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"Ava, get your scrawny ass out here now!" A death harpie screeches.
I crack my eyes, blinking at the blinding 9 am light flooding my tiny bedroom.
I growl "What?" jumping out of my bed onto my freezing concrete floors, scampering out of the tiny hall in my flat. "This better be worth it Peyt." I growl, hands on hips, as I skid to a halt in front of my neurotic house mate.
She mutters something, probably raunchy or inapropriate, before quickly spinning and dashing out the door to her weekend job. It was lost on me, because apparently, there is a greek god leaning on my door frame, grinning at me like a cheshire cat. He does a one up and down quickly, and then I see why he is gawking. I glance down at myself, blushing to find I'm am, of course, wearing too short shorts and a tank top displaying across my cleavage "That's What She Said".
I'm too stoned on my sleep hangover to care, let alone waste precious energy standing.
I pad over to the madra plaid (garage sale find) sofa, plopping down and motioning for him to follow and do likewise. He sits across from me in an over-stuffed blue arm chair, looking too perfect and angelic for any seedy end Sixth Avenue rent controlled apartment.
His face is pale, deathly so, with almost femine, perfectly even cheek bones, and full rasberry color sensual lips. His wavy black hair flanks his neck in length, falling in waves over his forehead, casting shadows over his dark ominous looking eyes. His face is angular, rounded off in shape giving a youthful impression, yet still breath takingly gorgeous.
I stare at him entranced, smiling into his dark indecipherable eyes. Now I feel really stoned, sort of entranced, looking into his eyes.
"Don't." He mutters, tossing his head to the side and scowling, looking like a sullen child.
"Excuse me?" I stutter, never taking my eyes of him. He snaps out of some reverie, looking back at me. "Oh? Nothing.", he grits, turning back to me, begrudgingly.
"Can I help you?" I quirk my head to the side, trying to probe into his mind via his black orbs.
He looks at me, with mingled disgust and awe, before he tosses back his head and lets out a roar of a laugh. Instead of being comforting, it is dark, and the sound fills the whole room, making me feel suddenly chilly.
Once recovered from his fit, he looks at me incredulously. "I apologize, I thought you were in jest." He asserts, suprised.
"Oh." I nod my head shakily, pretending to comprehend.
A look of pity passes over his face, and my dander is up. Before I can reply, he is already speaking.
"You really don't remember do you?" He grunts. I just raise an eye brow and shrug at him.
Damn. I hope I don't have a creeper. Well, for him, I could.
"It's alright Ava, I mean no harm. I am Johnathan Flynn, more commonly called Johnny." Something, however tiny; clicks, and he pauses to look hopefully at my face, a usual bill board of my emotions. I nod for him to continue, so he resumes.
"Months ago, three actually; I met you at a bar in a tiny nearby town. From there, we..." He looks embarrased enough to pause, glancing at me. "We well, um.. We were close if you catch my meaning, and..." He trails off, hoping I'll take the bait.
Now I am angry, I've caught his drift alright. "I'm not some whore, if thats what you think! You can't come back for seconds." I growl, knowing my eyes must be blazing now, and my face red.
"Excuse me?" He asks, clearly affronted. Even more clear, is the shock and indignation written across his face.
"What?" I snort. "Used to getting your goodies when you want them Johnny?" I ask, this time my voice in falsetto, convincingly sweet despite the transparent sarcasm.
And then, I am in a blur. Before I can discover what has happened, he has me pinned against the opposite wall. His breathing heavy, and his hands are shaking around my arms. He looks down at me, his eyes dark caverns, with no intelligible emotion beyond anger shining trough.
"Believe me Kitten, if I wanted you, I needent ask." He utters, and a cold realisation creeps over me, though heave emphasis is put on the "if".
Showing no fear, I jut my chin out, looking him square on. "I never pegged you as the rapist type." I smirk, knowing I've got him.
"Oh believe me, it would be consensual." He breathes into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.
He stares at me a long moment, and our faces start drifting nearer, and nearer to each other... His soft lips are suddenly on mine, and though I hate it, something is drawing me into it, and I kiss him back eagerly, disgusted with myself.
His tongue begs entrance to my mouth. Unaware, I allow it, and out tongues are battling for dominance.
Pulling back from my eager participation, he chuckles wrily. "See what I mean Kitten?" He smirks as I wriggle against him, and then in a second we are both sitting on the sofa.
Damn, he is on something.
"Yes." I mutter, breathless.
"There now." He purrs, grabbing my chin and centering my vision on him again. "Will you please give me a chance, and listen Kitten?"
"Alrightie Dawg." I grin, throwing him the peace sign.
Some time later, perhaps minutes or hours, I sit gaping in horror, and a bit of twisted amusement.
"So your saying, that your a one hundred and thirty nine year old vampire, you feel inexplicably bonded to me, and let me get this, you knocked me up?" I say, ticking one finger off each time I repeat his little tale.
I can feel my mouth twisted into a scowl, but for some reason I am angry with myself. I should be having a seizure right now, or at least I should faint, like the vaudville ladies always do on the 1950's flicks channel. But know, I'm actually somewhat following his thesis, and feel a little compassionate.
"Eh, so what do you think, Kitten?" Dang, now its a nickname.
"I understand your plea Dawg." I grin, watching his reaction. "But, I'm not pregnant. I couldn't be. But you, your screwed." I sigh, shrugging.
"No darling, I believe I screwed you." He replies, tapping his finger on his chin.
"Oi. I am not pregnant!" I wail, throwing my arms up in the air in consternation.
"Really Ava, are you fooling yourself? Why have you gained those extra pounds? And the vomitting? I assure that isn't a typical 24 hour bug." He mocks, his lilting voice almost convincing me of his sympathy.
"You've been spying on me!" I jab an accusing finger his way, my mouth screwed into an angry scowl.
"I'm not denying the fact. But you aren't denying yours either" He shrugs, nonchallontly. "You are pregnant Kitten, believe me that."
The awful thing? The facts; the sickness, weight, they all fit the diagnosis. Still, I shouldn't be taking this so well.
"So basically, your sparkley, immortal, and every preteen's fantasy?" I quirk, giving him a sarcastic smirk.
"Close. Except for the shimmering and living forever hype." He purses his lips, attempting a sultry look. I roll my eyes, and he resumes.
"Vampire's years are numbered. Well, we could live forever I suppose. But we just hit dementia at around a thousand years. Then vampire younglings "take care" of the situation. Then the Males live longer, and can reproduce, of course. Truth be told, vampires aren't in a state of living death, we are simply a branch of the human species, a bit more stronger, with the need then, for something more substantial then food to live on. Namely, blood. Vampires don't have super powers, they just simply are muchfaster, stronger, and smarter. We have much higher body temperatures, which is why we never become ill. Too hostile for even germs. Also why the females cannot carry offspring, lest they roast their young. The only way to produce another vampire is to "turn" one."
"Ah, I see." I sigh. He makes it all sound so simple.
"But-" I begin, getting cut off.
"Why did I come here? Stalk you? In essence, the leading old gent's of vampire society would be pissed off by my impregnating a "homo sapien". Well, that and, they would kill us all. You, me, and the child. Hybrid's aren't highly esteemed in our community. So here is the thing, certain death is in the cards for us. But we can try to avoid it. It's a sham, pretty hopeless, and highly dangerous; but it is sinking, or swimming here."
"And, lets say your correct. That this all Live Free Or Die Hard here, and that we're gonna blow up in a few minutes. Whats your plan?" I ask, looking at him, my head tilted.
"You and I would have to climb the vapire social ladder. Basically, show off our happiness, and gain as many allies as possible. When the child is born and word gets out to the oldies, we would be too public a commodity to kill off. Vampires love exotic things, and take no offense, but they would love a "little human" for a pet. Especially if she were carrying a new born!" He finishes, excited with the tiny ground a baby gives us.
"Your strange." I say, rolling my eyes at him.
"Thank you." He grins, then becomes lost in thought. "Now lets see.. A car, town house, two new wardrobes. Yes, I think I have a million lying around." He mutters, ticking off his fingers and going over the equation in his head.
"Million?" I sputter, shivering slightly.
"Yes Ava, a million, maybe two or three. Those things do tend to pile up after a few decades." He rolls his eyes, as if explaining this to a child.
"Fine." I growl, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Then you'll do it?" He jumps up, swinging me in his arms with him.
"Yes.." I look at him cautiously, wriggling out of his grasp. "Do you think I want to sit around wait for death, when I could be living the sweet life?" This time, I am the exasperated one, he the child.
"Fine, it is all settled. We have no time to waste. What excuse shall you leave your roomate?"
"Peyton knew I was worried about this." I swallow, motioning to my belly. "I'll just tell her that it is true, I'm moving to my aunts in the suburbs and now her boyfriend can finally move in." I nod, affirming it.
"Fine." He mumbles, sounding annoyed.
"When do we go Grumpy?" I call over my shoulder, scribbling a note to Peyton.
I turn around to see him hopping around my tiny aparment, shoving my pasport, birth certificate, and a bunch of other flotsam papers into a black leather bag.
"Now actually, don't bother packing. We'll go shopping..." He grins, looking devilish.
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