"The year is 2907. Today is the 27th of December. Admission of patient no. 307 on December 17th. He is now under treatment by Dr. Jonathan Key."
The tall, sloppy doctor standing in front of me had just listened to the tape (or whatever it was called today) and was now staring at me.
I was sitting in a normal crumpled chair with my wrists tied to the armrests and my ankles chained to the legs of the chair. I wore plain white pants and a dumb hospital gown like that.
They didn't seal my mouth, as they usually did, because I should be able to talk to the man.
While he continued to listen to the tape, he eyed me.
"The patient seems to be mentally confused. There is still no definite cause for his chronically red eyes to be found. He himself claims to be a vampire. Apparently he is 1005 years old."
"1008!" I hissed softly.
"He refuses to eat normal food or to spend more than 2 hours in a room with a stranger.
He had a strong tendency to bite suddenly and is in more than good physical condition. He has already injured two employees, which is why he has to be handcuffed for every treatment. "
Got to. I huffed contemptuously.
How frivolously people use such words.
Shortly afterwards the recording was finished.
There was a table in front of me, matching the chair, and on the other side, across from me, there was a seat for the gentleman.
He spoke briefly on the sound carrier that he was now starting the treatment.
He didn't take his eyes off me while he spoke.
I could see myself in his mind.
A handsome young man with fiery red hair, blood red eyes and a hungry look. Pale, as if I hadn't seen sunlight since I was born, and yet he was pale with envy. He would have liked to be in my place.
And he thought I was mad. Now he sat across from me, only to cross his arms and stare at me. Still...
I didn't move. How should I? I was tied up.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked instead in a calm voice.
A barely noticeable twitch went through his body.
At the sound of my voice, he immediately felt the need to answer me.
"Because they're staring at me," he countered, also in a calm tone. I laughed half-heartedly.
I looked him straight into his human blue eyes.
"You're a bad liar, Key. I know what you're thinking."
I smiled dryly.
"Oh yes? And that would be?"
"You are wondering who I really am. Who is behind the madness and the crazy brains. Maybe I'm just the dear boy next door. Or a highly gifted student. Maybe I ran away from home."
His face fell asleep.
"Just ask." I asked, still in the same calm tone.The hypnotic effect of my voice was enhanced because the room we were in was completely empty, except for the table and the two chairs, and thus a slight echo was created. Of course, the doctor doesn't notice.
He smiled relaxed and adjusted his glasses.
"All right-" he said. "Then I'll ask."
Now I was curious what question his human brain would spit out.
"What's your name?"
Original.
"Edward Mason," I reply calmly.
"Good, Mr. Mason. How old are you?"
Two such imaginative questions, wow!
I had to grin.
"008 years. I was born in 1899."
He sighed and pinched his nose with his forefinger and thumb.
Would have been too easy too, he thought.
He sighed again and then looked at me again.
He had a new tactic.
"Mr. Mason, if you are really as old as you say, what have you been doing all this time? I mean, 1000 years is a hell of a long time. And why do you still look like 18?", The sound of his voice was skeptical. He looked at me questioningly.
"It always disappoints me to see how ignorant people are. Even after all this time.
You have never thought that there is anything other than you, have you? Something else ... The thought ... that it's not all about her. That they don't play the main role in their own play. "
As I spoke, I kept a half smile on my face. The look on his face was kind of funny.
"Um ... you evade my question," he mumbled in reply. He had lost some of his relaxation.
"Question 1 would certainly take a long time to explain. And question 2. Well, as you already know from the tape, I'm a poor lunatic who firmly believes he's a vampire." I smiled at him.
He quickly raised his hands in defense.
"I never thought you were a madman!"
"Then why am I here?"
Again he was silent. It was quiet in the room for a long time.
Only after 10 minutes did he dare to speak again.
"And the answer to the first question? I have time. Just tell me.", He said, now as shy as a little boy.
I looked him straight in the eye, nailing him firmly with my gaze.
"I hope you have strong nerves. From the beginning? Or just the most important?"
"U-uh ... from the beginning, please."
He quickly switched on the sound carrier. On recording.
So I told him about myself. He thought I was crazy anyway, so what the heck.
"I was born a human. February 4th, 1899. Every vampire, even purebloods, are somehow born human. My mother's name was Janet Mason.
I didn't get to know my father until much later. According to my mother, I had a brother. I wasn't really interested in it, because it wasn't there.
My mother works a lot and often. She was a nurse in the city hospital. She died of Spanish flu when I was 12.I came to the home. When I was 18, I went to the army and killed for the first time. "
"The first time? That means ..."
I looked at him. My cold, dull gaze was reflected in his.
"I am the murderer of many innocent people."
He turned pale.
"Keep telling me," he muttered.
I paused briefly to see if he still had something to say and then continued:
"It was during training. A comrade of mine had injured himself. There was dirt in the wound, we marched, so I cleaned it up by sucking the blood and spitting it out together with the dirt. Unfortunately, I drank something and the vampire in I woke up, killed my comrade and ran away.
I ran far, very far, and for a very long time. Especially through a lot of forest. Until I finally got to a small town. Her name was ... Nightville .... "