My Ice Prince
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«People are horrible, stupid and narrow-minded! If it were up to me, I'd kill people like those guys in the first place! – I thought. – I'll have to ask Mary about what's going on with these people! Why the hell do they think I'm a stupid person?»
And then I realised why I hadn't noticed the attention before-Mary was occupying my thoughts, distracting me, and when she left, my mind turned to the world around me.
«My vampire hearing is the real enemy! Well, why am I hearing everything that's going on around me? It's just unbearable!» – I frowned.
Finally, I started to walk towards the house and my attention was caught by a man in a strange uniform knocking on the door of my house.
«It must be the postman! There's my parcel!» – I guessed and, quickening my step, I approached the postman.
– Good afternoon. Are you here to see me? – I asked him politely.
– I suppose I am. Are you Miss Misha Mroczek? – he asked with a smile.
– Absolutely, that's right. Do you need any supporting documents? – I walked up the stairs and opened the door.
– I would have given you the parcel anyway, but rules are rules» the man said, smiling good-naturedly.
– Then you'll have to wait until I find your passport.
I went into the house without inviting the postman in and found the passport. The postman looked at the document, made sure I wasn't deceiving him, gave me the passport and went down to his van to get the parcel.
When he walked into the hallway with a large box in his hands, I couldn't hold back a smile: how funny! A man helping me with the delivery of the blood of his own kin!
– Where should I put it? – He asked, with a flushed face: the box must have been very heavy.
– You can put it right here» I replied, pitying him.
– It's very heavy… I'm not sure that a girl so frail could lift it and carry it to another place. – He wouldn't let go of the box.
– Put it here, I don't live alone» I said insistently, so that the gallant man wouldn't stand like that.
The postman put the box on the floor with a clatter, gave me the papers to sign, wished me a pleasant day and left. I closed the door behind him, waited for his car to drive away from my house, and only then opened the box. In the box was a rectangular steel container with an interactive panel, and next to it was a note from my mum with the code to the lock. I entered the numbers and opened the lid: inside the container, in a thick mass of crushed ice, lay my
«What about Mary? What if she decides to try this 'juice'? What should I tell her? What a dilemma! We have to think of something before she comes back!» – I thought.
After all, it's so natural: Mary might see packets of fat-cheeked red tomatoes with the Polish inscription «Sok pomidorowy» on them, decide to try it, open one of the packets, pour the juice into a glass, and instead of juice it will pour out…
What can I think of?
I tapped my fingernails on the fridge, thinking of something plausible: I couldn't let Mary see that blood and find out I was drinking it. In the end, after much deliberation, I decided that I would just ask her nicely not to open my «juice» packets-she was a decent girl and wouldn't poke her nose where it didn't belong.
While Mary was away, I decided to move my clothes from her wardrobe to my room, but it didn't take me long, so I had to sit by the window for about an hour, waiting for my neighbour to arrive and listening to what was going on around me: all the English conversations gave me a pleasant feeling of something new and unusual.
At last I saw Mary walking hurriedly towards our house, and I sighed with relief: it is very boring to wait for someone.
The door opened, there was a commotion in the hallway, and then Mary came into the living room with a large bag in her hands.
– I'm home! I went to the supermarket to ask if you'd been in, but they said you hadn't» she said, setting the bags on the floor. – I bought everything!
– Oh, I think I really forgot to go in there! – I pretended to be embarrassed, but I was immensely surprised by Mary's enthusiasm: she had bought the groceries herself! How embarrassing! I had absolutely no intention of buying anything!
– That's what I thought, so I bought it all myself. Don't worry, you too: tomatoes, cucumbers and apples, only you have to give me the money for that.
– Thank you for your concern, Mary! – I exclaimed, but in my heart I sighed unhappily.
I took a hundred pounds sterling out of my purse and put it on the table.
– I won't have change» Mary said, surprised.
– Change? – I asked.
– Well, yes, it's a lot more than you owe me.
– How much do I owe you?
She smiled.
– Nine pounds! – Mary laughed merrily. – I'd forgotten that you came from Poland! Is everything so expensive there?
– Yes, very expensive» I said, though I had no idea if it was true.
I had never bought groceries and didn't even know how much they cost. And I had never had much to do with paper money; I just transferred money to bank accounts.
– I'll give it to you when you change it. – Mary grabbed the bags and headed for the kitchen.
I followed her.
– What's that empty box in the hallway? – She asked, taking the groceries out of the bag and putting them on the table.
– I was just going to tell you about it: my parents sent me a parcel with a very important medicine» I said, helping her take out the groceries.
– Medicine? – Mary froze for a second with a baguette in her hands. – Are you sick?
– Yeah, I told you I'm allergic to almost everything. So I take a special medicine, and it's really nasty.
– I feel sorry for you. They used to give me castor oil when I was a kid, and it was disgusting!
I went to the fridge and opened the door.
– You see, these packets contain my medicine» I explained to Mary.
– Why do they look like tomato juice cartons? – she wondered.