Just an Up-To-Speed on the Situation
The day went by exactly as the last one had, but without the class ditching. I sat through class, watched Lilith, tried to ignore Lilith and her friends, ate lunch with Ryan, Damien, and not Vaughn, and spent the afternoon at one of the guy's or mine homes but never at Damien's. The next day was the same. And the next day. And the next. For a month and three weeks.
And just like I'd expected, life was no longer the one edge, never know what's going to happen to you adventure it had been back in New York and D.C. Hadn't I been trying to escape that in the first place? No, I wasn't escaping the adventure of having a guy hold a gun to your head or street racing for nothing more than the adrenaline rush. I wasn't escaping the world of criminal endeavors because I'd gone pussy. I'd done all those things because I was a system buster. I proved that all people are vile and despicable if they need to be that way to live. I proved that criminals were only criminals because of survival. It's a dog eat dog world, and even though you may be like Lady in the dog house, safe and cozy, there are people like the Tramp out there whether you believe it or not. And they will find you if they have to. I did what I did to stick it to the man.
I'd never even done them for the trinity of sex, drugs and money. I had money, and I didn't want the other two. Well, I guess you could say I had drugs, but I never did them. My sisters did.
We had a "mutual agreement". Since I was the criminal and they were the for-show rich sales genies, I bought the drugs because I already knew the people who sold them anyways and they gave me a cover story, money, and a place to hang my head. It started out simple. Just my sisters. They partied and needed a way to stay up all night and a way to keep a figure without working out. Drugs gave them both. I never got on them because I saw what it did to people. How they played with your mind. I didn't want it. I had no need for it.
Then things got more complicated. My dad found out about our little "agreement". But, instead of doing the normal dad thing that dads do, the whole "this is bad" and "just say no" thing, he wanted to get in on the game. His company was ready to do human trials on a mind-influencing drug, similar to antidepressants. The drug made you high, and it made you feel good, which is what they looked for, the people on the street. But it didn't give you the notorious crash and burn afterwards, that's what made it so undeniably irresistible. The downside, the reason the drug was invented in the first place, was the guilt trip. I'm no scientist, I'm just the drug dealer so don't ask me how they did it, but they managed to manipulate the brain by use of "medical guilt tripping" to convince people to turn themselves in for crimes. I honestly didn't think it would work, but I did what I was told.
I started dealing, and people started buying. It got popular fast, and since I was the only known supplier, things started getting dicy. Regardless, police stations began getting more confessions of criminal wrong doing on their hands than they could hardly handle. Murderers, rapists, arsonists, thieves, crooks, sharks, and anything else you can think of showed up on the door steps. But not the drug dealers. Never the drug dealers. Why? Drug dealing makes a boat load of money, and Daddy Dearest's company couldn't afford to lose the chunk-o-change they were rolling in.
So there you have it. And I left. I don't know why. I just had this sudden, undying urge to be, not righteous, but normal. I wanted to be normal. I'd concluded it was boring. But Lilith loved it. So we will stay. Besides, I'm not sure growing fangs and turning invisible counts as normal, but it's about as close as I'm ever going to get.
Regardless, I was dying for an adventure and I think I had the perfect excuse to see a good old pal of mine.
"Lilith," I yelled from the kitchen. "I have to get some car work done."