I stumble back to the bus, disoriented. I 'm so stressed. What the hell am I gonna do? How is life going to happen? How is touring going to happen?
I walk on the bus and fall onto the couch with a blank expression. Kuza appears, and sits next to me.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I look up at him. "Yeah, why?"
"You look really pale. And when did you get red contacts?"
My jaw drops. I run over to the mirror and look. I look like I'm dead, literally. Well, the stage makeup that me and the band wear makes us look dead, and it's kinda like I'm wearing makeup but I'm actually not.. And my eyes are blood red. I gasp.
"What?" Kuza asks.
I check to see that nobody else is in the bus, then look at him.
"Kuza, I need to tell you something."
"You know you can tell me anything."
"Yeah, but… You'll think I'm crazy. You won't even believe me. I hardly believe it's real."
"Are you… pregnant?" He glances at my stomach.
"No. I'm not actually who you think I am."
He looks at me questioningly. "What do you mean?"
I take a deep breath. "Kuza… I think I'm a vampire."
I tell him the whole story of what had just happened with Robert and him leaving.
"That's actually kinda rad. You live off of blood and are nocturnal." He says.
"Yeah, but how the fuck is it gonna work while we're touring? That's what I'd like to know!" I sat down and put my face in my hands, overwhelmed.
Kuza put his arm around me. "Hey, chill babe. It's gonna be okay. You're fucking immortal now. Nothing can stop you."
I looked at my hands. "I'm…immortal." This meant I wouldn't age. Another problem.
"Look, I have good ideas for everything that needs to be taken care of. We tell your tour manager that you have a skin disease that doesn't let you go out in the sun, even for a second. He will work everything out like shows and the like. We'll get a custom designed coffin type thing for your bunk that locks from the inside, so nobody disturbs you during the day. And it'll be soundproof. As for your diet… well, you have me.."
"No, Kuza.. I won't drink from you."
"Why? I want to try it."
I shake my head. "I don't know."
"And hey, if you're ever hungry, there's those millions of screaming fans at your concerts. Quick question, when you drink out of someone, do you have to kill them?"
"No, I don't think so. The only person I've drunk from so far is… Robert."
"God, I still can't believe that. That Robert Smith is a fucking vampire!"
"I know. I can't believe I'm one."
Kuza gets a weird look in his eyes suddenly. He pulls me close and bares his neck towards me. "I want you to drink from me, baby."
God, he's so seductive. I push him away, and look in his eyes. "I don't wanna do that to you."
He pulls my mouth back to his neck. "You need to. Come on, please?"
It's too much. Him begging for me to drink from him. I give in, and sink my new fangs into his tattooed neck.
I can't explain how good it felt. It's basically an orgasm. For both of us. I guess that's how it is. Vampires were made to drink blood, just like humans were made to have sex. Drinking his blood was better than sex. It was the best thing ever, and it was hard to stop, but I did.
I fall on top of him, panting. Both of our chests heaving; just laying there. Once we're cooled off, we sit up.
"Holy shit." He says.
"God, that was the best fucking thing ever!"
We kiss passionately, his tongue grazing my fangs.
"My sexy vampire girlfriend."
