Three weeks. It's been three weeks since Gio… Giova… Giovann… he died. And I still couldn't even think his name. I felt like crap. A three week long hangover brought on by that… incident. And I looked like absolute hell. My eyes were sunken in and had dark circles under them. My cheeks, heck my whole face, no body, looked like a corpse's. But I just couldn't bring myself to make an effort to care. I knew it was stupid, somewhere deep down inside. That he wouldn't want me to be doing this to myself if he were here but he wasn't. He couldn't make me stop doing what I was doing. A part of me hoped that maybe he wasn't dead, that he'd come here alive and gripe about me not taking care of myself. That he'd smile at me one more time… But that was impossible. I'd never see him again.
It was a Tuesday, I think, and I was laying on the couch, as per usual, when there was a knock on the door. My mom wasn't home from work yet, so they'd just have to wait out there or come back later. There was no way I was getting up, come hell or high water.
The knocking persisted for the better part of 40 minutes and my patience was running thin. I was trying to count the bumps on the popcorn ceiling and the knocking was messing up the pointless task.
Oh my god. Make them shut up.
I slowly pushed myself off of the couch groaning as my bones creaked and cracked. I sounded like Rice Krispies. Once I was up I shuffled my way to the door acting every bit the 90 year old man I truly was, complete with scratching and coughing.
I opened the door.
And saw a wolf in human's clothing.
I growled. "Get the fuck away from me."
He cried, "wait," and stuck his hand in the door frame right as I slammed the door.
I'm ashamed to admit I got some sweet satisfaction out of causing him pain.
His next words made my heart leap up into my throat.
"He's alive."
I didn't need to ask who he was talking about. There was no doubt in my mind who he was talking about… but I was reluctant to believe him. Still I slowly opened the door and stepped aside to let the werewolf into my house. I hate to admit it but there was a simmering of hope in the pit of my stomach.
We walked in silence to the living room and sat down on the couch.
"How?" I asked unable to hide that hope in my voice.
He took a breath, "I carried him from the- where it happened and nursed him back to health."
If he was better, "why isn't he here now?"
"It's not safe. His dad wants him dead. He can't move at night."
"Is there a way to get him here during the day?"
The wolf stared off into space for a few minutes and hesitantly said, "I think so," with a stupid half smile on his face.
"Please. I have to see him. He'll be safe here. Please. I'll keep him safe," I begged sounding exceedingly desperate the longer I talked.
"Okay. I'll come by near enough to sunset. Hopefully it goes over without a hitch," if I had known it was going to be that easy I would have laid off the heavy groveling.
He got up and walked toward the door, me following like a puppy.
As he opened the door I looked at him questioningly, "What's your name again?"
"Wiccan."
I reached out and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you, Wiccan," I whispered.
He nodded and left without another word.
Giovanni was alive. And I'd see him tonight.
I wanted to jump around like giddy schoolgirl. I could hardly sit still all day. I would get all fidgety and start pacing. And when my mom got home I practically jumped her at the door smiling like a fool.
My mom just beamed, "Well, what's brought on this pleasant change?"
I hugged her tightly. Yeah, I was in a huggie mood. "He's alive." I said unable to keep the joy out of my voice.
"Who's alive?" she asked just as happily.
"Giovanni," I explained even though she had absolutely no clue who he was. "Oh and he's coming here today. He needs a place to stay for a couple of days. Can he stay here?" I asked at an exceptionally fast pace hoping to breeze over it like it was no big deal.
"Okay," she answered slowly.
"Thanks!" I was about ready to go in for another hug when there was a knock on the door. If this wasn't Geo, I was going to flip. There were a million flutterbies in my stomach waiting to buts through kicking and whinnying.
I opened the door to see Wiccan he just smiled and gestured to the thing with him. I burst out laughing and pulled it inside. It was a person, I think, somewhere in there, covered head to toe in those big black garbage bags. I said thank you to Wiccan and motioned for him to come in. He just shook his head closing my front door.
My mom gave me a questioning look and I just rolled my eyes, laughing as I began to pull garbage bags off the blob in front of me.
When the last was removed there was an indignant squawk of, "Jesus, I thought I'd never get out of there."
Then I jumped him. Not caring in the slightest that my mom was in the room.
We broke apart and he looked at me fondly. "Wow," he breathed.
I hugged him, nuzzling his neck and whispered, "I missed you."
My mom cleared her throat awkwardly and I turned around to face her. Geo's hands snaked around my waist pulling me close. Her eyes got as wide as dinner plates.
This would be a fun introduction. "Oh, mom, this is Giovanni, my boyfriend."
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yep, he's a vampire," I added cheerfully.
"A vuh-vuh…"
There was a light thud. Yeah… She fainted.
Geo fought back a smile. "You're positively evil. I like that."
I shivered, his words running over me like silk, although I had never gotten quite as much of a physical reaction from silk. "She'll get over it," I said matter-of-factly. She raised me knowing I was an angel. Finding out my boyfriend was a vampire would be a walk in the park, after sunset, of course.
He laughed, a deep seductive thing that sent a thrill through me and pulled me into a kiss. It was all tenderness. A soft caress, barely touching. A promise.
But I wanted more. Needed more. I quickly deepened it. Pulled him close to me. I wanted friction. I felt him smirk and he pulled away. I gave him a look that said we'd better be going to my bedroom in the very near future and he just quirked his brow at me.
"We better go to your room and take care of that," he smirked looking down to my screamingly obvious reaction.
"Shut up," I hissed embarrassed, but in total agreement with what he suggested.
At this time I'd like to point out that I can read thoughts now on contact. It's a nifty little ability that's currently allowing me to see that he want nothing more than to pin me down and plough my as- uh... make love to me big time. There was only one thought keeping him from acting on his urges. "Oh and I've been 18 for months," I confirmed. He visibly relaxed and gave me a look that was something between "you caught me" and "thank god."
I made to lead the way up to my room but was stopped once again by Geo. He put his head in the crook of my neck and for a brief second I thought he was going to bite me. But all he did was inhale my scent, simply holding me. It was sweet.
Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, but feeling like words were necessary I whispered, "I love you." The answer back was so beautiful and sincere.
"And I you, oh flower of mine."
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