Chapter 38: He

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A/N: Double update 38-39

He

Rules:

1. Don't eat disgusting Burrito

2. Don't give her blood

3. Wear clothes

He repeated the guidelines in his head, while he waited for regular Obie.

He slammed his fist into the tiles.

Where's regular Obie!?

Repeating these rules was tedious.

He was only going to follow two of them anyway.

Regular Obie was taking too long.

He was feeling...feeling...

He needed a word.

Anxiety...defined as a particular feeling or state of apprehension and nervousness, which can produce physical changes; wilting, perspiring, palpitations, hyperventilation and etc.

The incapability to sweat eliminated the sign of perspiration and led him to other productions of anxiety. He wasn't hyperventilating, though his breathing was rushed and harsh. His heartbeat was steady and didn't fasten its pace. His breathing was ultimately stable and lacked of irregularity; except when he exhaled forcefully in frustration.

The vampire lacked the representation of the word "anxiety".

He symbolized the word "impatience" well. Impatient...the inability to endure a waiting period and restlessly eager for something to happen. Easily irritated.

He couldn't help it.

The vampire's blue eyes were pacing wildly towards the front door and the windows, anticipating regular Obie's arrival. After allowing his eyes to do the work, the vampire chased the backdoor to the front door and pressed his ears against each to catch the smallest sound; though he can hear it all.

He heard regular Obie's light grunts and curses as she rumbled through certain possessions. He's been hearing the same thing for hours, wondering when will he hear footsteps towards his direction.

She said she will return to him with clothes to conceal his body. He didn't care about the clothes as long as regular Obie was coming back to him.

He will have to go to her.

The sky was colored a dark orange, hinting the arrival of night.

He finally sat on the ground, awaiting for sundown.

His impatience reached a limit.

Behind him, the neatly set of house decor was in shambles. Previously, the green soft couches were perfectly situated against the walls, leaving walking room in the middle. In the middle was a tribal patterned vase with grayish dying stems, which can break by the slightest touch. The frames on the walls were positioned in two different height levels. One was higher than the other, then the pattern continued throughout the walls. The brown wooden cabinets were placed randomly in available spaces between the lounge chairs. Disks of white glass situated neatly on the shelves with golden spoons displayed ever so often.

The neat decor was manipulated by the vampire as a result of his impatience. The couches were split into two. One half was clashed deep into the staircase and breaching the basement. The others were sprawled out on the floor with springs and cotton textures flying out. Sprinkled on top were the white glass pieces. The cabinets were flipped upside down and broken in unimaginable techniques. All the pictures were hanging by one corner of the nail, swinging until they fell.

The sharp pieces were piercing through his skin as he sat, but his cells regenerated the injuries.

He growled, sick of waiting.

The vampire got on his feet.

He's leaving.

The vampire turned the door knob.

But...

Regular Obie told him to wait.

She didn't run away as promised.

He could wait for regular Obie to bring him clothes, so he'll stop disturbing her with his nudity.

He released the knob, unsure of what to do.

...

He had an idea.

A/N: Double update 38-39

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