Victoria-Vampire Girl, chapter 3
"Now, do you want red or purple balloons?" Gerard asks.
Man, he's only just met me and he's planning me a freaking birthday party. Man, there must be something about me that people just love. Wait there is-he just wants me to turn him, then after that he'll bugger off somewhere and I'll be left all alone once again. This really blows, being an immortal vampire. Really does.
"Neither" I say, flicking through a party planning magazine Gerard picked up this morning when he went into town.
"Hey, I want cake"
"That's to be expected" Gerard says, throwing down the magazine he's reading and picking up another.
I spot a huge chocolate one and my eyes widen. I may be an undead vampire, but I still love chocolate.
"That one" I say, stabbing the picture with my finger.
"What one?" he asks, looking up from his magazine.
"That one" I say again, slamming it one the coffee table and pointing to it.
He raises an eyebrow but goes along with it anyway.
"Would you prefer blue, silver or green balloons?"
"Blue, black and silver. No green. Don't like green"
"Right, okay... "
I flick through the pages, then put that one back and get another.
"This isn't really appropriate, but what am I gonna wear?"
"No idea. Get a clothes catalogue or something"
He doesn't look up. In fact, he looks rather engrossed. I wander over and read over his shoulder, then sigh when I see what he's looking at.
"Lingerie catalogue. How original" I tease.
"Yeah, it is isn't it?"
I grab it out of his hands, and shove another party planner in front of him.
"Aww... stop spoiling my fun" he moans, but I sit down again and shove the catalogue under the seat. We flick through them in silence for around twenty minutes, then Gerard breaks it.
"I think you should invest in some of those" he looks at me, and I throw the magazine at him.
"Shut up!"
"I don't want to. You asked me what you should wear, and I'm telling you"
I sigh, shake my head, then stand up and head into the kitchen.
"Where're you going?"
"To get a drink"
"Of what?"
"Apple juice"
"Oh. Are you-"
"Ask me that once more and I'll kill you"
I'm pretty sure he took that as a yes. Sometimes he can be so stupid. I go into the kitchen, fight the urge to pick up a razor, get a carton of apple juice out of the fridge and go back into the living room, taking long gulps and resting it on the coffee table.
"So... what else d'ya want? Food and drink wise?"
I think for a moment.
"Alcohol" I say, then take another gulp of my juice.
"Wait, you can't drink legally yet"
"I'm gonna be a hundred and eight Gerry, that's ninety years over the legal limit"
"Oh yeah... we're in England aren't we... but the problem is, you only look sixteen, seventeen at the most"
"Fuck it Gerard, it's a private party and besides, you can drink in your own home from the age of five so there"
"Wow, whoever passed that law had loose morals"
"Exactly. So alcohol... vodka, tequila, do your friends like Jack Daniels? I like Jack Daniels" I say, all in one big rush. I gasp for air, then when Gerard gives me a weird look, I say "It was a long sentence!" in exasperation.
He nods his head slowly and really exaggeratedly, as if to say 'Of course it was you freak' only in this case, 'vampire' would be used instead. Or maybe 'freakish vampire', I don't really know. Then again, I don't really care. We sit in silence once again, then Gerard stands up and paces the room, glancing in the mirror once of twice, before stopping in front, picking at his hair and asking;
"D'ya think I should cut my hair?"
I don't really take much interest in this, but to sound like I do, I simply reply,
"Yeah, why the hell not?" Then I rebury my head in the magazine and browse the liquor pages.
"Maybe we should get some sweeter stuff. Like cherry brandy or chocolate liqueur or something"
"I don't drink anymore"
"Oh. Well... if I turned you, you could drink again you know"
"Meh. My liver's probably too fucked up to cope"
"Fine. But that doesn't mean to say I will. It's just you're a willing victim and they don't come around very often"
"Oh. Right. Better me than no-one, huh?"
"Yep, indeed"
He raises an eyebrow at me and I raise one back.
"So how old am I meant to be anyway?"
"With all the booze? Let's say eighteen"
"Yay! Adulthood!"
"It's not all great y'know"
"I don't care"
"Maybe you don't"
"When should I have it then? Saturday?"
"Yeah. On the day"
"Cool"
I drain the apple juice, and put it in the bin in the kitchen. I spot the razor again, and before I know it, I'm pulling up my sleeve, and fingering the old scars and the cut I made last week. Then I hear Gerard stand up in the living room (I told you vampiric senses were both good and bad) and push my sleeve back down.
Man, he's only just met me and he's planning me a freaking birthday party. Man, there must be something about me that people just love. Wait there is-he just wants me to turn him, then after that he'll bugger off somewhere and I'll be left all alone once again. This really blows, being an immortal vampire. Really does.
"Neither" I say, flicking through a party planning magazine Gerard picked up this morning when he went into town.
"Hey, I want cake"
"That's to be expected" Gerard says, throwing down the magazine he's reading and picking up another.
I spot a huge chocolate one and my eyes widen. I may be an undead vampire, but I still love chocolate.
"That one" I say, stabbing the picture with my finger.
"What one?" he asks, looking up from his magazine.
"That one" I say again, slamming it one the coffee table and pointing to it.
He raises an eyebrow but goes along with it anyway.
"Would you prefer blue, silver or green balloons?"
"Blue, black and silver. No green. Don't like green"
"Right, okay... "
I flick through the pages, then put that one back and get another.
"This isn't really appropriate, but what am I gonna wear?"
"No idea. Get a clothes catalogue or something"
He doesn't look up. In fact, he looks rather engrossed. I wander over and read over his shoulder, then sigh when I see what he's looking at.
"Lingerie catalogue. How original" I tease.
"Yeah, it is isn't it?"
I grab it out of his hands, and shove another party planner in front of him.
"Aww... stop spoiling my fun" he moans, but I sit down again and shove the catalogue under the seat. We flick through them in silence for around twenty minutes, then Gerard breaks it.
"I think you should invest in some of those" he looks at me, and I throw the magazine at him.
"Shut up!"
"I don't want to. You asked me what you should wear, and I'm telling you"
I sigh, shake my head, then stand up and head into the kitchen.
"Where're you going?"
"To get a drink"
"Of what?"
"Apple juice"
"Oh. Are you-"
"Ask me that once more and I'll kill you"
I'm pretty sure he took that as a yes. Sometimes he can be so stupid. I go into the kitchen, fight the urge to pick up a razor, get a carton of apple juice out of the fridge and go back into the living room, taking long gulps and resting it on the coffee table.
"So... what else d'ya want? Food and drink wise?"
I think for a moment.
"Alcohol" I say, then take another gulp of my juice.
"Wait, you can't drink legally yet"
"I'm gonna be a hundred and eight Gerry, that's ninety years over the legal limit"
"Oh yeah... we're in England aren't we... but the problem is, you only look sixteen, seventeen at the most"
"Fuck it Gerard, it's a private party and besides, you can drink in your own home from the age of five so there"
"Wow, whoever passed that law had loose morals"
"Exactly. So alcohol... vodka, tequila, do your friends like Jack Daniels? I like Jack Daniels" I say, all in one big rush. I gasp for air, then when Gerard gives me a weird look, I say "It was a long sentence!" in exasperation.
He nods his head slowly and really exaggeratedly, as if to say 'Of course it was you freak' only in this case, 'vampire' would be used instead. Or maybe 'freakish vampire', I don't really know. Then again, I don't really care. We sit in silence once again, then Gerard stands up and paces the room, glancing in the mirror once of twice, before stopping in front, picking at his hair and asking;
"D'ya think I should cut my hair?"
I don't really take much interest in this, but to sound like I do, I simply reply,
"Yeah, why the hell not?" Then I rebury my head in the magazine and browse the liquor pages.
"Maybe we should get some sweeter stuff. Like cherry brandy or chocolate liqueur or something"
"I don't drink anymore"
"Oh. Well... if I turned you, you could drink again you know"
"Meh. My liver's probably too fucked up to cope"
"Fine. But that doesn't mean to say I will. It's just you're a willing victim and they don't come around very often"
"Oh. Right. Better me than no-one, huh?"
"Yep, indeed"
He raises an eyebrow at me and I raise one back.
"So how old am I meant to be anyway?"
"With all the booze? Let's say eighteen"
"Yay! Adulthood!"
"It's not all great y'know"
"I don't care"
"Maybe you don't"
"When should I have it then? Saturday?"
"Yeah. On the day"
"Cool"
I drain the apple juice, and put it in the bin in the kitchen. I spot the razor again, and before I know it, I'm pulling up my sleeve, and fingering the old scars and the cut I made last week. Then I hear Gerard stand up in the living room (I told you vampiric senses were both good and bad) and push my sleeve back down.
