It might have been fun for her, but I was stirring, like down there.
Mary-Christine was still kissing me when Dorothy got real close. I heard their footsteps and the sound of conversation.
“…don’t care. It can’t be that difficult.” I recognized the guy’s voice as Jim Creary; he was one of ‘the six/seven’, so automatically already in Dorothy’s friend group.
“I don’t want to.” Dorothy replied.
Mary had stopped laughing, and was eavesdropping too.
“We don’t care, Dee.” Jim said in a hissy kind of way. “We need to find out what Alan saw in him. There must be some reason he kept him around.”
“But, Honey, I only want you.”
“It’s only a kiss, Dee. Do it and find out what he tastes like. We’ll know more then.”
There was a pause. “Okay. Only for you.”
“That’s my girl.”
There was a pause, which could only have been a kiss. Then I heard the coffee shop door-bell go, and assumed she had walked inside.
That was an eye opener- if ever there was one. I didn’t know what ‘the seven’ wanted to know about my ‘taste’, and although I kinda liked the idea of being kissed by Dorothy, I didn’t like the idea of being used.
I looked down at a silent Mary-Christine, expecting to have to explain the whole thing, but she had a serious look on her face.
“Don’t go in there.” She said. “Stay here with me.”
Oh crap, I thought. Jealousy had reared its ugly head within two days of me having two girls… marvelous.
“I mean it, Lyman. Don’t go in there. She’s going to kiss you, and taste your blood; that’s not good.”
“She’s going to kiss me, not bite me.” I tried to pull myself away, but she still held on tight to my jacket collars.
I was struggling with the whole situation, and it showed.
I thought of Dorothy licking Alan’s blood. She was in ‘the seven’, and now Jim Creary wanted her to kiss/taste me.
I did what any red-blooded male would have done.
I went for the biggest tits.
“I gotta go in, Mary. I said I’d be here.” I hissed at her. “I can’t stand her up.”
“Fair enough.” With a theatrical flashing of her fingers, she let my collars go. “Your funeral. Just don’t let her kiss you.”
I turned, and Mary grabbed my hat from my head. “Disguise.”
My red hair erupted on my head like the biggest afro in the world.
With more regret than I thought I’d be feeling, I walked to the coffee shop door.
The date was actually good fun, considering she’d pledged herself to Jim Creary just minutes ago. We chatted for a while, and I caught a few glimpses of Mary outside doing the shaky finger “don’t do it” sign, and trying not to laugh.
“Do you want to walk in the park?” Dorothy eventually asked.
“Sure.” I replied.
It was kinda fun, in a detached way, watching her maneuver her way to holding my hand, then sitting on a park bench, then going to kiss me.
I was totally all for stopping her, and asking why she wanted to taste me, but when she got close, and breathed on me, I was lost. I slipped my hand round her waist, feeling the underside of her breast on my arm. Within seconds we were necking, our tongues diving into each other’s mouths. I was utterly intoxicated by her.
Then, suddenly, she bit my tongue.
“Ow!” I yelled, and pulled away.
Dorothy screamed.
I ran my tongue round my mouth a bit, and it seemed to be all there, but she’d bit it hard. I could taste the blood in my mouth.
Dorothy on the other hand, did not react the way I’d thought she would. After the scream, she jumped up, holding her mouth, spitting on the sidewalk. “It burns, dammit!” Then she spat at me. “That burns you bastard!”
I saw Jim come running up to us. He wasn’t in a good mood. “What the fuck happened here?” Dorothy pulled him back from me, he was almost snarling. “What happened, Dee? What did he do?”
“It burned, Jim.” She almost sobbed. “It burned.”
Jim’s face paled slightly, and he backed off a few steps, helped by Dorothy’s pressure. “You stay the fuck away from her!” he spat at me, but the force of his presence was gone; it was now an empty threat.
He’d gone from confident ‘I’ll knock your head off’ jock to ‘we’ve got to get out of here’ scardy-cat in seconds.
The two walked away without looking back.
I sat flummoxed.
~ ~ ~
I don’t know who that pointy-toothed, blood sucking dork thinks he is. I’m not even as good a G D amoeba? Oh- in case you’re not offended on my behalf… be offended for yourself. ‘Cause he was talking about all humans. Not that it matters to me anymore but I was human at the time.
Wasn’t it enough that he’d killed my cat? Now I was expected to take insults too? Needless to say I didn’t want anything more to do with Alan after that. The next night he came back just like nothing had happened; I sent him away and kept the window shut, locked and secured with one of those wooden things you put in the slidey part.
But Alan McCartney’s jerky-ness was persistent; he came by my window every night.
And I could only keep the shunning treatment up for about a week before I caved. What can I say? It was a lonely summer.
The night I started talking to him again was the night things really got bizarre. He brought me a present. It is kind of a gross story but don’t judge until you hear the whole thing…
Alan was outside knocking on the glass; usually I’d just ignore him but this time I looked up. He had this little box-like the size you’d put a coffee mug in- all wrapped up in like Christmas paper. Bow and everything. His eyes were all sad and puppy dog at me, so I crossed the room and let him in.
To be truthful, I was really glad to see him. I’d missed that vampire like nobody’s business. But, I still totally refused to let myself smile at him. I had to fake it but I was determined to make him believe I was super mad still.
“I brought you something.” He said, holding up the box.
I totally pouted at him, “What is it?”
“Open it and see.”
Okay. Curiosity was getting the better of me. So, I grabbed the box and took it over to my bed. I still didn’t smile. Didn’t even thank him.
My mother taught me to make a wish as you untied a bow from a present. I closed my eyes and wished for something fancy, sparkly and expensive. Boy- was I way, WAY off.
You’re not going to believe this. Lying there, all curled up and dead was this gross, brown mouse. I freaked! I dropped the box, screamed and jumped up on my bed- like those old ladies you see on TV, standing on the table ‘cause there’s a mouse running around. That was me; ‘cept, of course, this mouse wasn’t running around.
So. Naturally- my parents bust in and they’re all hysterical because I’m hysterical. Soon as the door opened I realized that they were gonna catch me with this dude in my room in the middle of the night. You should have seen their faces.
My mom went for me, climbing up on the bed and putting herself in front of me like a shield. She was yelling stuff like “Stay away from my daughter, you pervert!”
Dad went right for Alan, arms out like he was going to rip him in two. But, Alan… Alan was a vampire.
I think you get what means.
Right there in front of me and Mom, dad’s head went rolling across the floor like bowling ball. Blood went everywhere, squirting in crazy arcs all over the place. I don’t know what Mom thought she was doing; I guess she was too freaked out to know herself. But, she jumped right off my bed and swooped up dad’s head like she was gonna reattach it. That’s when Alan got her.
It was over in seconds.
Their corpses looked just like two mannequins that had been taken apart. And there was blood everywhere.
I threw up all over my bed.
Alan came and got m
e. He pressed my head in between his hands, trying to get me to look at his eyes. All I could do was scream and try to push him away- not that it did any good.
“Calm down, Mandy Cross. This is a good thing; the best thing that could have happened to you….”
“The best thing?” I roared across the half- inch gap between our faces. “You just killed my parents!”
I didn’t get out the rest I was trying to say (like “you mother fucker; I’m going to fucking kill you”) because of the vampire pheromone he was hitting me with. The words stayed in my head, tumbling around like marbles in a can.
Next thing I knew, Alan pulled my face into his shoulder. Once the vampire stuff he sweats got to my nose, I went limp. Then, as I kept breathing it in, I went all the way from crying fitfully to grinding myself against him. I could totally feel that he was enjoying it, too.
“I want you to do something for me, Mandy Cross. Are you listening?”
I wanted to bite him. How weird is that? A human that’s just dying to bite a vampire? But, I could do nothing besides moan and nod my foggy head. He could get me to do anything at that point. And he freaking knew it.
“Taste this.”
Alan had the mouse in his hand. He bit into it until a bead of red popped up from the brown fur. He brought it to my lips. I can’t believe I’m telling anybody this- but, I did it. First I was a little shy about it; I just dabbed the tip of my tongue into it. Then Alan grabbed me by the butt and pushed me against him; he was so hard and I was physically hurting to get it.
So, I sucked on the wound and a bunch more blood came out. I don’t know how else to put it- it was like drinking sex. I’d never had an orgasm before but I did then; and I knew exactly what it was. No mistaking. It was the most powerful thing I’d ever felt. I almost fainted.
“And that’s just a fucking rodent,” Alan whispered so velvety; once his voice hit my ear I came again, “cats, dogs… they’re even better. The bigger the kill, the more exciting the flavor.”
Then he looked at the pieces of bodies flung out all over my room, “And you want to know what’s best of all, Mandy Cross?”
I almost started to squirm away, tell him off and just let him tear me apart too. But, Alan breathed into my face. It was like that stuff his skin secretes times ten-thousand.
Since they were my parents, I tried to say no. It was a pathetic try, though.
“I’m not a vampire.” I told him.
“Not yet…”
Alan bit into his wrist just like he’d done to the mouse. The smell of his blood hit me like a bouquet of roses. It was powerful and sexy and when he brought his wrist to my mouth… I couldn’t get enough. I sucked till my jaws were sore.
Then he swept up a bunch of my hair, holding it painfully tight. I’ll never forget the way he stopped- just for a sec- and looked me in the eyes. He was smiling like he’d just won a prize. I felt his fangs sink into my neck. The pain was freaking amazing; I never wanted it to end.
It did end, though. Kind of like a spinning ride that doesn’t just gradually slow down- instead it all the sudden stops and leaves you totally disoriented.
When he pulled back and looked at me his eyes were dark, evil. His smile was straight out of my worst nightmare. And I didn’t need a mirror to know I had the same dark eyes and the same wicked smile. That’s when I realized what had just happened.
I’d been changed.
Alan turned my head to make me look down at the bits and pieces sprawled over my bedroom floor. They weren’t anything to me right then; just body parts.
Blood. Food. Red pools, glistening all liquidy, made my whole body surge with hunger.
“Let’s celebrate your rebirth, Mandy Cross.”
Alan took me by the hand and stepped off my bed to where our feast was spread out. It was an all-out banquet.
~ ~ ~
Mary-Christine came over to the park bench and sat down. “Not what you expected to happen?”
I looked at her with a very blank expression. I was emotionally numb. “I sat through it all. But I still don’t get it.”
“I did tell you not to let her kiss you.” She crossed her legs and kicked the top one in some kind of weird rhythm. “Didn’t I?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I wasn’t really interested in her thoughts on the subject. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was feeling a bit physically listless, I would have stormed away. As it was, my stomach was beginning to bubble, and I felt a hurl coming on.
I looked at Mary, and she nodded in the sure knowledge that she knew what was happening.
“Turn your head left.” I did so.
“Throw up.” Oh, boy. I did that too.
It seemed to come from my toes, one huge gutful of everything I’d ate that day, straight onto the beautifully manicured grass at the side of the bench.
“How did you know?” I asked, but Mary had already grabbed me by the arm and was guiding me to the path.
“We have to walk.” She rummaged in her bag, and pulled out a can of what could have been cola.
I looked at it groggily. I was still walking, but beginning to struggle now, a headache was developing quickly, and I was feeling decidedly dizzy.
Mary-Christine opened the can, then forced it to my lips. “Drink. Trust me.”
I chugged the first mouthful, then almost spat it back out again. “It’s beer!” I protested. I had tried the usual American beer, but this was different; very thick, very tasty. I went to hand it back to her, but the gremlins inside my body had other ideas; for some reason, I suddenly decided that I need it, for whatever purpose. I gulped it like it was the sweetest nectar.
It was daylight, I was seventeen years old, and I was drinking BEER in public. In the arms of a cute sixteen year old girl! Man, my life had changed.
“It’s the yeast.” Mary informed me. “We found it real good for settling you down after what you went through.”
I turned to her as I tossed the can into a nearby trash can. Bang center- three points. “What I’ve been through?”
She turned me towards the exit of the park. “That’s for another day.” She closed the subject.
“No, no, you don’t.” I stamped my foot into the pavement and attempted a halting maneuver, but she just simply walked on, dragging me with her. She had some considerable strength in her small frame. “Ok, I’ll walk with you.”
“I’m taking you home.” Mary said simply. “There’s no time to explain now, it’s almost seven, and I have to get home. Mom will be pissed if I don’t.”
“Explain?” I asked, trying to get back into the script, but feeling overwhelmed.
“Tomorrow, be at my house at nine.”
“But tomorrow’s Saturday!” Although I didn’t like sports, I still kinda watched the football on silent television as I played music and vegged.
“You want me to explain, don’t you?” she grinned, and I was lost. She was cute. And it wasn’t just the alcohol talking.
We walked a fair distance in silence, then turned the corner to her house. She did the same step up onto her path and turned.
This time her tongue was in my mouth much quicker than before, and it lingered. Mine snaked round hers like two eels in an oily bag.
Tomorrow, nine o’clock.
When I got home, I was so tired; I fell asleep on top of the bed.
Mom came in when it was dark, and cajoled me to strip and get under the comforter.
No dreams.
Up like a lark at seven.
Mom gave me the weirdest look, but just watched me leave.
Mary-Christine was waiting by the gate when I arrived, just three minutes past nine, and with her infectious smile, I was instantly invigorated. The family SUV was in the drive, and we both got inside.
“Where are we going?” I asked, not altogether comfortable meeting one of her parents.
“Flagstaff.” She said as her mom approached, handbag, ready for shopping.
“What’s there that’s so important?”
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“Nothing really, you’ll have to wait and see.”
Oh, wonderful.
The next thirty minutes seemed like an interrogation. I was in the back seat, and there were no lights trained onto my eyes, but it was an interrogation sure enough. Her mom smiled, but behind the façade, the questions were solid.
What subjects? What music? How old? What do I want to be? My majors? What college? Alan McCartney? Dorothy Squires? Guitar? My dad in Unicorps?
Boy I was glad when we got to our destination in Flagstaff, and the SUV pulled up downtown at the old library.
I followed Mary-Christine inside and I quickly found myself at the microfiche section. She pulled a chair over so we could share a screen. It had been very quiet, and I was glad when she started to spill the beans.
“Let me do it my way.” She said. I nodded, just happy with moving forward, no matter at what speed.
She selected our local paper, the Gregor Newsletter, and began to flash through the issues. Slowing down, she lingered on a headline.
Local Student Drowns in Fishing Hole.
“March 2010.” Mary commented. “Do you remember?”
“I remember it pretty well.” I said. “It was all quite sad. Only child; Billy something. But he was two years above me, it meant nothing.”
“William Reid.” She said. “The parents left Gregor just days after; seems they couldn’t take the media hype.”
The next headline.
Reid Family in Tatters, Head for New Life in Nebraska.
“So what am I taking from this?” I asked.
“Just remember the basics; you’ll be taking a test later.” She grinned and spun the dial, and the screen raced past my eyes again.
Drunk Teens in Highway Collision.
I’d almost forgotten about that one. “Yeah, that was nasty. Car went under a semi. If I remember rightly, they were in a bad way.”
“That’s one way to say it.” Mary-Christine spun the control.
Highway Crash; Parents Ban Press from Details.
“The parents decided not to talk to the press in any way.” She put her hand on my knee. “The families both moved away immediately after the incident.”
“And what am I looking at here?” We were sitting very close, and her perfume was blowing me away. She had her hand on my knee. I looked down, her finger tips were literally twelve inches from my boner, and she wanted me to have cogent thought processes? “I’m finding it hard to concentrate.”
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