Victoria-Vampire Girl, chapter 4
Woohoo!
It's finally my birthday!
Yes!
Gerard is busy downstairs, putting banners up, baking several cakes, getting Frankie and Mikey to pick the food for the buffet up, setting the table, wiring up a stereo...
He's been up most of the night, god knows how. He's probably been drinking coffee by the bucket full. He told me he doesn't do drugs or drink so it won't be that. Oh well.
I pad down the stairs, and when I get into my living room, I'm amazed. It's covered in banners and balloons and presents. Wow, Gerard must think I'm special. Either that or he just wants me to turn him. If he keeps going on like this I might just do that.
Stupid automatic reflexes.
Whenever I get close to someone, I always end up biting them.
Stupid reflexes.
"Hey, you're up then" he says as I step into the kitchen.
It's a mess, I can say that at least.
He's managed to get cake mix everywhere. And apple sauce, chicken tikka masala, chocolate spread and sprinkles.
"Gerard, have you ever cooked for more than four people in your entire life?"
He blushes slightly under the smudges of peanut butter and flecks of cake mix.
"And do you even know that you put the lid on the blender before you start it?" I say, looking at the topless machine, covered in some pink goo, which is spread around most of the room.
I roll my eyes.
"Let me do it"
He steps back, and I put the lid on, then press the blue button.
"Ohh... thanks"
He looks at me and smiles. I smile back.
I feel my canines grow sore, and I can tell my eyes are going red. Gerard has a strange look on his face. Instead of asking me if I'm going to bite him, he simply grabs a piece of beef steak and shoves it in my mouth...
Ah, the tasty goodness of raw meat...
After a while, my teeth retract and my eyes turn green again.
"Thanks"
"No problem. What are friends for?"
My eyes sting, even though it's become physically impossible for me to cry.
I look at the clock. 8:59.
One minute before everyone gets here. One minute and three hours till I'm one-hundred and eight. I think I read somewhere that vampires only live one-hundred and eight years unless they feed on their birthday. Great. Now I'm really screwed.
"Gerry! Gerry! In here now! I think they're here!" I call. I smooth my black dress (lace and taffeta with silver accents) and fiddle with the crystal hair clip partially holding my hair in a fancy up-do.
Gerard sticks his head round the door. His face glows.
"What?" I ask at his expression.
"It's just... you look so... beautiful"
I feel my cheeks glow red, and my eyes start glittering.
There's a knock on the door, I flick the lights down and everyone troops in, handing me the occasional present.
Billie Joe has a beer in each hand as he talks to me, his voice already slurred.
"So... how old are you tomorrow?"
"I'm gonna be eighteen"
I sense Gerard look pointedly at me as I say it. I ignore him and carry on talking to a very drunk Billie Joe.
Mikey gets bored of whatever music Gerard's been playing all night and switches it to something slow. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just that everybody else has someone to dance with (they all brought their girlfriends, and if they're single they'll probably just mope around getting more and more drunk). So there it is. Mikey and his girlfriend, Alicia I think, Frankie and his girlfriend, Gerard on his lonesome chatting to Tre who's also very drunk, possibly stoned, and on his own, Billie Joe and Adie, Mike and Brittany, Ray has buggered off somewhere, probably with Bob getting drunk even though numerous interviews say they don't.
To my surprise, Gerard stands up, and starts walking towards me.
I look at the pointedly.
"Oh come on Vic. Being over one hundred years old doesn't mean you can't have fun" he says, slipping his hands round my waist. I look at the clock.
"10... 9... 8"
"Huh?"
"Second to my birthday. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... "
"Birthday kiss!" Gerard exclaims childishly.
Oh great.
He kisses me, and when we break apart, my head snakes to his neck. My fangs grow, my eyes go red... and I sink my teeth into his neck. I see several people looking at me but whatever. When I sense him go limp, I let him drop to the floor.
And everybody else runs out, screaming like headless chickens.
Even though headless chickens can't scream, but whatever.
I dash into the kitchen, and cut my finger with the razor.
"Gerry!" I shake him to a brief consciousness, and I force him to drink.
And shit, I wasn't planning on this.
After that, I don't do anything else. I lay on the couch and sleep.
Hopefully, he'll be fine.
"Vic... what- damn, my head hurts!"
Gerard rubs his head and neck, then he feels the puncture wound on his neck.
"Am I ?"
"Shut up, and eat this"
I throw a chicken leg at him. Not that it's necessary, there's just a lot of food left over from last night.
"So... are you gonna answer my question?" he garbles through a mouthful of chicken.
"Yes. You are a vampire"
He runs forward and hugs me.
When he puts me down I smile.
And I know I'm not alone anymore.
It's finally my birthday!
Yes!
Gerard is busy downstairs, putting banners up, baking several cakes, getting Frankie and Mikey to pick the food for the buffet up, setting the table, wiring up a stereo...
He's been up most of the night, god knows how. He's probably been drinking coffee by the bucket full. He told me he doesn't do drugs or drink so it won't be that. Oh well.
I pad down the stairs, and when I get into my living room, I'm amazed. It's covered in banners and balloons and presents. Wow, Gerard must think I'm special. Either that or he just wants me to turn him. If he keeps going on like this I might just do that.
Stupid automatic reflexes.
Whenever I get close to someone, I always end up biting them.
Stupid reflexes.
"Hey, you're up then" he says as I step into the kitchen.
It's a mess, I can say that at least.
He's managed to get cake mix everywhere. And apple sauce, chicken tikka masala, chocolate spread and sprinkles.
"Gerard, have you ever cooked for more than four people in your entire life?"
He blushes slightly under the smudges of peanut butter and flecks of cake mix.
"And do you even know that you put the lid on the blender before you start it?" I say, looking at the topless machine, covered in some pink goo, which is spread around most of the room.
I roll my eyes.
"Let me do it"
He steps back, and I put the lid on, then press the blue button.
"Ohh... thanks"
He looks at me and smiles. I smile back.
I feel my canines grow sore, and I can tell my eyes are going red. Gerard has a strange look on his face. Instead of asking me if I'm going to bite him, he simply grabs a piece of beef steak and shoves it in my mouth...
Ah, the tasty goodness of raw meat...
After a while, my teeth retract and my eyes turn green again.
"Thanks"
"No problem. What are friends for?"
My eyes sting, even though it's become physically impossible for me to cry.
I look at the clock. 8:59.
One minute before everyone gets here. One minute and three hours till I'm one-hundred and eight. I think I read somewhere that vampires only live one-hundred and eight years unless they feed on their birthday. Great. Now I'm really screwed.
"Gerry! Gerry! In here now! I think they're here!" I call. I smooth my black dress (lace and taffeta with silver accents) and fiddle with the crystal hair clip partially holding my hair in a fancy up-do.
Gerard sticks his head round the door. His face glows.
"What?" I ask at his expression.
"It's just... you look so... beautiful"
I feel my cheeks glow red, and my eyes start glittering.
There's a knock on the door, I flick the lights down and everyone troops in, handing me the occasional present.
Billie Joe has a beer in each hand as he talks to me, his voice already slurred.
"So... how old are you tomorrow?"
"I'm gonna be eighteen"
I sense Gerard look pointedly at me as I say it. I ignore him and carry on talking to a very drunk Billie Joe.
Mikey gets bored of whatever music Gerard's been playing all night and switches it to something slow. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just that everybody else has someone to dance with (they all brought their girlfriends, and if they're single they'll probably just mope around getting more and more drunk). So there it is. Mikey and his girlfriend, Alicia I think, Frankie and his girlfriend, Gerard on his lonesome chatting to Tre who's also very drunk, possibly stoned, and on his own, Billie Joe and Adie, Mike and Brittany, Ray has buggered off somewhere, probably with Bob getting drunk even though numerous interviews say they don't.
To my surprise, Gerard stands up, and starts walking towards me.
I look at the pointedly.
"Oh come on Vic. Being over one hundred years old doesn't mean you can't have fun" he says, slipping his hands round my waist. I look at the clock.
"10... 9... 8"
"Huh?"
"Second to my birthday. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... "
"Birthday kiss!" Gerard exclaims childishly.
Oh great.
He kisses me, and when we break apart, my head snakes to his neck. My fangs grow, my eyes go red... and I sink my teeth into his neck. I see several people looking at me but whatever. When I sense him go limp, I let him drop to the floor.
And everybody else runs out, screaming like headless chickens.
Even though headless chickens can't scream, but whatever.
I dash into the kitchen, and cut my finger with the razor.
"Gerry!" I shake him to a brief consciousness, and I force him to drink.
And shit, I wasn't planning on this.
After that, I don't do anything else. I lay on the couch and sleep.
Hopefully, he'll be fine.
"Vic... what- damn, my head hurts!"
Gerard rubs his head and neck, then he feels the puncture wound on his neck.
"Am I ?"
"Shut up, and eat this"
I throw a chicken leg at him. Not that it's necessary, there's just a lot of food left over from last night.
"So... are you gonna answer my question?" he garbles through a mouthful of chicken.
"Yes. You are a vampire"
He runs forward and hugs me.
When he puts me down I smile.
And I know I'm not alone anymore.
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