you fall in love one day!" shouted Mary. I just waved my middle finger at her in return, imagining if Mary's words were true. Ugh, I feel like throwing up. Clinging to a boy? That's not my lifestyle at all; I've been used to facing the harshness of the world since childhood. Maybe some students here would say that I have the perfect life. Perfect grades, achievements, a pretty face, and loyal friends. What's missing from my life? Of course, to them, nothing, but to me, my life is full of flaws. My broken family, debts everywhere, and the loss of my mother. What's more, I didn't get any love from my father like the others. I lived my life alone, with all my hard work. Really, it's sad. "Come here again? You Harvard nerd." I turned my head, looking toward the library guard's desk. There I saw one of the popular kids at Harvard, because of his good looks, of course. "At least because of that, I can keep my grades up, Jasper. It's not like you're busy looking for attention," I snapped as I walked back to my usual desk to study. Opening my laptop, I could see that it was already five in the afternoon. I was supposed to go home, but for some reason I preferred to stay in the library. I spent the rest of my time on campus reading books before starting an even more grueling day tomorrow. Maybe Mr. George will be annoyed if I asked for more novels in the campus library. Because I've read almost all of them, and today I found a novel that was quite enjoyable. In the fantasy-romance genre, this book tells the story of a vampire who kills a human but regrets it because it turns out he killed his own mate. I was so focused on reading that a guard had to come up to me to tell me that the library would be closing soon. "Gosh, it's already nine o'clock at night," I muttered as I walked out of the library. Even Harvard itself was very quiet. I hurried to the house that I bought using my own savings from childhood to get away from my drug-addicted and often drunk father. It's not far from campus, which is, of course, to my advantage. Along the way, I thought about what new activities I would try tomorrow. But it seemed that the situation was not favorable for me. When I reached the end of the road leading to my house, a horrible figure was not far from the streetlight, right where I was. The figure seemed to be hugging—no. It was biting someone's neck. Oh my god, was I hallucinating? But it seems not; the blood splattered on the victim's neck proves everything. Oh my, has the zombie virus started to spread? Why do my legs feel so numb? I can't move them! Damn, why is it that at times like this I'm helpless? Just as I was trying to move my legs, I stumbled and was forced to hold on to a streetlamp post. It made quite a noise, and it made the figure look at me. His eyes, which burned red in the night, made me freeze in place. Finally, is this the time for me to be gone? This explains all my troubles lately, I thought. As the figure let go of the human he was holding, I saw that the human was very pale, like there were no red blood cells left. Once again, it looked like my heart was going to break as I saw the figure right in front of me. "J-Jasper?" Congratulations! I've gotten the first invitation in line to take my own life. However, who wouldn't be surprised to see the person you know as a popular kid on campus? Standing right in front of you with his bloodied white fangs and red eyes. As he got closer and started sniffing me, I once again felt like my life had left my body. Ran away in fear as I saw Jasper approaching towards my slender neck that was plastered under the streetlight. I had given up and hoped that I would leave quietly. As I closed my eyes, I tried to be ready for whatever happened. However, until five minutes later, I didn't feel any movement. So, I ventured to open my eyes and found it deserted. Even the human lying on the road before was gone; there was only me under the lamp, alone. Okay, this is a bad sign, I thought as I ran towards home. *** "Rosalie! Are you okay? Did your father find you?" Mary asked. I reflexively shook my head; I still couldn't digest what happened last night. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep all night either, wondering if it was just a hallucination because I had just read a vampire book. Yes, I just realized that Jasper's figure last night was similar to a vampire. "Rosalie, are you busy?" I turned my head, looking at Jasper's hazel-coloured eyeballs. For a moment, I was stunned again, my mind reflexively replaying the memory of last night that I tried to throw away. "I won't—" "Sorry, I'll borrow your friend first," he cut in. Before I could finish my sentence, Jasper gave Mary permission and pulled me away from the crowd staring at us. With my heart beating so fast, I hoped that the reason he was pulling me towards the park wasn't because he wanted to continue his murderous intentions from last night. "Rosalie, I—" "I promise I won't tell anyone!" I shouted. Probably because of the loudness, everyone in the park turned around and stared at the two of us. Jasper, on the other hand, could only pat his forehead at my behavior. Don't blame me; who isn't traumatized by what happened last night? If there is, then it's worth being suspicious. "Rosalie, please open your eyes," Jasper said. I opened my eyes and looked at him, then took some distance. However, Jasper pulled me close to him again. "Can't you give me some space?" I asked. "No." Jasper was cold. "What do you want to say? Get to the point," I said. "I know what happened ... last night, it traumatized you. However, you need to know that it was an accident, so please. Can you hide it?" Jasper said. Okay, it looks like Jasper is trying to negotiate with me, but in an intimidating way. For a moment, I thought, why didn't he just kill me that night to eliminate witnesses? "Can I ask you something?" I asked. Seeing Jasper nod easily again made me wonder. "That night, why didn't you just kill me?" I asked. "I couldn't," he said. I looked up, looking back into his eyes, which had now turned reddish. Once again, I was stunned, just like that night. "Why?" I asked. "I told you I couldn't, and I don't want to explain. Because this is about my life too," he replied.