The Lunch Incident

Tommy was hungry.

Not regular hungry.
Not “I forgot breakfast” hungry.
This was invite-the-entire-undead-population-to-lunch hungry.

“I DECLARE A FEAST!” Tommy announced, clapping his hands. “Everyone is invited!”

This was met with immediate approval.

Tables were set up in the great hall. Chairs were dragged across the floor. Someone knocked over a goblet and pretended it was part of the décor. Vampires slowly drifted in, one by one, talking about flavors, complaining about seating, and arguing over whether ketchup counted as soup.

Everyone came.

Everyone except Jack.

At first, no one noticed.

They were too busy arguing about seating, complaining about the lighting, and asking whether ketchup counted as a beverage.

Then Beak leaned back in his chair and smiled slowly.

“Has anyone seen curtain boy?”

Silence.

Forks froze midair.
Fangs stopped chewing.

Jack was missing.

Gasps echoed through the hall.

“He’s gone!”
“He fled!”
“He escaped before lunch!”

Beak’s smirk grew wider. “Face it. He’s human.”

The vampires murmured. Heads nodded. Someone whispered, “That explains the curtain.”

Later, Mira found Jack sitting near a window, staring outside like he was thinking very hard about running away.

“Why didn’t you come to lunch?” she asked gently.

Jack shrugged. “I can’t eat vampire food.”

Mira tilted her head. “Why?”

Jack hesitated. Then sighed. “Because I’m human.”

Mira stared at him.

Her eyes widened.

Then she fainted.

Jack waited. Counted silently. “Twenty-eight… twenty-nine… thirty.”

Mira sat up. “You’re human.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been lying to everyone.”

“Mostly,” Jack said. “Also improvising.”

Mira rubbed her forehead. “This is pointless. Everyone already thinks you’re human.”

Jack smiled slightly. “Thinking isn’t the same as proving.”

The next morning, while no one was watching, Jack carefully pressed a special plastic sheet over a large mirror in the hall. It was the kind that covered reflections completely.

Then he gathered a few vampires.

“Why does everyone think I’m human?” Jack asked innocently.

Tommy scratched his head. “You didn’t come to lunch.”

“That’s because,” Jack said confidently, “I’m a vampire.”

Beak scoffed. “LIAR.”

Jack turned to the mirror.

Nothing appeared.

No reflection.

Gasps erupted.

“He’s invisible!”
“So mysterious!”
“Such commitment to the undead lifestyle!”

Beak shrieked, “HE PUT SOMETHING ON THE MIRROR! HE HAS A REFLECTION!”

Everyone ignored him.

“Poor Beak,” someone said.
“Always suspicious.”
“Needs a hobby.”

Jack smiled.

He was still human.

But for now, the castle believed otherwise.

🌀 What Just Happened?

• Tommy declared a feast and invited every vampire… except Jack.
• Jack skipped lunch, which made everyone assume he was human.
• Jack admitted the truth to Mira, who fainted on schedule.
• Jack covered a mirror to hide his reflection and proved he was “undead.”
• Beak screamed the truth while everyone decided Beak needed a hobby.

📚 What’s Next?

➡️ Continue to Chapter 12 – Sleeping Is Very Suspicious