My Accidentally Delivered to the Wrong Address Package Pickup Girl is a Vampire
A My Babysitter's a Vampire wrong address package pickup AU
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Setting her nail polish down with an exasperated sigh, Erica gently picked up her phone and answered the call, cursing silently as some of the polish smudged against the inside of her ring finger.
"Look who finally decided to call after she completely ditched Whitechapel, huh?"
"Erica, don't give me that tone, you know that I need some time for myself after everything that happened. I didn't want this." Sarah sighed on the other end of the line, and Erica knew that her friend was probably rubbing her temples.
Friend.
Funny word to refer to someone who hadn't called in over two months. The two had always had each other's backs, at one point in time at least. But then Sarah had been bitten, then Erica, and their differing options on eternal life and hotness had caused them to grow apart. And then Sarah had freaked out after biting that one dumb nerd at school and had just up and left, without a word or even a 'sry' text to Erica afterwards.
"Where are you?"
"I'm…." Radio silence. "That, that doesn't matter right now. Listen, Erica, a package for me got delivered to the wrong address and I really need you to go get it. I've gotten in contact with the family who lives there, and they're willing to hand it off to you. Can you do that?"
"Great to hear from you, except, wait, it's only so I can do you a favor, right?"
"Erica, please. I'll… I'll come pick up the package next week. How does that sound?"
"Fine."
"Great, I'll text you this kid's number, and then I'll…. I'll see you soon."
Another long pause.
"I, I miss you."
Erica but her lip, choking back her instinctual quick 'miss you too!' response. Of course she missed Sarah. But she was also feeling that ache in her chest that started when Sarah disappeared coming back with a vengeance.
"See you in a bit then, I guess. Maybe, I never know with you." Erica ended the call as she felt the ache start to make its way to her throat and warm her eyes. She let out a shaky breath and when to set her phone aside when it buzzed once more, with the promised text from Sarah.
Benny Weir: 226-927-5625
32 Ravensmill Dr
Without responding, Erica clicked on Benny's number and sent him a text.
-Hey. This is Sarah's friend, Erica. When's a good time for me to get this package?
-Hey! I have plans at 7:30 tonight, but I'm hone until then! Feel free to stop by today if that works for you!
A glance at the clock. 2:15.
-Yeah, sure, I'll be over around 5:00.
-Sounds great! I'll be there :)
Switching on do not disturb, Erica tossed her phone onto her bed and took a deep breath. She had about three hours. That was plenty of time to finish her nails and grab a snack before heading over to pick up the package from this kid. Grabbing her remover, she wiped the smudged polish off of her skin, and then continued her afternoon activity of painting her nails a deep, deoxygenated blood red.
Wiping the corner of her mouth, Erica smiled and patted the man who was now fast asleep and most likely going to miss the bus on his head. A quick snack always calmed her nerves, and the man had been quite tasty. Nice hints of sweetness and an expensive cigars in there, like a fine wine. Glancing at her phone, Erica noted that the time was 5:03, and decided she better go pick up this package for Sarah. With a slight leap, she lifted into the air, and was at the address in a flash.
Brrrring
Erica crosser her arms and stared at the door of the house she had been sent to. It was a nice, solid dark wood, and the front porch was covered in a white portico with delicate woodwork. She tapped her foot. Where was this kid? He had said that he was going to be around. She pressed the doorbell again.
Brrrring
Whipping out her phone, she glanced back at her messages. The kid said he'd be available. She sent him a message alerting him that she was at his front door, then leaned against the front brick of the house and sighed.
Five more minutes passed. Still no response from the door or the phone.
Brrrrrrrrring
Fuck this, Erica thought when she still didn't detect movement inside the house. She noticed that a desire to find another snack was growing with her frustration, so, after sending the Benny kid another message, she stepped off the porch, ran a hand through her long, blonde hair, and began to stroll down the street.
-ohshit
The message came a few minutes after Erica arrived back home.
-I'm so sorry
-I didn't hear the doorbell
-I'll be paying more attention if you want to come back?
Erica scoffed and sat down on her couch. There was no way in hell she was going back out for this dumb package that her ex-friend accidentally sent to the wrong place after having just gotten back.
-What if you bring it to me?
She sent the message, not wanting to have to give her address to this probable creep, but she was feeling petty.
-Can we meet up at Lotta Latte tomorrow morning and I can pass it off to you then?
-Fine. See you there at 9:30.
Just as she was setting her phone down, it buzzed again.
-uhhh 11:30 instead?
Of course this kid wouldn't be up at 9:30. Fucking hell, she hated the idea that she would need to restructure her day for this.
-Fine, 11.
Throwing her prone across the couch, Erica sighed and closed her eyes. If only she had gotten into the traditional vampiric practice of meditating. This felt like a time at which it would be helpful.
Erica sat at a small corner table in the cafe and sipped at her black coffee. It was harder than one might expect to plan your days as a vampire. There was your basic, hiding as a human stressors, which meant that during the school year, she had to focus on books and classes and whatnot, her social reputation to maintain, as well as countless vampire ordinances to keep track of, that seemed to change daily.
No lethal hunting during daylight hours, please attend the monthly council meetings, just kidding; no lethal hunting ever, please only turn willing significant others, jk; lethal hunting is okay again.
She scowled to herself, trying to remember if lethal hunting was or wasn't currently allowed when the bell above the door rang, and a flustered-looking boy about her age wearing a blue and white striped polo and hair that stuck in every direction. He carried a small package, and Erica stood to meet him.
"Hey" she said, walking towards him from her table.
"Ah! You must be Erica." His eyes glanced her up and down quickly and he flushed lightly. "I'm Benny. Here." He awkwardly stuck out his arm to hand her the package, and she reached for it.
As Erica took the package from Benny, their fingers brushed.
Their eyes met, green and turquoise moving together like light playing on the ocean surface.
And the world seemed to still for a moment, despite the exhausted calls for cappuccinos and flavored lattes from the young man working the drive through window.
"You know…." Benny stammered as Erica retracted her hand and the package, both a heartbeat and an eternity later, "I could buy you a coffee. It's the least I can do for having disrupted your day like this."
"I've already got one." Erica gestured back at the table. "But, feel free to get something and come sit with me," she said, surprising not only Benny, but also herself. The boy stared for a second, then nodded enthusiastically, and headed over to see the barista.
The two sat and talked for hours, which, again caught both of them off-guard. Benny was surprisingly funny and kind, and even his geeky, slightly disheveled exterior became less of something that Erica scoffed at, and something she though was rather cute as time passed. There was also something about him that smelled fantastic. Not just anything, Erica knew that is was definitely his blood and as they talked, she realized that she had quite a few different appetites that were growing to a point of needing to be satiated as soon as possible. She hoped that maybe taking care of one of them would help soothe the other. She moved on hand across the table and placed it over the boy's. His cheeks reddened as she slowly moved her fingers over his skin and gave him a smile.
"It's pretty dead in here, you know. I don't think anyone would be bothered if you met me back by the bathrooms."
Benny's mouth fell open and he quickly moved the hand that was under Erica's over his mouth, his eyes wide. Erica stood, trailing her fingers up his arm and then on to his shoulder. She paused to lean down. "I'll be waiting" she whispered in his ear, and felt him shiver under her hand. She released the contact, and walked back to where the bathrooms of the café were.
She noticed that there was a small supply closet right next to the bathroom. She almost laughed at how cliché this whole scenario was turning out to be as she checked to see if it was unlocked. It was. She glanced back at the tables, and saw Benny glance down uncomfortably at his lap, gulp, then stand and walk over to Erica. She gave him a toothy grin, yanked open the closet door, and shoved him inside. "Look's like you're not too upset about this, huh?" she said, closing the door, and pressing against Benny, feeling his body against hers.
"No, I am all sorts of not upset," he stammered out, "In a dark closet with the Princess Leia to my Han Solo? That's kind of ideal"
"God, you're such a nerd" Erica growled, and pressed her lips against hers, kissing him with an intensity of all of her desires combined, and letting herself be flooded by the way he kissed her back.
-Fin-
a/n: ha you thought you were gonna get some smut there didn't you. Sorry I'm too gay to write that straight shit.