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Chapter Two – Dang It

"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible."
- T. E. Lawrence

The first time I ever feared a vampire was when I was ten, and attending the 'Sunny Side Up' Summer Camp with Sookie Stackhouse. It was Sue Waters' turn to tell a scary story and she choose a strange topic – vampires. Though it wasn't as scary simply because she used ketchup for blood, it didn't really make a difference because I was only ten.

Sookie fearfully clutched at a blanket her Gran had made her. I had a t-shirt of Johnny's in my hand, and I knew that I was the only friend Sookie had around here, so I used my other hand to hold her sweaty hand. She was terrified. I knew Sookie could read minds, even then at such a young age, so I'm sure she could've just read Sue's mind to see she was making it all up.

Though Sook always tried to stay out of people's minds, it wasn't always easy.

Sue had lightly tanned skin, with bright wide brown eyes and brown ringlets. She was a tomboy, and I had no idea how she was meant to explain the 'blood' – ketchup - to our camp 'carer' Max. She leaned forward dramatically, making Sookie squeal fearfully.

Nearly every girl here had a problem with Sookie, mainly 'cause their mothers and fathers told them to stay away from her. I was the one to mop her up when the girls made fun of her or pushed her around, because God knows Jason wouldn't tear himself away from Johnny and his buddies to help her. Yes, he was a sweet guy really, but his reputation was a little bit important to him.

When she lunged forward, saying that the vampire had come to the camp looking for blood, I wished that I wasn't a scaredy-cat. I wished that I didn't believe her. Johnny's t-shirt that still smelled of him didn't really make a difference, I was still terrified. He was only across the camp, probably making up fart jokes with Jason or Kane really. Being the idiotic, loving older brother that he was.

"This girl came to this camp and fell in love with the vampire," Sue drawled on, her Southern accent suddenly becoming quite dark and mysterious. "They met in a field late at night 'cause she didn't want her friends knowin' 'bout him! And he…drank her blood!"

She relished in the squeals from the girls, happy that her story had scared them. The satisfied, smug smile told us so. Though Sue's story wasn't the most original or scary, and her accent too strong to believe sometimes, it did actually put some fear into me. Fear of vampires, actually. You can imagine how these memories and fears resurfaced when vampires 'came out of the coffin', so to speak.

"Now she wanders the camp, makin' sure no girls ever fall in love with that very vampire…"

I hear Sue's life went downhill after college. Drugs, alcohol, a few dodgy relationships here and there. I also hear she's a crack-addict, but I really don't know about that. All I know is she lives in a trailer with her two kids and her husband Rick out near the woods.

So sitting here in Fangtasia, I really wondered if I was mental. Johnny would totally kick my ass if he knew where I was.

Johnny was a lot like Jason – a funny smartass. He's good-looking – which he clearly gets from me – though the only thing I don't like is how he refuses to let me know about our family.

"They ain't worth talkin' or knowin' about Em," is all he says.

I was far too young to remember the care homes, but I vaguely remember staying with Sookie's Gran for a long time. Johnny liked it there. Jason was a lot like a little brother for him. To say my brother is protective is an under-statement.

A woman walks up to Eric, nervously clutching a notepad and a pen with "Fangtasia – bite me" written in the same pretty swirly writing that had been on the card Eric had given me.

Her dark hair was red, reflecting the strobe lights and she was sweating – that much was obviously. Nervously, she held out the notepad to Eric and asked him to sign it. He glanced at me, almost checking my expression. I'm sure it was a little shocked, and kind of creeped out. She wanted…an autograph?

Was Eric some sort of vampire king? What the Hell did she want an autograph for?

The candles that surrounded him gave him an eerie, majestic look that's for sure. The girl paused, waiting for an answer. Eric smiled.

"Sure, I can do that."

He took the pad from her trembling hands and scribbled his name across it. He ripped out the paper and gave her the notepad back. She looked confused, wondering why he wasn't giving her the paper too. His grin turned malicious, and he put the paper over the flames of the candle beside him, his eyes never leaving hers.

My jaw dropped as it burned into ash, and I saw the depressed look in her eyes. My blood boiled. She had sadly turned, knowing he wouldn't do anything to comfort her.

"Eric!" I yelped. His head snapped towards me, and looked me up and down quickly. It almost looked as if he was assessing me, trying to find a source of pain or something, like there was a threat he needed to deal with. He was a little surprised to find there was none. "Apologize. Now."

He snorted, and I stood up, grabbing the girl's shoulder and spinning her around to face me. Her eyes widened fearfully, like she thought I was a vampire about to kill her. When she realized I was human, she calmed a little, but she still assumed I had the ability to kill her.

"He'll sign it."

"Sit down, Emilie. I am not going to apologize. Autographs aren't permitted."

"I don't care if they're permitted or not. You invited me, that makes me your guest, and you have to be polite to the guest."

He watched me carefully. Assessing me yet again. Then he smiled. "I won't say sorry…"

I frowned.

"But I'll sign one."

I grinned, and the girl perked up immediately. Though I can understand people would be star struck by Eric – seriously, just look at the guy – I couldn't understand why she cared about his autograph. Eric was naturally charming though.

The look on her face when he gave her the paper made my day. She happily went off and narrowly dodged a few leering vampires. She didn't really seem like the type to be in here – then again, neither did I. I felt strange, in a floral dress, while everyone else was wearing tight leather. Even Eric fitted in, with a tight leather jacket, some boots, dark jeans and a grey t-shirt.

"That was brave of you," he noted.

"You were being a little rude. I stood up for her, that's all."

"She's a regular. She's been working up the courage to come near me for a week. Each day she grabbed a table that was closer to me and stared."

Pang! That was the first time I felt jealous. Why I would feel it so suddenly, I'm not sure, but the idea of a woman throwing herself at him made me feel it. I didn't like it. Jealousy was a horrible feeling sometimes.

"Still, I thought she was nice."

"I didn't think she was quite as delectable as you though."

Eric was a gentleman, actually. He decided to drive me home, saying he'd just drop my car off himself when he got back to Fangtasia. I noticed the looks he gave certain vamps as we left the bar. It was like a 'don't even try it' sort of look.

The car ride wasn't too bad. He played some pretty weird music, laughing when I asked what it was. He didn't answer, only sped up. I found myself clutching the seats at one point.

Sue's story vaguely popped into my mind as he turned a corner, heading towards the woods. My house was just outside it. Luckily for me, Johnny was on the front porch when we rolled up.

Eric opened my door for me, a smile on his face as his eyes landed on Johnny, who stood and frowned back.

"Oh…no," I muttered. "Dang it."

"Would you like me to stay?" Eric asked beside me.

"Nah. I'm not really sure if Johnny has his shotgun loaded."

"Being shot by your brother, hm? That would make an awkward first impression."

Before I could come up with a response, he had kissed my temple and gotten into the car. The only look in Johnny's eyes told me exactly what he thought. 'Traitor', 'liar', 'fangbanger'. But he still had that soft look in his eyes, the 'you're my little sister and I love you' look that gave me a familiar feeling of guilt. This would take a lot of explaining.