Once back in my dorm, I felt worse. Something had to change. I requested a few days off to consult with my grandfather—the elder vampire—on what to do next.
I grabbed a morning ticket to my village and by afternoon, I was standing at its gates.
This village is our vampire sanctuary, with few of us left around the globe.
The younger vamps, like me, blend into human society, thriving on animal blood, while the older ones retire here, away from the hustle.
Deep breath in, I stepped into the village.
No sooner had I entered than a shot put ball came hurling towards me. Weak as I was, my reflexes didn't fail me—I caught it mid-air.
It seems the elder vamps had adopted a new fitness regime—tossing shot puts at each other, much like humans playing catch with beanbags.
The last time I was here, they were into inverted running. These old-timers really know how to keep their spirits high.
As I walked, I greeted them warmly,
"Grandpa Mark, nailing the game as always!"
"Granny Anne, looking stunning today!"
"Uncle Leo and Aunt Naomi, still the power couple! Relationship goals right there!"
They all beamed at the praise; guess flattery works on vampires too.