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Greg opened his apartment door and plopped on his couch, kicking his shoes off.
"Man I need food, I'm starved." And with that made his way into the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge till he found what he was looking for. A flask containing a maroon liquid more commonly identified as blood, specifically human blood. "Bottoms up." Greg downed the entire flask and burped once done. He grinned, "Much better." Greg sighed to himself. They would seriously be tracking down one of his-own kind! "I wonder what level he is…? Or rather, his Power temperature. And what was the motive besides plain hunger? I mean sure that's motive enough but seriously I feel like there's something else… Whatever, I need to take my mind off of this, let's see what the joys of television can do for me today!" Greg gingerly sat down on his cushy chair, which his cats (Gesar, Zabulon, and Witezlaf) usually peed on. It was clean, thankfully. Then he took the remote and started flipping, he settled on a cheesy badly reviewed vampire movie. "This should be good." He scoffed as the Vampire snarled and screeched at garlic, and plain out guffawed when Vladimir the Vamp couldn't see himself in the mirror. Exact opposite of the truth. Vampires could see perfectly well in the mirror, in fact a little too well for their own liking. That being the main reason them, or rather us, avoid them. Just then the phone rang the Killers' song Somebody Told Me. Greg reluctantly muted the TV and dragged himself to the phone. "Sanders."
"Greg? Hey it's Nick." Greg nearly dropped the phone, and did in fact drop his jaw. His eyes went wide. Nick… Nick was calling him. Okay relax, just take a deep breath. It's probably about work. Okay here we go, act natural.
"Oh hey, something wrong at the lab?"
"No, um actually I uh… was wondering if you'd want to go to lunch with me or something?" Greg gasped and almost chocked on the quick intake of breath. "G, you there? … Hello?"
"Huh, oh yeah, I'm here, sorry! But um yeah sure!" said Greg trying to recover from the shock. Okay the first initial wave is gone… phew. Oh God he's not saying anything! Okay calm down it's only been a second your thoughts are just going a mile a minute so just calm down and okay. Greg smiled; he could do this. He could do this! "Three questions; when, where, and why?" Nick chuckled.
"Well are you doing anything now?"
"Nope, just passing the time by watching cheesy vampire movies." Greg could feel Nick smiling on the other line. "So where?"
"What are you hungry for?" Blood, thought Greg. Human food doesn't have a taste to me. But answered,
"I dunno, what do you feel like?"
"You like Italian?" Ha-ha, garlic hmm, BRING IT!
"Hell yeah!"
"Cool, Italian it is then."
"You still haven't answered my last question…" Greg pouted, and then realized Nick couldn't see it. To tell the truth Greg didn't really want to hear the answer to that particular question. He was fantasizing about it being a date and wanted to stay in the safety wall of his illusion. He did not want a reason for being asked to lunch other than it being a date to get together. However he knew that a different reason would come out of Nick's mouth and it would be like freezing cold water in the middle of a warm summer day. But it was too late now…
"Well… You know how um uh… well uh… When um…" Nick took a deep breath. "Okay, so basically do you remember back at that amber alert in Henderson last week? And um I said that it was so horrible about the girl and that it's even worse her parents didn't even care and that my daughter is the most important thing in my life besides someone else."
"Right, and then I asked who that was…"
"Yeah, and I said it was you… And that I like you…"
"And I said I like you back."
"Right so I was just thinking that maybe since we like each other we should go on uh you know a date." Greg was having a huge fiesta inside his head. Mini Greg brain cells were doing the Macarena and singing Marilyn Manson. The butterflies in his stomach were having seizers and his whole body was flipping out in general. But Greg's voice and body on the outsider were as cool, calm, and collected as could be.
"True, and okay! There's an Italian restaurant near my house, wanna go there?"
"Sure!" And they chatted away until they realized they could be talking face to face by now. Once Greg put the phone down he put his I-pod in his speakers and raised it to full volume to play Greek Song by Rufus Wainwright. Then he started to get ready, taking a full ten minutes to decide to wear a red t-shirt with a splat of blue and yellow paint on it and some light blue comfort fitting jeans.
you who were born with the sun above your shoulders
you turn me on, you turn me on
you have to know
you who were born where the sun she keeps her distance
you turn me on, you turn me on
but so does she
you who were born there where beauty is existence
you turn me on, you turn me on
your body heals my soul
you who were born where you shiver and you shudder
you turn me on
the girl is gone
so come on, let's go
all the pearls of china fade astride a Volta
don't sew beelines to anybody's hide
save your poison for a lover who is on your side
one way is Rome and the other way is Mecca
on either side
on either side of our motorbike
one way is home and the other way is papa
on either side
on either side, prepare to strike
when I get back I will dream in Barnes and nobles
don't leave me here
don't leave me where angels fear to tread
when I get back I will bleed after my beating
don't leave me here
don't leave me here, I'm scared to death
all the pearls of china fade astride a Volta
don't sew beelines to anybody's hide
save your poison for a lover who is on your side
Now Greg was ready for his date with Nick.