Inspired by :
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I also own nothing. That is the lovely rights of Rachel Caine… who I currently wish was the sister I have who is also named Rachael… just a different spelling haha :p
Enjoy!
Fangbanger. That's what she was, according to the people of Morganville. A fangbanger. Someone who sleeps with a vampire, but is actually human themselves. They're seen as a vampire sympathizer, someone that thinks that vampires aren't the soulless, demonic, creatures that the rest of the town think.
That's exactly what Eve was.
Of course, she never planned for this to happen. She never planned that she would fall in love with a vampire – when she fell in love with Michael Glass, he was a human in the high school where she went. When she started dating him, he was a ghost (but pretended to be human at first) but then he turned into a vampire.
She wasn't going to give up on him; she loved him. Even if it meant that she was dating a vampire, she didn't care because it meant that she could be with the person she had fantasised about being with since she was about 12 – every girl in the playground wanted to kiss him, and, as the years progressed, slightly smuttier things. Yet she was the one who had managed to snare him – and thankfully he loved her back. She wasn't leaving that, oh no!
So what could she do? She had to accepting that she was dating a vampire, someone who would never die, someone who drinks the (forcibly donated) blood of others in this town.
"Oi, fangbanger!" people who didn't like her (Which was, unfortunately, most of the town… but normally they didn't say it) yelled at her as she passed in the streets, besides when the college kids were around. Some people didn't say it; some simply looked at her in disgust or averted their gaze when she smiled or waved at them. Most people didn't want to be associated with someone like her, someone who banged a vampire.
She didn't care. She had all the people she needed in her life; her boyfriend, the vampire, Claire Bear and Shane. That was all she needed.
Fangbanger – that's what Eve was.
And she didn't care one bit.
Well… t'was random, but when the inspiration hits you (and it isn't too often for me, nowadays, hence the shitty chapter updates for most stories) you have to grab it when it's hot… and it's nice to write short drabbles every now and then!
Apologies for any discrepancies in tense or whatever... it's like midnight and I probably should be asleep but I couldn't so I wrote!
Please review!
Vicky xx