We were all sitting… just sitting, looking for something more interesting to do. In my house. Not too much to say about that. The room we sat in, my room, was average sized with an old but comfortable carpet. Most of us sat on it. My bed was worse-for-wear with broken springs jutting up at random places making it an uncomfortable sit. So we sat, thinking of our next grand adventure that was sure to get us into some form of trouble. I was accompanied by my sketch pad, like always, making detailed drawings of just about anything that came into my head. I vaguely heard Matt humming and didn't have to look up to know he was biting his lip. Stupid habit. And Blake, the only girl in the group, was spacing out while twisting random strands of her sandy hair, her eyes closed so no one could see the beautiful chocolate color.
"So… Delano," I heard Frank say from the corner of the room. Slowly I looked up, not quite wanting to stop my attack on the paper. My sapphire eyes locked on his green ones and we both just stared at each other for a couple of minutes.
"Yeah," I finally sighed.
"Whatcha drawing this time?" he asked being his nosy self. I just rolled my eyes and threw him my book. Frank always had to know what everyone else was doing. At the sound of the pages fluttering through the air Matt and Blake stopped their day dreaming and, instead focused on the sailing sketches. Frank caught it and flipped through the array of drawings until he got to one he didn't recognize. It wasn't the one I had been working on, but it was new to him all the same.
He stared mouth wide open at the drawing. It was a man, a vampire, not that you could tell that from the drawing… I had been seeing him every night in my dreams. He always appeared alone, but in the picture I had given him a dog for a companion. He had a stern, almost cruel look to him, but I found his eyes to be strangely lonely. So lonely and haunting. A few strands of his raven hair were always hanging in the middle of his face, a stark contrast to his pale complexion. The rest of his hair was tied back usually with a rope. I never paid much attention to the clothes he was wearing because honestly they just didn't matter. I could have drawn him in a burlap sack and it would have been okay.
Frank flipped the page and found a side view of the same man, this time licking blood off his newly whetted fangs. His cold grey eyes showing quite plainly that he still longed for blood. I'm pretty sure it was apparent that he was a vampire now…
A few more pages of the same man and Frank was done. He passed the book to Matt then lifted his gaze to me. "So Delano," Frank drawled, clearly amused, "stalk anyone lately?"
"No," I said indignantly lowering my eyes to the floor. "I don't even know if he exists." All signs point to no, vampire, yeah right. Even so, I felt my cheeks heating up slightly as Frank gave me a look. One that clearly said, "you're full of shit".
The book was at Blake now and I was subjected to another reaction. This time from Matt who sighed and shook his head while making a gentle but disapproving tch with his tongue. Blake paged through the images slowly. Stars were forming in her eyes and I swear there was a pile of drool collecting on the carpet around her. "Blake, you might want to close your mouth. I have enough stains on my carpet without you adding more," I pouted, only half joking with her. My carpet, while comfortable was in no way in danger of being mistaken for good quality. It was riddled with stains from paints and the occasional spilled beverage.
"Delano you like him," accused Matt.
"What!" I shouted shocked at my friend's accusation. How could I like somebody that wasn't even real? In spite of that reasoning, I felt my traitorous cheeks heat up again. And I'm absolutely positive it didn't go unnoticed by my friends.
"Yeah, De, it's pretty obvious you have some feelings for this man," Blake sighed dreamily. "And hey, he's definitely real."
"What?" Matt, Frank and I all asked in unison.
"Yeah, he has to be real. There's no way Delano could make up someone that hot."
"Thanks," I said feigning a friendliness I definitely was not feeling with a sickly sweet smile on my face. I watched, still trying to act pleasant as Matt looked down at his watch.
"Whelp, I don't know about the rest of you" he motioned to the three of us, "but I have places I need to be."
"At ten at night?" I asked skeptically.
"Yeah," he whined sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. Probably trying to figure out a way to leave without telling us where he was going. Well that wasn't going to happen. And he seemed to sense that. He sighed and finally caved, "I'm helping my Grandma. You know she hasn't been doing too well lately."
"Oh," the three of us said in unison. But really what could you say to that…
Apparently Blake had some ideas though because she was the first one to pipe up. "Well, if Matt can't go… I say we bag it for tonight." She got up from her spot on my blue carpet stretching languidly.
"Yeah, and besides, there will be other days to waste on our harebrained ideas." Frank said, quick to agree with Blake. He stood up and all four of us walked to my front door.
"Until next we meet," I said dramatically clasping each one on the shoulder. "Troops. Fall out!" I gave them a mock salute and watched as they trudged away rolling their eyes.
~FoM~
Giovanni awoke after having another premonition about his lover's day. H was now certain his little rose had been seeing glimpses of him too. He sighed thinking of how cute Delano was with his short chestnut hair and that adorable silver streak that made half of his bangs glisten like moonlight.
There was a knock at the door.
Geo, I'm coming in," called a feminine voice. Great just what he didn't need… He looked up as the fiery read head bobbed into the room with Wiccan, her fateful companion, following closely at her heels.
"Hello Chloe," Geo said curtly. Translation: go to hell Chloe.
"You're thinking of that human again, aren't you?" she accused.
Duh. "Aye, that I am. He's so beautiful, and smart, and independent. I want him. I want him so bad it feels like I might die without him."
"You've never taken an interest in luring pets here before. Why start now?" she questioned genuinely seeming curious.
Giovanni felt a swell of anger at her words, but tried his best to answer her calmly and rationally. "This boy, Delano, he's different than most. He is aware that I am alive and knows what I am. Yet… still he sleeps easily knowing he'll see the horrors that come with one of us in his mind every time he dreams."
"Well, that's all fine and dandy," Chloe exclaimed. "Just remember brother you must pick a pet soon or you will be exiled from this place. And something tells me you won't find another home quite as welcoming as this one." She stormed off slamming the door, trapping Wiccan with Giovanni.
"You know Wiccan, sometimes she even scares me. I don't know how you put up with her 24-7." Geo said to the werewolf as he made his way to the door. "Sorry to leave in such a hurry, but I simply must go watch over my delicate little flower." They didn't understand. He wanted a lover not a pet. He shut the door, leaving Wiccan in the room by himself.
The werewolf rolled his eyes, silver door handles insured that he was trapped until the stupid vampires remembered where he was. He huffed a sigh and plopped down on the hard floor to await his mistress's return.
~FoM~
I decided that I wanted to get to sleep early tonight to learn more about my vampire friend. I walked to my room and stared, as always, at my curtain less windows. They gave me the creeps. But I was too frugal to spend money on even a cheap pair of blinds.
I walked over to my closet and hurriedly got a pair of pajama pants out to sleep in. I pulled my shirt off and threw it on my floor- it's not like my room's that clean anyway- deciding to pick it up in the morning.
Something white moved. I saw it out of the corner of my eye. It looked like it came from outside. I quickly looked toward the window but whatever I had seen was gone… or hiding. I scanned my bedroom quickly, 'cause obviously that's the next logical place it would be… and went back to changing. Next step was ripping off my pants, stripper style of course, and quickly pulling up my PJ pants. And because I'm a bit paranoid I sent one last glance over to the window before climbing into my lumpy bed and snuggling into the covers.
~FoM~
Giovanni sat crouched on the second story window ledge, not having enough gumption to actually step foot in the house and face his love. So there he stayed, watching, as Delano changed, catching a glimpse of his nicely toned body in the process.
Once the young man glanced over at him but he quickly moved to the shadows. He watched as his love trudged over to bed and snuggled up warmly to his covers. He had never wanted to trade places with a blanket so bad in all of his life. Giovanni must have sat there for hours guarding Delano. Finally he worked up the courage to take action.
He tapped on the window.
~FoM~
I head a distant tapping, waking me up from my slumber. As I started to move it became louder and more persistent. I sleepily opened the window, trying to let my cat in. She was fond of spending time on the roof of my house, but didn't like to come in doors like a normal cat.
Too tired to keep my eyes open, I drifted off, leaving my window open. Before I was totally zoned out I felt the gentle compression of my bed as the cat came in my room.
~FoM~
Giovanni, slightly puzzled by his love's behavior quietly clambered in the window onto Delano's bed. He closed the window then started marveling at just how innocent of an angel Delano appeared to be. Shakily he reached a hand towards the boy's face and gently caressed the child's skin. At the cold touch Delano's skin seemed to pale and he gave an involuntary shiver. Seeing this Giovanni quickly tried to pull his hand back, not wanting to make the boy cold. To his surprise he was stopped by Delano. The child was holding his hand. And holding it tight. Giovanni looked, sure the boy must be awake, but he seemed to still be sleeping. And Giovanni was trapped.
The kid had strength.
No matter how hard he pulled to get away he couldn't. The boy would just squeeze harder. He's strong the vampire thought, but how is he this strong. Stronger than me.
Giving up his struggle, Giovanni decided the only thing he could do was get comfortable. He laid down next to the child and prayed that the iron like grip would relinquish before the kid woke up. He really didn't want to explain his presence first thing in the morning.
Thankfully, slightly before sunrise Delano's grip on the vampire loosened and he was able to pry his hand away and escape through the window. "I shall come see you again tomorrow, my flower." He whispered before closing the window.
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