Disclaimer: I don't own V:tMB and I kinda own my main character, the part I don't own is the fact that she's Tremere. Her clan, plus all the identifiable V:tMB characters are owned by White Wolf Inc. The rest of my main character I do, in fact, own. Please be kind, this is my first V:tMB fic.
2. Chapter Two
I walked into my haven and saw Heather Poe in the kitchen writing in a notebook. For the last two years, Heather had been my best friend and Ghoul. Just as I owed LaCroix my life, she owed me her's. I gave her my blood when I saw her half-dead in the Santa Monica Medical Clinic, and no one was even trying to help her. I helped her, and she'd been living with me ever since.
"Hey Chickadee," She said after she noticed I'd come home. She started calling me Chickadee after we watched Memoires of a Geisha; I hadn't bothered to think of something to call her. I went to the sofa and sat down and put my feet up on the coffee table. "Did Boss man keep you busy?"
"Unfortunately," I said. Heather knew everything about me, even the fact that I worked for LaCroix and that we both were vampires. I made her swear to take my secret to her grave, and if she didn't I'd kill her without delay. Two years later and I'm still that weird pale girl living in Apartment 4 with her friend. "It's all basically the same stuff. I had to kill some Sabbat assholes for him in that creepy parking garage, which I enjoyed."
"Just don't go do something stupid and get yourself killed," She warned. I laughed.
"I won't…" I promised. "…On purpose." I got up from my seat and went to the counter, trying to figure out what she was writing. "What are you doing?"
"My college home work, you told me not to drop out." She said. She pushed some run-away red hair behind her ear to keep it out of her eyes.
"That's right, I did." I said definitely.
"Oh hey, that gallery you sent your pictures to called." Heather said after she had time to remember. "They said that you're work is very good but they weren't sure they were able to do justice to it." I'd almost forgotten that I'd sent some of my pictures to a gallery in Hollywood; I was disappointed to hear they weren't accepted. I had a good feeling about those ones.
"That's just a pathetic attempt to spare my feelings." I said. "Too bad they didn't want them." Heather gave me a sympathetic look, something that I hated.
"Don't feel too bad about it, your pictures were great. I have half a mind to call them back and give them a piece of my mind." She said. I gave her a corner smile.
"Thanks but no thanks Heather." I said. "The only way I can think of to sway them is to tell them that I'm a big bad vampire and will steal them away under cover of darkness. You know? Scare the shit out of them." Heather laughed at my joke. Some people would call it making fun of your own kind; I called it using mortal stereotypes to make a joke.
"Yeah, and then you'd have Mr. Big bad vampire prince on your ass." She said. "That, in itself, is a reason to keep my mouth shut." And we both laughed. I liked that Heather could be told anything and she would keep it between us. It was nice having a mortal to talk to, besides my fellow damned. It must have been how Max felt when I found out his secret.
Max. Only a few months after he abandoned me in front of Ventrue Tower I managed to convince myself that he'd abandoned me because he didn't love me anymore. After that I'd kept my mind only on my work, and built up a wall around my heart. I wasn't going to let myself get hurt anymore, not by anyone.
"So…no more work tonight?" Heather asked. I shook my head.
"Not tonight." I said.
"Well, do you want to watch a movie?" She asked. "I mean, unless you've got errands to run." I nodded. "Great! How about Beauty and the Beast? I know you're a sucker for classic Disney." I nodded again and got up to go upstairs and get my movie.
Apartment 4 in the Skyline Apartments had two bedrooms. LaCroix didn't know that at the time when he gave it to me, but it turned out to be for the best. I had a room to sleep in during the day, and Heather had one for the night. I didn't know if it was OK for a vampire to have a Ghoul, or if LaCroix would force me to kill her if he knew. So, I said nothing and kept her as my friend; instead of my blood doll.
I hunted out the DVD in my room. I'd been watching it a few days before on my computer; but couldn't find it. I was able to hunt Sabbat and do the Prince's bidding, but when it came to keeping track of movies I received a failing grade. I took the movie down stairs and popped it into the DVD player. Just as I took my seat on the couch, she came downstairs in her blue baggy pajamas with the yellow stars on them and went to the fridge to grab a packet of wild cherry Capri Sun.
As much as I would have liked to have a drink of Capri sun, I knew it would make me sick. Vampires were only allowed blood; and I was alright with that. As nice as it would have been to have something in the fridge that could be mistaken for Heather's, I was happy with my blood packs that we kept in the freezer should I need them. While she was getting her drink, she stuck a straw into one of the blood packs and gave it to me when she sat down. I thanked her and pushed play.
Heather assisted me in keeping my humanity. Her kindness towards me had been a welcome change to the usual kind of contact I had. Constant orders given to me by LaCroix, Sheriff's hypnotically frightening hot pink eyes glaring at me when we went to break up Sabbat raids together—it all started to make me a little depressed after a while. It was nice to have a sunny bit of disposition around to make me feel better when things got to me. She was a good friend, and I admired that. It's not too often one meets a friendly face in the world of vampires, at least, not without an ulterior motive.
After two o' clock, when Heather went into her room to go to sleep for the night, I laid down on the silvery sheets in my bedroom; I had my arms wrapped around my stuffed bunny, which still smelled like the smoke of the past.
My black light above my bed shined down onto my pillows, making my silvery sheets seem more metallic than they really were. I didn't have the black light on often, but I liked the quiet mood it gave my bedroom. It was nice to have a place to lay down and relax in the middle of the night, right before you drift off into a sleep that would last all day.
It's not as long as I would have wanted, but, you know. I tried to make it longer, but nothing seemed to fit right. Sorry that it might be kind of boring.