Victoria-Vampire Girl, chapter 2
"I can't" I say after a while, though I can't deny the fact that I want to sink my teeth into his neck and... Man, I gotta learn when to stop.
"Your eyes are red again" he says tipping his head a little.
"I better go let Frankie and Tre back in. They'll freeze" I say, standing up and walking towards the heavy oak door.
"Don't" Gerard is suddenly by my side, resting his left hand on my right shoulder. My skin quivers at his touch.
"Your eyes are still red. I'll let them in"
I smile appreciatedly.
"Thanks"
He smiles back and brushes his black hair off his face.
"You're welcome"
I turn back into the living room and slump on the red velvet couch. Gerard hasn't moved; he's watching me, I know he is. Vampiric senses, they're a good point, though they're a pain sometimes, a real pain in the ass.
"Right, okay then" he says to my back and opens the door.
"Hey! Tre! Frankie! You can come back in now!" he looks round for them but there's no sign of either Tre or Frankie.
"They must've gone to the town" he says, though he probably thinks I can't hear him.
"Yeah, where'd they go to though? You have a hotel or something?"
"Yeah, we have a few rooms at the Golden Apple Inn"
"I went there for a drink once. Can't say I liked it"
"Well the guys and everyone like it so I guess that's where we stay"
"Yeah, I guess"
He sits down in the chair again, crosses his legs and looks at me. I get up and get a few logs from the store and throw them on the fire. I light it and warm my hands on it.
"It's not that cold" Gerard says, and shifts in his seat a little.
"I'm a vampire. My senses are more acute than yours" I say.
Yep, those vampire sense are a real pain in the ass. Everything's too hot, too cold, too spicy, and too mild. Takes a real fine balance to get them right.
"Oh well, I'll have to try it someday" I look at him. I know what he's getting at.
"I'm not gonna turn you" I say, bluntly.
"Why not? Does it weaken you or something?"
"No. But I couldn't live with it"
"Live with what?! It's not that awful"
"Live with knowing I made someone dependant on blood to live. You'd be better off dying, trust me"
He sighs and fiddles with his hair. I move back to the couch.
"Are you going to have a party though? I think the guys would like it, y'know, Mike, Mikey, Billie Joe and his family, Tre and Frankie. They'd like it I reckon"
"Well they wouldn't if... "
"If what?"
"If I got hungry stupid" I snap.
"And I take it those finely tuned sense wouldn't like it either"
"No they wouldn't"
"Oh, right... You could have a small one though if you fed beforehand right?"
"Probably, it numbs my senses a little. But I'm not going to turn you, so quit asking"
"Damn, how many times does it take 'til you crack?"
"Dunno, never bothered counting"
"Right... I better phone everyone, make sure they're alright, I think it was stupid to go down on foot but that's just me, anyway, where's your phone?"
"In the kitchen, by the toaster"
I glance over at the clock in the corner: 9 PM. Well that's good, sometimes this'll happen and before I know it, it's 7 AM and I need to get in the shade, pronto. Don't get me wrong, I can take a little bit of sunlight, too much and I'll burst into flames. Oh well, I never liked sunbathing anyhow.
I get the distinct impression that Gerard could talk the hind legs of a donkey. Either that or the person he's talking to could. I know I've seen them before, I just can't think where, damn my memory.
"Hey, were you gonna have that party Vicky?"
Vicky? What the fuck?!
"Um, yeah, why not?" I call, although I know why not.
"Yeah, that's great Billie Joe, yeah, real great... "
I flick the tube on and skip between channels.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap" I give up and throw the remote at the blasted thing. I don't think Tre damaged it that bad when he attacked it.
"No, not really. No, BJ, I do not want to know how many socks you've packed, nor do I want to know how many Tre's nicked and used as a personal condom!" Gerard cries, obviously horrified at what he's hearing. He slams the receiver down and walks back into the same chair.
"That was entertaining" he says, relaxing a little more.
"Yeah, I heard most of it. Billie sound like he could talk all day"
"He probably could. Tre and Frankie are okay, they're a little cold but they're okay"
"Yeah, I heard Tre was doing especially fine"
"God, he's probably gonna right a song about masturbating with socks"
I giggle.
"That would be entertainment" I chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess"
"So Tre's in a band then? They must be entertaining live"
"Of course Tre's in a band! He's in Green Day! They're one of the biggest pop-punk bands of the last fifteen years!"
So that's where I've seen them, I knew I had done somewhere.
"So he fronts it then?"
"No, he's the drummer. Billie Joe fronts it, damn awesome guitar player. Mike plays bass and backing vocals. I'm in a band too, you've probably heard of us, My Chemical Romance. I'm the singer"
"Um... No, can't say I have. I take it Frankie and Mikey are in your band then?"
"Yeah. Frankie's on guitar and my brother Mikey's on bass"
"Cool. I'll check you out sometime"
"Cool"
"What am I gonna do about this party though?"
"Um... Plan it. And-"
"Gerard, I'm not freaking turning you!"
"Why not? Don't you want company?"
"Yes and no"
"Well... Don't turn me then"
"If I don't you'll die"
He sighs and scratches his forehead.
"Please, please Vicky"
I groan and consider it. And what's with the name 'Vicky' anyway? Personally I prefer Victoria, despite the fact that it sounds too posh and pretentious.
"Not now. I'll think about it"
His face lights up and he punches the air slightly.
"Your eyes are red again" he says tipping his head a little.
"I better go let Frankie and Tre back in. They'll freeze" I say, standing up and walking towards the heavy oak door.
"Don't" Gerard is suddenly by my side, resting his left hand on my right shoulder. My skin quivers at his touch.
"Your eyes are still red. I'll let them in"
I smile appreciatedly.
"Thanks"
He smiles back and brushes his black hair off his face.
"You're welcome"
I turn back into the living room and slump on the red velvet couch. Gerard hasn't moved; he's watching me, I know he is. Vampiric senses, they're a good point, though they're a pain sometimes, a real pain in the ass.
"Right, okay then" he says to my back and opens the door.
"Hey! Tre! Frankie! You can come back in now!" he looks round for them but there's no sign of either Tre or Frankie.
"They must've gone to the town" he says, though he probably thinks I can't hear him.
"Yeah, where'd they go to though? You have a hotel or something?"
"Yeah, we have a few rooms at the Golden Apple Inn"
"I went there for a drink once. Can't say I liked it"
"Well the guys and everyone like it so I guess that's where we stay"
"Yeah, I guess"
He sits down in the chair again, crosses his legs and looks at me. I get up and get a few logs from the store and throw them on the fire. I light it and warm my hands on it.
"It's not that cold" Gerard says, and shifts in his seat a little.
"I'm a vampire. My senses are more acute than yours" I say.
Yep, those vampire sense are a real pain in the ass. Everything's too hot, too cold, too spicy, and too mild. Takes a real fine balance to get them right.
"Oh well, I'll have to try it someday" I look at him. I know what he's getting at.
"I'm not gonna turn you" I say, bluntly.
"Why not? Does it weaken you or something?"
"No. But I couldn't live with it"
"Live with what?! It's not that awful"
"Live with knowing I made someone dependant on blood to live. You'd be better off dying, trust me"
He sighs and fiddles with his hair. I move back to the couch.
"Are you going to have a party though? I think the guys would like it, y'know, Mike, Mikey, Billie Joe and his family, Tre and Frankie. They'd like it I reckon"
"Well they wouldn't if... "
"If what?"
"If I got hungry stupid" I snap.
"And I take it those finely tuned sense wouldn't like it either"
"No they wouldn't"
"Oh, right... You could have a small one though if you fed beforehand right?"
"Probably, it numbs my senses a little. But I'm not going to turn you, so quit asking"
"Damn, how many times does it take 'til you crack?"
"Dunno, never bothered counting"
"Right... I better phone everyone, make sure they're alright, I think it was stupid to go down on foot but that's just me, anyway, where's your phone?"
"In the kitchen, by the toaster"
I glance over at the clock in the corner: 9 PM. Well that's good, sometimes this'll happen and before I know it, it's 7 AM and I need to get in the shade, pronto. Don't get me wrong, I can take a little bit of sunlight, too much and I'll burst into flames. Oh well, I never liked sunbathing anyhow.
I get the distinct impression that Gerard could talk the hind legs of a donkey. Either that or the person he's talking to could. I know I've seen them before, I just can't think where, damn my memory.
"Hey, were you gonna have that party Vicky?"
Vicky? What the fuck?!
"Um, yeah, why not?" I call, although I know why not.
"Yeah, that's great Billie Joe, yeah, real great... "
I flick the tube on and skip between channels.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap" I give up and throw the remote at the blasted thing. I don't think Tre damaged it that bad when he attacked it.
"No, not really. No, BJ, I do not want to know how many socks you've packed, nor do I want to know how many Tre's nicked and used as a personal condom!" Gerard cries, obviously horrified at what he's hearing. He slams the receiver down and walks back into the same chair.
"That was entertaining" he says, relaxing a little more.
"Yeah, I heard most of it. Billie sound like he could talk all day"
"He probably could. Tre and Frankie are okay, they're a little cold but they're okay"
"Yeah, I heard Tre was doing especially fine"
"God, he's probably gonna right a song about masturbating with socks"
I giggle.
"That would be entertainment" I chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess"
"So Tre's in a band then? They must be entertaining live"
"Of course Tre's in a band! He's in Green Day! They're one of the biggest pop-punk bands of the last fifteen years!"
So that's where I've seen them, I knew I had done somewhere.
"So he fronts it then?"
"No, he's the drummer. Billie Joe fronts it, damn awesome guitar player. Mike plays bass and backing vocals. I'm in a band too, you've probably heard of us, My Chemical Romance. I'm the singer"
"Um... No, can't say I have. I take it Frankie and Mikey are in your band then?"
"Yeah. Frankie's on guitar and my brother Mikey's on bass"
"Cool. I'll check you out sometime"
"Cool"
"What am I gonna do about this party though?"
"Um... Plan it. And-"
"Gerard, I'm not freaking turning you!"
"Why not? Don't you want company?"
"Yes and no"
"Well... Don't turn me then"
"If I don't you'll die"
He sighs and scratches his forehead.
"Please, please Vicky"
I groan and consider it. And what's with the name 'Vicky' anyway? Personally I prefer Victoria, despite the fact that it sounds too posh and pretentious.
"Not now. I'll think about it"
His face lights up and he punches the air slightly.
