Chapter 9: Brunhilde Part Deux!

"So your lovely little kitchen-killer is now named Brunhilde?" Did I not just get through telling him this? God, Geoff can be a real slowpoke!

"Yup," I can't say 'yup' without popping the 'p', it just wouldn't sound right. "And she is welcome to do whatever the hell she wants, as long as she doesn't kill me."

"Are you sure this was a ghost? Are you sure someone didn't just, I don't know, raid your house?"

"Of course I'm sure! I'm not completely stupid, I was cowering in the corner in fear when it happened, no one else was home but me and Brunhilde."
"So, obviously the only one who could have destroyed my kitchen like this is her."

I could tell he really didn't want to believe me, though I doubt most people believe in ghosts. I know I do believe, ever since I started watching Ghost Hunters on SciFi. That show helped me believe what I already thought was real.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a kitchen to clean," I began with the counter, cleaning my spilled milk and trashing my horribly electrified toaster. Brunhilde must have really hated Frankenberry because they were all over the floor, I think they even managed to make it in to my microwave, which is clear across the kitchen from the cereal cabinet.

"Why don't I help you, two work faster than one," I knew Geoff really wanted to help only for my sake, but with him already having fixed my entire house in the short time he had, this I would do myself.

"No, no. It's okay, Brunhilde made this mess," I was facing him as I said this, but now I turned around to address the ghost(wherever she stays)"And I would really appreciate it if she could help!" I started quietly, but by the end I was yelling.

"And now you're talking to ghosts?" He arched an eyebrow and gave me that 'Are you crazy?' look. I almost punched him for it.

"And now you want me to make you my not-boyfriend?" Sarcasm was evident, but I think Geoff gets a little worried anytime I mention not being with him.

"Okay, okay. There's a ghost in your house and it killed your kitchen."

I laughed at him a little, and the fact that he gets so desperate, "Geoff, I was only kidding. Right now, I don't see a reason to not be yours," he seemed reassured enough with that to not be so clingy. And so sat himself at the kitchen table as he watched for a whole three hours as I cleaned my kitchen.

Lucky for me, none of the dishes broke, and all of the food that got thrown around was in cans and boxes so it was easily disposable. By the time I finished it was nearing on noon, "Hey Geoff, want something to eat? Since I'm still in the kitchen I could whip us up a brunch or something."

"No it's okay, I ate earlier."

"Are you sure? You've been here for 3 hours and haven't eaten since you've gotten here. Most people would be hungry by now. I know I'm starving."

Instead he just shook his head gave me a reassuring smile, "No, really, it's okay. I only eat every 6 hours. Great diet."

"Geoff. You're insane."

"Thank you Alyn, I love my world of insanity, it helps to deal with all the problems."

I just stuck my tongue out at him, it was my favorite thing to do at people. Instead of cooking for both of us, which I gladly would have done, I cooked for myself. I made myself some bacon, eggs, and sausages and even some more toast. I had myself a nice big breakfast sandwich, and I was surprised that I finished eating all of it.

"Okay, as our first official day of a relaxation in the summer; What are we gonna do today?" I was quite serious, our anniversary was a little over a week ago and we had yet to do anything really, truly fun since then.

"I was thinking we just stay in, maybe watch a movie or two."

"Oh! Wait, it's supposed to be sunny today. Let's go the park. Or the beach!!"

"I don't think I can."

"Aww, don't be a mood-kill. Let's go the beach today, maybe you can finally get a tan or something."

"I can't really go out in the sun, it's not very safe for me," and he muttered under his breath, something that sound like a 'anyone else'.

"Oh please, what's going to happen? You gonna go all sparkly on me?"

"..." He didn't say anything for a while, "I mean, like really. You're afraid you might sparkle?"

"Well, it's not technically sparkling..."

"You're shitting me right. I was only kidding," I mean really, who sparkles?!

"Well, I tried to explain to you why we never did anything in the sunlight a week ago, but you refused to believe," There was a slight edge to his voice, as if he were mad at me for not believing him.

"Okay, now you bring up your vampire bullshit again? When I'm already dealing with Brunhilde," I was furious now, "I mean really, what person would believe they're dating a vampire!?!"

He was speaking under his breath again, and I was pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear this bit, "Bella believed."

Now I was pissed, beyond furious. "Who the fuck is Bella?!"

"Shit!, you weren't supposed to hear that!"

"Well, I did, now explain."

"I can't really tell you."

"And why the fuck not!?"

"It's not my story to tell."

"Well fuck the person whose story it is to tell, and tell me or so help me god, I will ask Brunhilde to kick your ass."

"You won't believe I'm a vampire, but you'll believe in ghosts?"

"Yes, I believe in ghosts. No I won't believe in vampires. Ghosts are more believable because energy doesn't just go away, it expends itself slowly. So to believe that ghosts are merely the imprint or residual energy of a human life is much easier to believe than vampires. Who sustain themselves on the blood of others, parasites who steal the life force of living things. Hell, Zombies are easier for me to believe than vampires."

"So, the undead you can deal with but The Living Dead are out of the question?"

"Yes!"

"You're insane."

"Thank you!"

"I guess I'll just have to show you then."

That caught me off guard. "Wait..what?"

"I'll show you, if you won't believe me telling you. Physical proof that I am more than human ought to be enough for you to believe."

This had better be good or so help me, I was going to kill him.