The Vampire's Revenge

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Zaan POV

I carried my backpacks and suitcases while wearing my sunglasses and a denim shirt with a brown cargo. I exited my room and entered the main room, where I discovered my housemates sleeping. They had a farewell party for me the day before yesterday, and everyone was inebriated. Sean rose up and rubbed his eyes as he opened his eyes. He was still suffering from the effects of the alcohol. “I could go by myself, while you relax with a cup of coffee."

He yawned and sipped some water. I don't drink alcohol because my other buddies were laying on the ground and on the sofa. In fact, I've never touched it because I believe it is harmful to one's health. After two years, I was returning to my hometown today. After that day, neither Kaya nor I contacted one other. But I keep an eye on what her pal Ashi is up to on FaceTime. She would share images of herself with Kaya, but her face would be obscured. I've attempted to move on and had flings with the other girls on and off. But I was having sensations and sparks with her. It had never happened to anyone else, and it didn't feel right to be in a relationship with other girls, as her comments constantly remind me. She would always be there for me. Sean stepped in wearing his shirt and trouser, interrupting my thoughts. “Where are you going?” I inquired, raising my brows. He shook his shoulders and walked out the door. I got closer to him and saw him get on his bike. “Come sit, I'll drop you off at the airport,” he offered. I gave him a kind smile and sat on his bike, my backpacks slung over my shoulders and the suitcase slung between us. We drove to the airport, where I dismounted and collected my belongings. I gave him a hug and said my goodbyes. He also stated something I didn't expect him to say. “Try to live your life this time,” he remarked with a sad smile, as he dropped me off on his bike. His statements stunned me, and it took a few minutes for me to regain my composure. He knew I avoided talking about Kaya, but this was the first time in two years that he did.

I took a deep breath and entered the airport. I took my seat in the plane after checking in and put on my earphones, dozing asleep while listening to the music. I felt my palm being tapped, and as I gently opened my eyes, I noticed a female standing in front of me. Her hair was dyed in various colours of red, and she was lovely. She was dressed in a blue hoodie and a pair of shoot pants. Similarly, she gave me a seductive smile and asked, "hey, could you sit with me there, that old man bothering me constantly"?, pointing to the other side of the row seats.

I turned around to see the old man sitting there, scowling at us. I nodded my head in agreement. She grinned and returned to her spot. I approached her seat after a few minutes and asked the old guy, "Excuse me, may I sit with my sister?"

I shrugged my shoulders as the girl was startled and flared her nostrils. The old man stood up and smiled at the girl before walking over to my seat. I sat down and removed my earphones. “Hey, I'm Ave from Delhi,” the girl added, keeping her hand on my shoulder. I couldn't understand a word she said.

“Were you speaking to me?” I asked, removing my earphones once more and c*****g my head.

“Hey, I am Ave from Delhi, thank you for assisting me,” she groaned, a phoney smile on her face. “I am Zaan from Chandigarh, it's okay,” I said as she pushed her hands forward to shake mine. She stroked her hand while it remained on my arms. Then she whispered seductively in my ear, "Can I get your number?" Before I could give her my phone number, she called. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the restroom. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked, jerking my hand. She walked up to me and kissed me on the lips. I began kissing her back, but something didn't feel quite right, so I pushed her away.

"What happened?" she asked, scowling. I didn't say anything and just walked away. I was overcome with guilt because it wasn't the first time I had pushed a girl. Kaya's face appeared in front of my eyes whenever I kissed any girl. I couldn't get her face, lips, or eyes out of my mind. I returned to my seat, and after a few moments, I motioned for that old man to return to his seat. Kaya's affection was impossible for me to overcome.

I returned to my city after a few hours. In addition, I took a cab to my residence. When I returned home, I felt at ease because it was like returning home. When I looked about, I noticed that the colour of my house had been changed from green to maroon, and that the furnishings had been updated to give it a more modern appearance. It used to be two-story dwellings, but today it's a four-story structure. My mother encircled me in a tight hug, her eyes welling up with tears. After two years, it was evident that I would return to my home. She'd become emotional, which made me feel the same way. My father gave me a hug and a pat on the back. Tears welled up in my eyes as I waited to see my family again.

Uncle Marco walked up to me, cleared his voice, shook my hand, and hugged me. “I am glad you are back and finished your studies,” he said. Then he handed me a present and said, "Open it." When I opened the box, I discovered a key. I asked him with a tilted head. “What is this?” you might wonder. “Go fetch your new bike from the garage,” he added with a smile. I leaped and hugged myself with joy. I dashed towards the garage, where I discovered my black and silver Royal Enfield motorcycle. It was exactly what I had envisioned for myself. I sat on it and rode to Alex's place, where one of my boyhood friends lives. He was astonished to see me when I arrived at his residence. His shoulders were big, and he had a sculpted nose and beard. “You are back,” he remarked, grinning from ear to ear. “No, my ghost is here,” I answered, rolling my eyes. We talked for a few hours after he was amused by my humour.

Then we decided to go for a spin on my new bike, with him sitting behind me and me driving. Due to heavy traffic and a van parked in front of us, we were forced to come to a halt. We waited for a few minutes for the traffic to clear. Suddenly, a young girl emerged from the house and picked up a kitten from the side of the road. Her face was obscured by her hijab, which she wore over her school uniform. Her black eyes were hypnotic, and they reminded me of Kaya's. She got to her feet and froze for a few moments. As though she had anticipated it.

I shrugged, thinking she was just another chick attempting to impress me. “Clear the way fast,” I screamed at the van driver, ignoring her. The girl dashed back into the van, turning her head once more, but her eyes were moist. Her look perplexed me since her eyes were the same colour and size as my Kaya's. I stopped for a moment, and she was about to vanish right in front of my eyes.