More of An Annoying Little Vampire—I've given up on chapter numbers… We're just wingin' it!
It was morning now, and Jack had just gotten out of bed. He went to the mirror; his hair felt like it was sticking to his nose, and frowned unhappily. He had three sets of bite marks.
Turning his head to his houseguest, he said, "Pitch, you said you'd bite the same spot each time."
Pitch blinked his eyes at him and shrugged. "Sorry," he muttered, "I got distracted…"
Jack threw his shirt at him. "You are not sorry. If you were you'd be trying to convince me to let you feed! How am I supposed to cover these up?" he asked, going to the bed and kicking the side. Pitch hissed at him for doing it, but Jack wasn't afraid of his threats in the slightest. Right now Pitch was just cranky because it was his bed time.
"Wear a turtleneck or sumthin…" the vampire grumbled in response, flipping over so that he was facing away from Jack, "It's not my job to hide them…" Jack hit him for that.
He ended up wearing one, just because there was no other way to hide the three distinct puncture wounds, and went out to his herd. He waited with them, sharing a couple apples, for the men from town to come and help sheer a few. It took them a while, but they brought him a pair of sheers as well, and the trimming got done a lot faster. One of the sheep that needed the trim was his black sheep- she wasn't too happy to get her locks cut off. Her prancing around and rolling in the grass afterwards was pretty funny. Her mate came to her afterwards and nuzzled up against her.
Jack helped carry the bundles of wool back into town, just like last time. He made a stop by the store to get some more food for Pitch, as well. Not surprisingly, the owner asked him why he had been buying so much meat lately. He explained that his friend Pitch, the one who came in with him all that time ago, was a heavy eater with a fast metabolism. He hoped he had made it convincing.
By the time he got back to the house it was dark. As he got up the last bit of the hill he spied his undead friend waiting for him on the front porch. He smiled at him and held up the bag he had. The teen stood for a brief second and then the next thing Jack knew a pair of grey arms were wrapped around his chest.
"You bought me something?" Pitch whispered, sounding like an excited child.
Jack smiled and handed him the bag. "I hope you like it," he said. The vampire floated as he ripped open the packaging. He grinned at the blood sausages inside. "And it's something solid that you could actually eat if you wanted to."
Pitch had devoured half by the time they got back to the house. Jack called him a pig for it.
Sitting on the fence, Jack watched as Pitch finished off the last of the treats Jack bought for him. "I'm surprised you don't get sick from eating so fast," he said, watching the vampire lick his lips.
Pitch frowned at him and watched as most of the herd resigned to their huts for the night. The eldest ram still didn't like Pitch, though, and kept watch. Jack had given up trying to convince him that Pitch wasn't bad- nothing he did worked.
Jack felt his friend's cold hands touching his shoulders. "If you're already hungry, you're a fatty," he stated plainly. Pitch chuckled and rested his chin on the top of Jack's head.
"I was going to thank you," he said, "I know I can get on your nerves. And those sausages were delicious…" Jack smirked, though Pitch didn't see, and asked if he was just happy he gave him food. "Maayybee…" was the response he got.
Laughing, Jack swatted Pitch's hands away. "You're such a stinkbrain!" he said. Pitch grinned at the terrible name calling and quickly pushed Jack to the ground for a tickle death match. Jack lost. Badly.
Neither teenager noticed they were being watched. It might not have worried Jack at all to see his friend Bunny watching them, but he might have been had he seen the way he himself worried.
Yes. That was supposed to be suspenseful.