Not Again
"Go have some B positive."
"No."
Fuck. Not this conversation again.
"Jessica we have talked about this. As your maker, I…"
"I'm fucking starving, dammit!"
The scream echoed through the living room.
"You're in my house. You know my rules."
"You begin to sound just like my father."
Right… her father beat her, now I leave her to starve.
"Come here."
"Fuck, if you could just listen…"
"Come sit down and you listen to me!"
She did.
Eric was right, it works better this way.
"Jessica, you must understand. Going out hunting might seem as if it's in our nature… but it will only drive more hatred towards us!"
"Who gives a fuck!"
"I DO!"
A harsh answer.
He didn't look her in the eyes, but he could tell they were beginning to redden.
It's over now. He thought. She'll just stomp away into her room and calm down by tomorrow.
But no.
"Bill..."
"Hum?"
She was staring firmly at her knees.
"Did you have any children?"
An unexpected turn in the conversation.
He began to feel uneasy.
"Yes, I did."
None of them lucky enough to reach your age though…
"Wouldn't you have cared if you found them starving?"
"That… has nothing to do with it. It's not as if I had to feed them human blood."
His tone was cold but it caused a drastic change in her expression.
"Shit, I've just realized I've never heard you talking about your family before."
"Because there's no need for you to know anything about them."
Jessica, enough for the day…
"Okay, look. Forget about the blood" she rubbed her eyes. "It's just that…I think it's unfair."
"What?"
"The fact that you know about my past. You're my maker and you won't even let me know who the fuck are you!"
"That's not relevant. With time you'll learn to forget, like me. I lost everything."
"So Did I, Fucker!"
"It's hard." Comfort and encouragement weren't his strong points. "Changing is always hard, I guess..."
"It sucks."
There was true frustration in her eyes. But he perceived something more.
Loneliness.
A type of loneliness he could relate with for the first time in decades.
"We…we'll talk about my past some other night. Not now, it's almost dawn."
"Ugh, I'm off to bed."
She stood up and left.
Then, for a second he had the slightest feeling that this is what a Father-Daughter Moment would have felt like in a normal human life…
The kind of moment they thought they weren't capable of having while still alive.
xxxx
Author's Note:
This is set somewhere between the 2nd Season.
I made it implicit for the sake of the story's atmosphere… but basically I tried to show the idea that both Bill and Jessica had finally found what they lacked in their previous life: a teenage daughter in his case and a non abusive father in hers.
Hope you enjoyed it.