Rain

-Rain-

Number eight. I want my life back. I refuse to die yet.  Omi sat across from me.

“How do I stop this?” I asked.

“We are still looking,” he said. I sneered at him. Of course he is. He doesn’t have an answer. No one does!

“So, now what?” I asked.

“We’re still working on that,” Omi said. I snorted. Of course they are.

“Nice,” I muttered.  It’s not his fault. But it’s not helping.

I don’t know how I found him. It happened. I guess misery loves company or something like that. I took a sip of my bubble tea.

“How many months do we have left?” I asked. Omi counted up in his head.

“Thirteen months?” he asked.

“Close to a year, huh?” I asked. “Heh.” I set down the cup. Why am I here? Oh yeah, I don’t want to fucking die. So annoying.

“So what do you know?” I asked.

“Come look at this,” Omi said. He turned his laptop to me. I leaned in for a look.

“What is this?” I asked. I might as well have been staring at childish scribbles. The numbers made my eyes hurt.

“Oh, here,” he said. Omi reached over and clicked the screen. Another window popped up. Ah, much better. I scanned through the text.

“What is this?” I asked.

“All of the known vampire clans,” Omi said. I gave him a strange look.

“Vampire clans?” I asked. I read through more on the screen. What the hell was this? I looked up at Omi.

“This is a joke, right?” I asked.

“No,” he said. He sounded so seriously.

“Damn,” I said. We’re going to be killed by vampires? What was this a horror fantasy manga? I rubbed my forehead and groaned.

“What the hell, man?” I asked.

“That isn’t all,” Omi said. I stared up at him.

“There’s more?” I asked. He sat down in his chair.

“How much time do you have?” he asked. I looked at him, frowning.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I said, shrugging. Omi breathed out.

“Oh, good,” he said.

“Is it, though?” I asked. Omi didn’t say anything. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Sadly, this was only the beginning.