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Chapter Two
"Guess what I stole tonight before we left?" Tara says excitedly, as we scoot into my car. I scowl at her; I ought to have known she would have done this. Tara has incredibly sticky fingers; I can remember, in school, Tara would steal items all the time at random; Pencil sharpeners, pens. In her defense, her mother was pretty much an absent figure in her life. "I took some of their shit. Let's try it."
I put a hand on my forehead, feeling how sticky and flushed my skin is. "Some of what?"
"Their shit." And then, I immediately get it; She pulls open her messenger bag and produces a bottle of True Blood. She shakes the bottle at me, and just the sound of the red liquid sloshing against the glass alone is enough to almost make me gag. "O-positive, baby," she sings wickedly. Then she cranks it open and takes an inquisitive whiff. She cringes in disgust and squirms in the seat. "Fuck, Sook! It smells so bad! How do you think they can possibly drink this stuff?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "Maybe 'cause they're vampires?"
"All right. Here goes." Tara braces herself, and raises the bottle to her lips. I stare at her, breathless. For a moment, I start to think she's not gonna go through with it- I certainly hope she isn't- but then she completely and utterly surprises me. She gulps down a huge mouthful of True Blood, and shudders. Hell, even I shudder and gag, and I'm not even the one tasting it. "Oh, hell!" She gasps, wiping her mouth. "Yeah, that was just as bad as I thought it would be! Nasty!"
"So, how was it?" I ask, unable to curb my curiosity. Come on; Anybody would be curious about how it tastes, though they mightn't ever dare admit it out in the open.
"Bitch, how do you think it was?" she bellows out, but then she grins. Her usually white teeth are stained red, and so are the corners of her lips. Eck. The things we do when we're young, daring, and stupid. Only Tara and I would be able to do this together. With anyone else, they would have considered us weird. "All right. Your turn, Miss. Stackhouse."
"No way, Tara! Gross!"
"Come on," she laughs, plucking my hand off the steering wheel. She shoves the chilled bottle into my hand until I'm forced to hold it. "You have to! I did it, now you have to as well! It's only fair!"
I take a curious sniff, and scrunch up my face. I can't smell anything exactly, but it doesn't look particularly mouth-watering to me in the slightest when I look down into the bottle. It looks like thick, gloopy red syrup. Perhaps that's why a microwave is necessary? Because the blood's coagulated? My stomach pitches. I'm definitely not as tough as Tara. "Jesus, no! Seeing you having to force yourself to swallow it down is more than enough for me, Tara!"
"You chicken," she whispers, disappointed.
"Yes, but I'm a sensible chicken."
She slumps in the seat, upset. Everything is a content silence for about five minutes. Then she bursts out laughing in bewilderment.
"What's so funny?" I ask, a little miffed, because I know she's laughing due to me, and something I did tonight.
"Oh, nothing." She purses her lips and tries to hide a grin. But then she sighs. "Well, all right. Maybe it's not nothing. It's just... you totally took me by surprise tonight."
I'm completely clueless. "Why, Tara?"
"Because, girl, you just..." She tosses her head and looks at me with boiling admiration. It's a bit unnerving. What on earth did I possibly do to make her so in awe of me tonight? I evalute the evening inside my head; I didn't do much, besides making a fool of myself, and maybe... of a vampire, who believed he was above and beyond dancing with a human girl. Big whoopee. "You made mince meat out of the Eric Northman, and you never even fucking got scared for yourself. Not even once. It was great, Sook."
I blink at her. "Eric who?"
"Oh, come on," she says, mock-slapping me on the side of my head. "You know what I'm talkin' about, right?" When she realizes I sincerely don't know, she clamps a hand over her mouth, and her eyes widen fearfully to the point I begin worrying that her eyeballs are going to pop out of their sockets any... minute... now. I cannot understand her enormous reaction to the fact I don't know what she's talking about at all. What's the big deal here? All I know, is that her fright is infectious. A clammy sweat covers my skin. "You seriously don't know who Eric Northman is? Sookie, everybody knows who he is! Where you been for the last five years? Hiding in a cave, or something?"
"Well, clearly not everybody knows who he is, Tara," I mutter, finding it hard to hide the irritation in my voice. "Who is Eric Northman? And why would everybody know about him? Is he some kind of big-shot vampire or something?"
"He runs Fangtasia, Sookie. He's the boss. He's also old as dirt, and as notorious as a vampire can get. Haven't you heard all the rumours about him?"
"Holy shit," I gasp, rubbing my face with a hand. Now I was panicking. "He's- what?"
"Yeah, he's the boss, Sookie. Or whatever you wanna call it. And, judging by the things they've been sayin' about him in the press, he is a nasty, brutal piece of work! I'm surprised he never killed you for making him dance with you, Sook! Damn!"
I'm absolutely horrified, but I manage to suppress those panicky feelings down with a few good gulps of air into my lungs. "How mean are we talking here, Tara? Like... really, really mean?"
"Well, here's some food for thought: One rumour, they say he cut out his own heart and sold it on E-Bay so that he could afford to buy a fancy sports car." I scoff and eye her in disbelief. Cutting out your own heart just so that you can afford to buy a car? What a load of crock! "No bullshitting, Sook; That's totally what it said."
"Tara, why didn't you give me a biography before I groped his you-know-what in public? It sure as hell would've been helpful to know all that in advance. Otherwise, I mightn't have fooled around on him so much!"
But really, even as I say the words to her in consternation, I know they are completely false. Who am I kidding? I might have even done it regardless. It was very... amusing; his reaction to it. He clearly wasn't expecting it at all, and now I think I knew why; Maybe it was because no human's dared to touch him so provocatively, due to being aware of just how dangerous he was? But it was only done out of a bit of harmless fun. Nobody could hardly fault me for that, surely. Now, I realize, that slice of harmless fun mightn't be so harmless, after all. What if he comes for me now? What if he... kills me? I shiver at the thought, and try my very hardest to tuck that possibility away into the back of my mind. That kind of negative thought, it wasn't really helping in the slightest. I am alive now- I'm out of the bar- and that's all that matters presently.
"I also heard that his favorite indulgence consists of making little children cry." Oh, really? Now this was getting beyond ridiculous.
"Come on, Tara. He didn't seem that bad, right? He was... pleasant enough." Another falsehood, but I really needed the moral support right now. Only, whatever reassurance I needed, Tara clearly wasn't going to give it to me; She laughs and murmurs in half-hearted agreement nervously.
"Well, what did you think of him, Sookie? After all, you were the one hanging around him all night?"
I purse my lips and think hard for a moment. Now that was a difficult question to answer. "Well, you saw the way he was acting, Tara," I tell her uneasily, after a moment of consideration. "He's... a complete hot-head. He yelled more times than I can count on even one hand! He's got some... major anger-management issues that he needs to deal with!" And then, I got these visualizations loud and clear. Me, lying dead somewhere. Blood all over me... This Eric Northman standing over me, dabbing the tips of his fingers into a pool of my blood, then licking his fingers and savouring the taste, like I'm a good hearty meal. Yeah, now I'm freaking myself out. "Oh my stars, Tara. What if he comes after me? What if he... kills me or forces me into letting him drink my blood?" It certainly seems like something he would do, if there is any truth into what Tara has just revealed to me.
She punches me in the knee, forcing me back into the here and now. I am alive. I have made it through the night safe and sound. Nothing more to it. Whatever comes next... comes next. No sense stressing over it. "Yeah, Sook. Let's not talk about this anymore, all right?" Her voice is uneven and an octave higher than it usually is. We're definitely spooking each other out.
"I agree, Tara." We are certainly in dire need of a subject change.
"Hey, you know what food I'm craving, Sookie?" Food. Food. Better topic of discussion, definitely. There isn't anything scary about food at all.
"What? You want to get something?"
"Yeah." She rubs her stomach, looking a little guilty. "I could totally do with some fried chicken right now." And so, fried chicken on the menu, it is. But how either of us can still eat, so late at night with nerves simmering away in our bellies, is a mystery to me at this point. We get ourselves a bucket of chicken to share, and sit in the seat of my car, gorging ourselves. But then after a while, an illness settles in my stomach. All I can seem to think about, is myself covered in viscera and blood. I lean my forehead against the steering wheel, clutching my stomach. What if this is the last meal I'll ever get to have?
"Sookie, don't think so much. We're probably stressing over nothing." Tara's voice is empathetic. "And besides, why would a vampire kill a human just because they fucking touched them or danced with them, no less? It just don't make sense to me. Sook," she sighs, and places a strong hand on my shoulder. That's Tara half of the time; awesomely tough. "If anything, he would have been like: 'Oh, Hail Mary- that feels good!'"
I'm still not convinced. "Tara, I'm scared," I admit to her honestly. But it really didn't take the brightest lightbulb to figure it out that I was. "I mean, if I had known ahead of time that he was like... the owner, then I would have never, ever done all that!"
"Sookie, what's the big deal?" After a decent amount of food in her, Tara was all confident. "He probably loved it!"
"Right," I laugh dubiously. "And did you see his face when I was simply forcing him to dance with me? Tara, you saw the way he looked, surely? He looked like he wanted to kill me!"
"No. All I saw was him getting all hot and bothered by it." She laughs loudly, and then clutches her ribs. "Still, I get why you'd be regretting it now, and why you'd be so worried. He's real dangerous, Sook. I heard somewhere that the older the vampire is, the stronger he is. And you groped the oldest, most powerful vampire in Louisiana!"
"How is this reassuring to me?" I ask, hating the squeakiness of my own voice. "Seriously?"
"Look, I had a long conversation with this other vampire tonight at the bar. She's known him for... years. They co-own the bar together. She said he's always a moody son of a bitch. It's just the way he is." She shrugs. "I wouldn't take it personally, Sook. Who knows? He has probably already forgotten about it already."
"You think?" I whisper uncertainly.
"Yes." Jesus, I sure hope so. "Don't worry no more." She slaps me on the wrist. "Hey, are you gonna eat the rest of this chicken?"
"Definitely not." I wipe my greasy mouth and fingers on a napkin. "I can't eat anymore."
"Good," she grins broadly. She stuffs chicken into her mouth, tearing it apart with her teeth hungrily. "That just means there's more for me. Fucking great, because... I... I feel like I could eat a whole farm!"
Just like that, she's successful in making me laugh. It doesn't last long, though. Because after a while, I'm back to being scared again.
We talk no more of what happened tonight at the vampire bar, much to my relief. Tara sleeps over for the night, and I love it when she does. And right now, I could use a friendly face to see me through the rest of the late night 'till morning comes. I'm probably most definitely overreacting, sure. Maybe he will forget all about it, like Tara said he would?
Something told me he wouldn't, though. I don't know why that was exactly, but something just did.
Soon as we get home to my Grandmother's house at four A.M and Tara flops onto my double bed, she's instantly out like a flashlight. I change into my nightgown, and slide into the sheets next to her, listening to her faint snores for a bit. After a while, I realized I'm a bit disappointed in her. I'm bitter, and I have a nasty thought of waking her just so that she can suffer along with me. How unfair that she can sleep and I can't. I guess it's easier for her because she didn't fool around with some murderous vampire tonight, and deliberately cheesed him off.
Good lord. What was a suitable punishment in his eyes?
After a while, the scene changes. One moment, I was staring up into the pitch-black dark of my ceiling and, in the next, I was somewhere else completely. With him.
"You're going to pay for what you did, Human," he says, blood streaming down his chin. "I do not tolerate being made a fool of- especially not in public."
Scene change.
It's a sunny light day. He stands before me, in his grey suit and all. The sun is almost blinding against his white skin, against his hair. His entire jacket is matted in dry streaks of dark red blood. I try to focus on him alone, but then... other people are behind us. My eyes drift back and forth without my control. A few obese vampires stand behind him, laughing around a sizzling barbeque. One vampire with red hair chortles through his fangs and turns human limbs around on a plate.
"How does it feel now?" This Eric Northman asks, his voice cold and sardonic. "You are completely powerless. Weak underneath my control. Limbless." And then it occurs to me that he's actually referring to my bodies state. I look down at my arms... my legs... to find they are completely sawn off. Blood... everywhere. I squeal, and thrash, and punch something warm and solid in the middle of their gut.
Tara. Crap.
"Sookie!" she gasps, coughing. It didn't feel like a strong hit to me, but I've definitely winded her by the sounds of it. "What the hell, bitch? That really hurt!"
Light. An orange light creeping in through the curtains of my room. Morning. I breathe more easily then. Thank goodness. I was just dreaming. Only, it seemed so real. My heart is pounding away in my chest. I clutch onto my chest with my hand for dear life in a hope to calm it where it rests somewhere underneath my hot skin.
I sit slowly against the headboard of my bed, and peer down at her. She looks more or less as frightened as I undoubtedly feel. Her eyes are wide, the whites overpowering her dark pupils, and she's breathing through her nose heavily.
"What is wrong with you, Sook? Are you okay?" Her voice trembles and breaks.
I force an apologetic smile down at her. Something tells me I'm not all that convincing. "Well, I'm alive," I tell her softly, immediately at peace in the knowledge.
I peel the sheets away from my skin and hop out of bed, flexing out my arms and stretching them over my head. Limbless, my ass. Thank God. Tara stares at me like I've turned insane, and I probably have. Well, that's me, really. Crazy, young Sookie Stackhouse, with all her telepathy issues. Everyone already believed so at work. What difference did it make if I truly was turning crazy?
Once Tara gets over the shock, and we head downstairs, we are instantly greeted by the smell of delicious bacon grilling away in a pan on the stove. My Grandmother is standing over it and watches it so it won't burn on us. Much to her delight and equal confusion, I embrace her in a big hug. She laughs and clutches my cheeks between her wrinkled hands, her eyes wide.
"Sookie, what's all this about?"
"Oh, nothing, Gran." I smile at her cheerfully. "I'm just a girl who's happy to be alive today."
Even Gran's spooked out by my behaviour. Usually, I'm not so happy of a morning, and I catch her darting Tara concerned glances behind my back, now and then. But I was happy. Happy now more than ever.
"So, what did you two lovely girl's get up to last night?" she asks excitedly, once all the foods settled on the table. "I heard the pair of you get in remarkably late!"
Oh, Gran, I got myself into a bit of a pickle, I would have loved to say to her. I touched a vampire's you-know-what, and he's probably coming for me sooner or later. I'm most definitely on his hit list.
Only, something told me Gran wouldn't be too pleased by that. So, Tara and I simply shrugged, and smiled, all the while delirious over the fact we'd been into a vampire bar last night. Heading out into vampire territory was pretty much to my Grandmother a no-man's-land, something she would have scolded me endlessly for. So, Tara and I deliberately decided to keep it to ourselves, though we felt a bit guilty. Gran was almost like a parental figure to Tara, and she hated lying to her as much as I did. But it was a necessary secret, really. Also, it spared us a lecture later.
Tara and I had to be getting to work after one in the afternoon; We had same shifts together, and finished at the same hour of the night.
I just loved working at Merlotte's Bar and Grill. It meant my usually non-adventurous social life turned into an adventurous one, with all the different folks I worked with; There was Arlene, a woman in her mid-thirties, who I didn't get along too well with. I was ten years younger than her, so I guess that opened up some complications in the way we interacted together. Then there was Lafayette, Tara's cousin, who I got on with like a house on fire. He's openly, proudly gay, and he flaunts it to anybody within hearing distance. Then there's my boss, Sam; He's another issue altogether. When I hear his thoughts, I also hear his feelings. Often, he wishes I wouldn't wear a bra. Other times, he's wishing he was the type Tara would go for. But I mostly loved Merlotte's for the friendly, inviting atmosphere. All the people I worked with- give or take a few- made me feel like we were one big, close-knit, messed-up family. All of us stuck together, mostly. Especially Lafayette; He was almost like mine and Tara's bodyguard. I knew he would defend us eagerly to his death.
It was only natural that once we got to work, Tara was gushing to her cousin about our adventure last night. I miss the half of their conversation, though, because I work mainly out front serving customers, and only enter the kitchen to find Lafayette fanning himself with a dish-rag after Tara's divulged every prickly detail of our experience in a vampire bar.
When I kick through the door, holding an old tray to be washed, he makes a horrible face at me and claws the air with his hands, like a poorly acted werewolf-like creature in an eighties horror flick. "Sookie, this for real? I've just heard some saucy things about little, innocent you. Is my cousin for real?"
"Depends on what Tara's told you, Lafayette," I say shortly.
"Well, she says to me that you got it on with a vampire last night!" He eyes me doubtfully, then laughs, fanning himself again. "That true, Sookie? I know you enough to believe you'd never do such a thing, you minx!"
I flush underneath his speculative gaze. "Lafayette, it's not that big of a deal."
"Oh, yes, it is!" It's obvious he's not gonna let it go, but that's Lafayette for you. He soaks up every little detail like a sponge. "It don't matter what he is, sugar-buns. It's who he is, and my cousin tells me you were messing around with the Eric Northman last night!"
Jesus Christ Almighty. How is it that everybody knows about this Eric Northman, and I don't?
"How are you still breathing after all that?" He waves his hands around his body theatrically. "The man is dangerous. I'm surprised you're still walking!"
"So everybody tells me," I snap at him, throwing the tray. "Look, I can't help that I don't know who he is, or what his deal is, for that matter! I honestly never knew!"
He laughs, like my cluelessness is so endearing to him. "Honey, how could you not know who Eric Northman is? He's what nightmares are made of." Yes, he certainly is. "I heard he once bit off a fangbanger's entire left nipple. That's how cold he is!"
"Lafayette," I groan in disgust, reeling. "Too much information, all right? It's definitely not helping my cause any!" Why are there so many horrible stories floating around about this vampire? Can he truly be that despicable? He sure seemed grumpy last night, yes, because I wasn't a fangbanger for him to drink blood from, but... truly that evil? "I bet it's all bull, anyhow. A person can't even be that bad- even a vampire!"
"You're in serious denial, you are," Lafayette says certainly, throwing his head back. He laughs again, all at my expense. "And a pristine girl, like you, touching him the way you did... he's gonna want a piece of your firm ass, sooner or later. He's got you in his sights now! The instance you touch a man, you go directly on his radar! Everybody knows that!"
"Lafayette, stop," I tell him loudly. What a way to effectively scare a girl. "I don't want to be on anyone's radar!" Oh, boy. Please tell me Lafayette is wrong.
"You just wait," he says, trying to sound menacing. And it works in his favour. "You danced with the devil. He's gonna be coming for you, and a piece of your pussy!"
I flip him the bird, then storm out of the kitchen. I fix my hair by tightening up my ponytail, snatch up my notepad to write in orders, and square my shoulders. His vile talk is overwhelming. I couldn't say I believed him for a single second, but it did so-happen to prey on my worst fears.
Halfway through busying myself with orders around Merlotte's, the phone rings.
"Tara?" I call loudly.
"Huh?" She pokes her head out of the kitchen innocently. "You want me?"
"The goddamn phone," I answer stiffly, jerking my chin into the direction of its incessant ringing. "Can you move your butt and answer it for me? I'm kind of busy, if you haven't noticed." I'm still cheesed-off at her for telling Lafayette so much.
She nods, and runs to answer it. It's only when I turn back from scribbling down a husband and wife's orders- and also catch a whole lot of unwanted details into their virtually non-existant sex life- that I notice there's something strange about her demeanour; She's still holding the phone to her ear, but she's watching me, frozen like a deer caught in a set of headlights. Her chin wobbles a fraction. And then I catch an earful of her thoughts, and I know then, it's not looking very good at all:
Shit, how he know to call here? What he want with her? Sookie... fuck. Should I hang up on him or what? Piece of no-good vampire trash... shit.
"Uh, Sook?" she croaks out from where she's standing."You... you're wanted on the phone."
I try to perk myself up, as I approach her around the counter. But I know it's no good. I can't even seem to breathe properly. She thrusts the phone into my hand like it's a ticking time bomb, and gives me a frightened look.
I nod at her, mashing my lips together. And then I press the phone over my ear, and wait patiently. It never comes.
"Er... howdy?" I close my eyes, suppressing a sigh. Why do I have to sound so cautious? It's not like he's standing right in front of me, for goodness sake. But it occurs to me a second later that my hand that's gripping the phone is shaking. Dammit, why am I so pathetic?
There's a brief pause. And then it comes. Finally.
"Why, hello."
He doesn't even sound angry. It's more like a seductive, husky purr. So, why is my body so trembly?
"Listen, Mister, I-"
"No, you listen up, Human, and you will listen good." I gulp. All righty then. Now he's definitely angry. Crap, shit. I can almost envision this guy sitting in his office, with a wicked glint in his eyes and those fangs on show, while he talks. "I'm calling to deliver a message, and you will obey."
I catch Tara's eyes. She's standing stock-still in front of me, terrified out of her wits. I flush, take in a deep breath, and turn away from her. It's far too hard to concentrate when she's standing there, whimpering freely for me.
"All right, you got my attention now," I manage, in a disgracefully breathless voice. "What do you want? I said, I was sorry! If you're looking for apologies, then I-"
"Don't fucking talk, just listen." He's almost shouting. And he's swearing... yet again. How typical. "You will come to me tonight at my bar, and we will rectify this little situation between us-"
"-Situation?" Now I'm yelling. Super. I put it down to the nerves I'm feeling. It's definitely the nerves. I'm hysterical. "I wasn't even aware there was a situation between us, buddy!" There. Go, Sookie. You tell him. "Now you got some nerve callin' me at work, and then making threats! Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Fuck it. Where are you?" What?
"Uh, I'm pretty sure you called me! You know where I am!"
"Oh, yes. That's right. I do know. I know exactly where you are." And then he chuckles, and the sound wrecks havok on my stomach. I feel goosepimples raise all over my skin. His laugh is so... menacing. So... creepy. "I could very easily drop by right now, if you would like for this conversation to be held in person."
"Hell no," I whimper, before I'm able to stop myself.
"Now that's what I thought, Human." His voice softens and turns almost... smug? "You would not like that. It would not be very pleasant. I could very easily kill every single person in the room you are standing in, if my patience is tested." Another throaty laugh. "And let's face it, you have left me teetering on the last edge of patience and sanity the instance you made a mockery of me last night in front of my guests."
"I did not," I grumble in protest. "You did it to yourself!"
"You were pushing and prodding me into dancing with you." He lets loose a string of muffled swear-words. What's with this vampire and swearing? Good lord. "And then, actively humiliating me futher, you..." He clears his throat, and utters it like it's a disgraceful secret, "...You touched me, and I did not like or appreciate the feelings it roused out of me. Do. You. Understand?"
"Oh, so you got aroused because I touched you? Big deal!" Why is this conversation even happening? "It's hardly somethin' you go threatening somebody for!"
"Do not push me," he growls, in a deadly sort of way. "I do not like feeling sexually aroused. Especially not for a human. I have not felt that way for many years."
I giggle, I can't seem to help it. He's downright ridiculous.
"Don't laugh at me. I will fucking fuck-"
"Goodbye," I whisper over his shouting furiously. " Oh, and while you're at it, I suggest you get some medication for your anger issues, buddy!"
I hang up, refusing to listen to all his nastiness. Ha! Take that, Mr. Grumpy Vampire!
And it felt wonderful, hanging up on this one, truth be told. At least, momentarily. I get back into work, with a new confident bounce in my step. Something about putting somebody in their rightful place is liberating. And this guy sure needed to be knocked down a few notches. I feel proud of myself. I pat myself mentally on the shoulder, and throw in some fist pumps for good effort.
The door clatters open loudly in Merlotte's. A dead-silence creeps through all the customers. Some stare at something behind me, covering their hands over their mouths. An elderly man spills his Diet Coke all over the front of him. I try to ignore it best I can, and approach a young boy waiting to be served.
"Hi there," I smile weakly, because I think I know what's coming. "What can I get you tonight?"
Somebody coughs loudly behind me, and it's not a very nice sound at all; An angry bark, more like it. Oh, Lordy.
"Do you realize what the fuck you've done?" he whispers harshly into the side of my face, breathing all over me. His breathing is harsh and ragged, and ice-cold- exactly like his tone of voice. I blink down at the boy innocently, who's staring between us, his mouth wobbling. He's on the verge of crying, poor soul. His thoughts illustrate how profound his fear is. Maybe I should be scared, too? Maybe I am. A little. But mostly I'm pissed off. It's a curious mixture, really.
"I beg your pardon?" I laugh out, a little uneasily. "I haven't done nothing to you!"
"Oh, I think you have." He steps closer, if possible, and the tip of his nose touches my cheek. He's trying his very hardest to be intimidating. It's not... exactly... working. "You have done more than enough."
"Personal space," I breathe, trying to calm myself. "Haven't you heard of it?" I try to push him away with my hand, but he's too much strength and hard muscle. And then he's holding me in place with a hand curling over the nape of my neck tightly. I can't even move my head, for Christ sake. "I'm guessing not, since you're so eager to break it, Mister."
And then he slips in front of me and I just have to endure looking at his face. His clasp tightens over the back of my neck, so I have no choice but to stare right at him. Those eyes... they regard me intently, scanning down the entirety of my face. A few times, they flit down to my lips and, fearfully, I get the impression that he is going to kiss the life out of me, but luckily he doesn't. I hope he sees my anger, and my frustration. His lips are parted as he breathes roughly. His nose scrunches the slightest bit with all his pent-up rage. Yeah, definitely some anger management issues right there.
"Even now... it flutters," he grumbles deeply. "What the fuck is that? It never does. Not for anyone."
I stare up at him in disgust. "What?" Hell, I don't even know what he's talking about. Crazy vampire. It would sure help a whole lot if I could hear his thoughts.
"What have you done to me?" he says unsteadily. He's blaming me for something- that much I can pick up on. How rude.
"Like I said, I haven't done nothing to you!"
"This is disgusting." He shoves himself away from me and straightens out his jacket, looking like an extremely confused vamp. Without warning, he jabs a forefinger at me threateningly. I flinch, much to my disliking. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction at all, in seeing how spooked out he's gotten me. And I felt I was doing well - up until this point. "You will pay for this. Mark my words, you will pay."
"What the hell am I payin' for, Mister?" I shout, losing it. "Like I said, you need medication or something!" What a confusing S.O.B!
I feel my skin colouring up in all my anger. Never have I felt so irritated in my entire life.
"Goodbye," he spits out, and trudges to the door. He pauses, and turns to look at me over his shoulder. And then he lifts a hand, touches his chest, and shakes his head vigorously. He throws open the door, and then he's... gone. What the-? What the hell have I gone and done to cause this vamp to get so angry?
