I drove to work in silence. Just the noise of my tires on the pavement and my thoughts. I take the long way too. On my commute I can hide from the hunters.
The first couple of days I kept checking the readouts like they were broken. I even reached for the knobs and quickly put myself in check. The reminder of the onslaught from the time I wake to the time I go to sleep, is enough.
The constant high volume and all the spots in between that try to rip a slice off me. I’m kind of done giving myself over, the greatest power I gave the vampire was the invite in.
A few more days in and the sight and sound of them causes an aversion much like oil and water. My need has lessened but not their hunger. Water to a fire.