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There were a lot of things that Shelby questioned within her short twenty-four years on this planet. The first of which was that from the age of five and onwards, she was alone. Alone in everything. Sure she had her mother, and the support of her teachers, even then her mother and teachers never really seem interested in Shelby’s hobbies or theories. In fact more times then not throughout her life, she’d be yelled at. This was apparently because, Shelby had her whole life with her head to far into fantasies and the stories she read. Never really spending enough time within the real world. Talking with real people. That was at least what her mother and the rest of society kept saying to her.
Though this never really deterred Shelby. Sure she couldn’t hold a job to save her life, and sure she’d rather spead all her time volunteering at the library, and researching cryptids over anything else. People were over rated anyways…Though sometimes. Just sometimes, she wished that she had friends, or even family that cared about her hobbies. There had been her dad but he…disappeared years ago. Death by werewolf. Or at least that what Shelby believed. Though within the small community she grew up in, many people lay claim that he was a neglectful drunk, and that one night he had just up and left or even died to alcohol poisoning.
She chose not to believe that though. No, she’d believe the story of him dying to a werewolf over what the townspeople had claimed. There was no way that her father could have ever been a drunk. Because if he was, then why? Why have a family? Why ever attempt to stick around, when it was all fake…
Shelby shook her head, she didn’t need a spiral right now. No, what was important right now was figuring what the hell Scott Smajor was. Because he surly wasn’t human. No, there was noway that her flatmate was human. There were just way to many things that didn’t add up to Scott being human and she had a bunch of notes with proof of it.
The first piece of evidence of Scott not being human came when she had first arrived at the flat complex. Shelby had just signed the lease with the landlord when she had a first glance at her new flatmate. He had been tall and lean, about six foot two, and dressed in all back, even black, clearly dyed hair. The only bit of colour that she had manage to gleam apon her first glance of him was a dark green shash that was wrapped around his waist. When she had asked her landlord who he was, all the landlord said was that He was her flatmate, and that he was grieving.
Now at the time, Shelby could understand. In fact she knew what was like to loose someone, so she had decided that her new roommate just needed some space. Though after few months to a year, he never really stopped dressing in dark colours. Most of his outfits were a base of some shade of black, accented by a splash of colour. Normally it would be some shade of green that made his beautiful outfits pop. Though there were two outfits that made her question things a little more then useaul. The first of these outfits had an expensive silk linen waistshirt, over top a red vest, layered by a black felt long coat paired with a set of black dress pants and shoes, with a silk made crevous to top everything off. The second outfit was an ungraded version of the first outfit, he still had a silk linen waistshirt and silk made crevous, though instead of a basic red velvet vest, this one was a blood red colour with mulitple golden button, underneath a very vampiric looking cloak.
Now under normal pretenses she would have thought that Scott was just really into cosplay, or even collecting old vintage clothing. After all she had made her fair share of cosplays over the years, and even worn them outside of conventions from time to time, if the outfit looked normal enough. However, him wearing these outfits wasn’t they only Vampiric choice that she had seen him make over the course of the five years that she’d been his roommate.
The second observation that Shelby had made, was the fact that there were no mirrors within the flat. Though, there was one in the bathroom, she rarely saw him go into the bathroom though. The few times she did manage to catch him in the bathroom, it was always when he had taken a bath, it didn’t help that she never saw his reflection in the mirror. It was blizzard though, how he ever managed to do his make-up without a mirror or a reflection.
The third thing that Shelby notice was off with her flatmate, was the lack of garlic in any of the meals he made, and whenever she cooked with garlic, he only ate a small portion. That’s to say that Shelby didn’t ask why he didn’t eat garlic, because she knew that there were such things as garlic allergies, and she didn’t want to jump to conclusions with anything. Though when had asked, he didn’t give an answer. However, when she had asked the question it had been years ago, back before she and Scott were in anyway close. Though knowing Scott, he’d like it remain a mystery. He had always been that way around Shelby, so quiet, so closed off, never really open to her. Even now after five years of knowing eachother, she still didn’t know his favorite dish, or why he refused to use garlic with anything.
Fourth, Scott hated sunny days. Despised them, more accurately. She really understood why, but anything to do with the sun, just made Scott in a bad mood. The time that Scott seemed to despise the most with the sun, was sunsets. Though when the sun disappears, it’s like Scott is a different person. He’s happier, more willing to engage with her, and her fantasies. It’s nice. Especially whenever fall hits, and she runs into him during his shift at her favorite cafe and makes her a free moka. Her favorite cafe was called The Overgrowth Cafe and the owner of the cafe, was the nicests lady ever. Her name was Katherine. She was so pretty….
Shelby blinked as she looked down at her notes. She had gone on a tangent again, while to make a serious list of the things that she had noticed about her flatmate. Huffing a sigh, she glanced out to the hallway to look at the paintings on the wall, there were so many oil paintings of both landscapes and one singular portrait of her flatmate, her flatmate’s dog Koda, and a man she’d never met. This painting was the only one in the house that was for one; a portrait, and for two; in the painting Scott was wearing, colour. His suit was a dark navy blue, while the other man’s was the same outfit that Scott wore whenever he was dragged out, forcibly by his friends, and by Shelby herself to go dancing at the local club.
Looking back down at her journal, she then added the fifth observation. That being the fact that alot of the art around the flat were paintings, and there wasn’t a single printed picture, not ones that she’s seen at least. She of course knew that there were pictures saved to Scott’s phone, she had seen pictures of the fellow dressed in black from the painting in the hallway as her flatmate had him as his lock scene and background for a while now.
Breathing in another sigh, she looked out the window, a raven had landed on the window’s trim and was pecking at the grout. It was a one of those days, where the sun was bright and beaming, the sunset colours were beautiful. Scott of course would have hated it. He always had. The raven, looked up from it’s feeding and directly at her. Shelby blinked as the raven gently pecked at the window, before letting out a soft caw and flying away.
That was another thing she could note. The absurd amount of ravens that visited Scott and her’s flat. The ravens were a constant around here, though at first she had just thought that it was because their neighbour two floors down always feed the birds left over bread. Though she soon found that the ravens never visited the little old lady two floors down, and instead seemed to enjoy the company of Scott’s gloom and doom. Scott for his part never seemed to mind the ravens company, though that was after a group of them showed up, because if it was only a single raven, he would start crying.
She never knew why only a single raven would make him cry and not a whole flock. However, she stopped questioning that awhile ago because after asking the first one hundred times or so, she didn’t get an answer. So she gave up trying to get an answer from him. Though what she did suspect was that a single raven was heavily tied to the death of the person he was greiving. She just didn’t understand or know why. All she knew was that the bird of death followed Scott like he was a plauge waiting to descend down onto a lone town.
The seventh note that Shelby made came in the form of how Scott spoke. He spoke with such a refined eleaqunce that half the time she couldn’t understand anything that he says. The first time that she had talked to him, it had almost seemed like she was some illiterate deewb and that he was some sophisticated nobleman with an agenda all his own. In fact the first time she had talked to him, he had simply shut down any flatmate bonding time activities that she had suggested to try and get to know him. That had hurt alot, she had cried in her room all night as a result to his indifference to her existence. She had even thought of leaving the flat and ending her lease night one.
Though, what had gave her hope, and made her want to try and stick though her lease, was two days after that incidence, Scott had not only apologized, but he had joined her out on the couch and had even suggested that they watch a movie together! She had never been happier in her life except that day. It was then that she had decided then and there that she’d give her grumpy and depressed flatmate a chance, and well she sure as hell didn’t regret it, one bit.
Now smiling, she eagerly wrote her eighth observation in bright pink pen. The eighth strange thing that she had noticed was that her flatmate, seemed to love games that would be something, a person in the last two centuries would enjoy, not someone of the twenty-first century would enjoy. Those games being chess and bingo. Now, that was not to say that she hadn’t seem someone play bingo and chess in the last three years or so that wasn’t Scott, because she had. However, many of the people she had seem playing these two specific games were older people at the park. This of course always made Shelby question Scott’s true age, because no normal, person from the twenty-first century found a night full of bingo and chess a fun night out, or even in.
The ninth thing that Shelby noted was that Scott seemed to really like folk music, or music that uses simple instrumentals. Shebly could recall the few times that she had managed to catch Scott listening to spotify that most of his favorite songs, used a guitar, or piano. In fact one of his most replayed song happened to be Come With Me by; Chxrlotte. When she had first heard the song, she couldn’t help but smile, that was until she realized that it was a love song and that whoever was the second song that the song was in reference to was no longer around.
The last thing that Shelby had noticed over the last few years that had really sold her on the whole, Scott wasn’t human thing to her, was the fact that the wine he drank, was wayyyy to thick and sryupy to be just wine. Though again when Shelby had asked, all Scott had said was that he liked it like that and that if she had a problem with him drinking it, then when he did drink, he’d do it in his room or at a bar. She could recall that she had firmly stated that she didn’t care that he drank and that as long as Scott didn’t walk out on her, then it was fine. It was also that night that she had opened up to him about the truth behind why she wasn’t a huge fan of people drinking and as to why she had been trying to get him to open up to him.
Shelby let out a short laugh as she thought back on that conversation, in which Scott had jokingly called his wine, blood because of how thick it was. Though, those words alone were enough to have her convinced that Scott Goldsmith was a Vampire.