[Seven Days]

"... About three things I was absolutely positive about: first, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't know how dominant that part was - that thirsted for my blood. And, third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him..."

The rest of the famous quotes from the popular teenage movie franchise eventually drained out of sound, to the much louder, more rattling, noise of Joanie Jets' snoring.

Joanie was bored one day, and had ventured out to Vaas' shack to watch any type of film he had sitting around. Which were plenty enough to last for two years-time. And, out of her own curiosity, after watching the thriller horror "Dog Soldiers", she wanted to see if the status of vampires had anything of good quality as the wolves did. Unfortunately, the last DVD disk of "Interview With A Vampire" was broke, so she went to the only vampire film title she found, under the rubble of romance films.

Twilight.

Joanie didn't last long through the film, because she was immediately lulled to sleep, after the film was taking an astronomical amount of time to actually hit any interesting climax of the resolution. She fell asleep after a scene of the main character, Bella Swan, and the vampire romantic, Edward Cullen, finally started having a non-discussion-relationship together. Joanie constantly kept nodding off to every part of the film, of Bella narrating of every, single event, and finally fell asleep.

In the shack, there was only one, wide armchair, that acted as the movie seat. Joanie was curled up in the seat, with her arms hugging her legs close to her chest, and the side of her face resting against the back-rest of the armchair. She was snoring loudly, like a sawmill.

"Fuck this." A voice drummed through her ears, but hardly enough to wake her up.

The humming noise of the television set still running was enough to keep Joanie asleep.

But, the feeling of someone brushing their fingers over her bangs, to part them from covering her face, was something that stirred her awake lightly. The next sensation of heavy blanket-fabric covering her small body was what made her flutter her eyes open.

"I know what you are!" Bella Swan declared bravely, as she nervously looked on somewhere else, other that facing Edward.

"Say it," Edward hissed down at Bella. "Out loud. Say it." He repeated himself, in a firm tone of voice.

"Fucking stupid-ass, glitter-sparkling, vampire. That's what you are."

A familiar Spanish accent rolling out insults made Joanie's eyebrows raise, and her eyelids lift. She turned her head a little to the left, looking over to where the television set was. She saw no one's shadow in front of the bright screen, so she thought she was hearing things. She turned her head back to rest against the armchair's backrest and closed her eyes, sighing to herself. The blanket wrapped around her body was warm and thickly layered, than the other thin sheets she used to sleep in.

Then, the soft, smooth sounds of gears rolling perked her ears up. The sounds reminded her of Mickey's mobile, prosthetic arm.

Joanie sat herself up now, stretching out her arms and yawning heavily. "... Mickey?" Joanie sighed out, rubbing her eye with the heel of her hand.

"No, pequeña. It's me." The same, Spanish voice spoke up.

Joanie's eyebrows raised again, and eyes widened in shock. "Vaas?!" She literally screeched, jumping off the armchair. "When did you get back?!" She searched for any figure of Vaas in the darkened shack, finding that he was already across the large room.

His figure was covered in the dark, farther away from the television's flickering blue light.

"Come here! I want to see you!" Joanie jogged over to Vaas' taller form, grabbing him by the wrist with both her small hands.

Hand gripped the cold steel of his wrist. She was shocked by this, and instantly let go from the touch. "What the...?" She murmured to herself, backing of a few steps from Vaas' shadowy figure. "Was that your... new arm?" She asked Vaas.

She heard him made a chuckle. "So, you knew about my surgery?"

"Uh, duh!" Joanie rolled her eyes dramatically. "Mickey saw you before your operation. She told me how you looked, and what Dynamite was going to do to fix you up." She took her recent steps forward to Vaas once more, grabbing his mechanical wrist. She lifted his hand up to her face to inspect it properly. "Whoa! You've got the same chrome and steel, like Mickey does!" She then looped around Vaas' back to his opposite side. "What's your leg look like?! Does it look different?! I heard that Eyes had to amputate the entire thing!" She ranted on with more questions being fired away, with Vaas remaining absolutely silent.

But, the questions soon came down to an end, when Vaas suddenly said something. "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Joanie halted her questions, looking up to Vaas' shadow-covered face.

"I said I'm sorry. For being a fucking dick about last time, when I fought with Mickey." He clicked his tongue, lowering his head slightly. "I shouldn't have exposed you to that kind of fucking bullshit. Not to any kid..." Joanie was silent now. "... I feel like my fucking dad, when he fought with mom in front of me. He was such a prick."

But, he felt the assuring pat on the middle of his back from Joanie's strong, but small, hand. "It's okay. I got to stab you in the back twice, so we're even." She couldn't help but make an arrogant chuckle. But, Vaas made a sounding smirk to that response. "And, anyways... It doesn't matter much, now. What happened, happened. Yeah?"

Vaas was astounded by the little girl's spunk. She toughed out the fight, and still found ways to still have heart in the situations. Perhaps she wasn't the one, like every little girl her age, to cry so often. Or, perhaps her crooked parents were smart enough to toughen her up to the hard, emotional moments to placeholder everything. She was being a little snarky, yes, but not to where Vaas would go awol on her.

"Maybe I am the one." Vaas laughed at himself, confusing Joanie. "Maybe I am the one teaching you how to be spunky."

"Pfft." Joanie rolled her eyes again. "My parents taught me how. You're just boosting it to the extreme!"

Vaas and Joanie walked towards the television set together, still seeing that it was flickering blue light of the teenage-drama film reeling on.

"Why the fuck are you watching this Twilight bullshit?" Vaas asked, ejecting the DVD disk out of the DVD player.

"Why the fuck do you have it in your possessions?" Joanie retorted, folding her arms.

"I wanted to see what all the hype was about, with this fucking film. I watched only fifteen minutes of this shit, while you fell asleep, and I wanted to go throw it in the Pit and blow-torch it." Vaas looked down at the design front of the DVD disk, and made a disgusted face. "I wasted too much money on a twenty-dollar film title, like this piece of fucking crap."

"Vampires and werewolves..." Joanie mumbled, while Vaas snapped the disk in half. "Next thing you know, they're going to make stupid romance films out of aliens!"

"They did." Vaas immediately answered.

"WHAT?!" Joanie screeched, sounding as if she were ready to flip over the television set.

[The Body]

Joanie couldn't stop staring at Vaas' face and new limbs, once they were outdoors, into the deep, beaming sunlight of the afternoon. Having a better look at his face, Joanie was shocked.

His new arm was entire, instead of half. It was an advanced, ball-jointed prosthetic arm that was all mobile. His robotic fingers moved normally and smoothly, and the flexing done to the rest of the arm was superb. Everything that bended in his arm and fingers were ball-jointed, helping it to smoothly mobile, just as a human's arm. It, too, shared the same, chrome color, as his jaw did.

His leg was also an entire prosthetic leg, instead of half of it. Just like the arm, it was also a ball-jointed limb, that moved in perfectly on walk, run, jog, or speeding.

Both the limbs were created and attached the same to his human torso in the same procedure. Connecting to muscles in his body, that he could control fluently with his brain.

Vaas' face looked completely normal. Cleaner from the constant mending Dynamite and Eyes had to do to his body, since he was asleep for the entire month. His lower-jaw was a different story now.

His lower-jaw was a mechanical function of steel and cybernetic tech. The lower-jaw fitted to his face like a chin-strap. The jaw was a smooth, metallic structure, that was also attached to the backs of his cheekbones, so that they could function as a regular, opening jaw. The jaw's underside was entirely surgical skin and thin, excess skin, that was blending into his skin tone, down from his throat, to his collarbone. The jaw wasn't as bulky as Joanie kept picturing it to be. Instead, it was a fitted lower-jaw, that matched up perfectly to Vaas' facial plant. The metal was smoothed out to a chrome-finish, and looked as a mimicked, prosthetic mirror of his old jaw.

He had no bottom lip, which meant his new set of bottom-row teeth were exploit. The lower-jaw's new set of teeth were white, unbreakable steel, that were shaped perfectly into teeth. His upper-row of teeth were also the same, after his normal row of teeth were pried out, and replaced with the same, white steel teeth. They looked like normal, pearly-whites, but obviously a different story, if they were strong enough to bite through metallic cables.

And, they could.

"Mickey will be having a heart attack, when she sees you." Joanie jokes.

Vaas opened his mouth to bark out laughing. Joanie watched in awe as his cybernetic lower-jaw opened up, with the sounds of the gears rolling softly, from where the gears hooked close to the backs of his cheekbones, and to the sides of his strong neck. Vaas' upper-jaw was still there, and his upper-lip, so he could make a smile or grin properly. Strangely, the jaw could format with his facial expressions perfectly.

"Whoa." Joanie couldn't help but softly say, as she watched Vaas laugh. "That looks so creepy."

"Aw," Vaas made a petulant pout.

A very, VERY short chapter. Sorry about that, mate. I just wanted it to be all about Vaas' new limbs and jaw. And some bonding with Joanie Jets.

How will things go, with his new body? See more soon, in the next chapter...!