Do-Wah stood up and gazed around, squinting – the sun hurt his eyes. He
staggered a bit and B.Bop went to help him – only to be pushed back. Do-Wah
shrugged.
"Who's gonna give me a ride?" the concept of a ONE Martian Air Bike didn't cross their minds and reluctantly 2-T said he would, boarding his OMAB and waiting for Do-Wah to join him, rubbing his neck as if he was imagining something bad was going to happen to it.
As they were flying to Mike's (which was only another corner) 2-T sat hunched up, hiding his neck. Do-Wah grinned.
"2-T if I wanted to bite you I could just grab your arm. There are veins there, too, you know." 2-T didn't like that remark and tried to stretch his sleeves so they would cover his wrists. When they did reach Mike's, B.Bop was wondering how to explain to their friends that Do-Wah was now a creature of the darkness.
"Open says me." B.Bop told the door and it slid open automatically.
"Hi guys!" Angela smiled, all three kids on Mike's couch. Dog flew in through the door ahead of the Martians, excited – Dog hadn't noticed the change in Do-Wah. B.Bop sighed and for once decided to stand up as he went to Cedric's side, 2-T and Do-Wah following. B.Bop and 2-T were frowning (bearers of bad news), but Do-Wah was grinning.
"Hey Ange!" he replied, smoothly. The kids seemed happy and B.Bop didn't want to ruin that, but...
"Guys, do you wanna know summat?" Do-Wah asked, bringing forward a cane chair. He sat down on it and the kids shrugged in reply, looking up at 2-T and B.Bop if they knew what this 'summat' was.
"Oh, boy!" B.Bop muttered, rubbing his neck. Do-Wah laughed.
"Oh, come on, B.Bop! It isn't that bad, really, but... well, I'm dead." The kids froze, confused faces brewing. Do-Wah smiled, B.Bop noticing his teeth were normal. Angela fidgeted uncomfortably, but then giggled.
"You can't be dead, Do-Wah. You're still alive!"
"In appearance... I'm a vampire." Well! Put it to them lightly! B.Bop thought, exasperated. Mike laughed as if it were a joke – BIG mistake.
"R-i-g-h-t Do-Wah. You're a vampire... r-i-g-h-t!" Do-Wah's normal blue eyes went silver and he growled inhumanly (well, inmartianly). He swept over to mike and grabbed him by the shoulders. He cocked his head onto one side and Mike had a sudden horrific image of 'Jeepers Creepers'. Do-Wah bore his teeth.
"And why's that so hard to believe, huh? I could drink all of your blood NOW if I wanted, but you're lucky you're my best friend... and anyway, I'm not hungry... thirsty... WHATEVER!" he let Mike go and went to sit down. B.Bop and 2-T looked ready to pry Do-Wah off Mike but of course he'd already let go. Now they were looking at him as if they didn't know what to do with him. They HATED what he'd become, but they knew that... somewhere... he was still the old Do-Wah.
Angela was crying and Do-Wah's face started to soften, his eyes turning blue and his now extended teeth were shrinking back to normal size. He felt sick.
"I'm sorry, Ange..." he whispered, getting up and going to wipe her tears away. She slapped his hand away and got up.
"See you later, Mike." She murmured, and then she left to go home – next door. Do-Wah bowed his head and sat down in her empty seat in a huff. 2-T sighed and sat down in Do-Wah's old chair and B.Bop was standing – watching where Angela had left, wanting to go, too. Do-Wah directed his attention to the TV and he started to watch. He then, unintentionally, grabbed a handful of nachos from a full bowl at his feet that he wouldn't have normally noticed. He popped one into his mouth, hoping it would help the growing hunger – but it didn't. He needed something... red... a thick liquid... something that tasted coppery... he needed... blood. He had actually been STARVING when he'd been shouting at Mike, but he hadn't want to scare everyone. Well, Angela had left anyway! Do-Wah's mouth no longer watered at the prospect of Quantum Burgers, he felt... empty... no more fast food... Do-Wah stopped eating the nachos and glanced out of the window, feeling lost. The sun was going down. Tomorrow, he thought... I'll take off my ring and the sun will take me... I'll burn and then just be a pile of cinders... He gulped and looked at his friends, all of whom were looking at him – Mike and Cedric with undecided fear and B.Bop and 2-T with worry. Do-Wah stood and walked behind the sofa, towards the mirror on the wall. He gazed at his reflection – his face was pale and he was crying, his mouth was also drawn tightly closed. Tomorrow, he thought, I'll die for the second time...
TBC...
Authors Notes: I HATE Jeepers Creepers, okay? Right that's all I have to say – oh and I will finish this soon, only with more reviews!!!!!!
"Who's gonna give me a ride?" the concept of a ONE Martian Air Bike didn't cross their minds and reluctantly 2-T said he would, boarding his OMAB and waiting for Do-Wah to join him, rubbing his neck as if he was imagining something bad was going to happen to it.
As they were flying to Mike's (which was only another corner) 2-T sat hunched up, hiding his neck. Do-Wah grinned.
"2-T if I wanted to bite you I could just grab your arm. There are veins there, too, you know." 2-T didn't like that remark and tried to stretch his sleeves so they would cover his wrists. When they did reach Mike's, B.Bop was wondering how to explain to their friends that Do-Wah was now a creature of the darkness.
"Open says me." B.Bop told the door and it slid open automatically.
"Hi guys!" Angela smiled, all three kids on Mike's couch. Dog flew in through the door ahead of the Martians, excited – Dog hadn't noticed the change in Do-Wah. B.Bop sighed and for once decided to stand up as he went to Cedric's side, 2-T and Do-Wah following. B.Bop and 2-T were frowning (bearers of bad news), but Do-Wah was grinning.
"Hey Ange!" he replied, smoothly. The kids seemed happy and B.Bop didn't want to ruin that, but...
"Guys, do you wanna know summat?" Do-Wah asked, bringing forward a cane chair. He sat down on it and the kids shrugged in reply, looking up at 2-T and B.Bop if they knew what this 'summat' was.
"Oh, boy!" B.Bop muttered, rubbing his neck. Do-Wah laughed.
"Oh, come on, B.Bop! It isn't that bad, really, but... well, I'm dead." The kids froze, confused faces brewing. Do-Wah smiled, B.Bop noticing his teeth were normal. Angela fidgeted uncomfortably, but then giggled.
"You can't be dead, Do-Wah. You're still alive!"
"In appearance... I'm a vampire." Well! Put it to them lightly! B.Bop thought, exasperated. Mike laughed as if it were a joke – BIG mistake.
"R-i-g-h-t Do-Wah. You're a vampire... r-i-g-h-t!" Do-Wah's normal blue eyes went silver and he growled inhumanly (well, inmartianly). He swept over to mike and grabbed him by the shoulders. He cocked his head onto one side and Mike had a sudden horrific image of 'Jeepers Creepers'. Do-Wah bore his teeth.
"And why's that so hard to believe, huh? I could drink all of your blood NOW if I wanted, but you're lucky you're my best friend... and anyway, I'm not hungry... thirsty... WHATEVER!" he let Mike go and went to sit down. B.Bop and 2-T looked ready to pry Do-Wah off Mike but of course he'd already let go. Now they were looking at him as if they didn't know what to do with him. They HATED what he'd become, but they knew that... somewhere... he was still the old Do-Wah.
Angela was crying and Do-Wah's face started to soften, his eyes turning blue and his now extended teeth were shrinking back to normal size. He felt sick.
"I'm sorry, Ange..." he whispered, getting up and going to wipe her tears away. She slapped his hand away and got up.
"See you later, Mike." She murmured, and then she left to go home – next door. Do-Wah bowed his head and sat down in her empty seat in a huff. 2-T sighed and sat down in Do-Wah's old chair and B.Bop was standing – watching where Angela had left, wanting to go, too. Do-Wah directed his attention to the TV and he started to watch. He then, unintentionally, grabbed a handful of nachos from a full bowl at his feet that he wouldn't have normally noticed. He popped one into his mouth, hoping it would help the growing hunger – but it didn't. He needed something... red... a thick liquid... something that tasted coppery... he needed... blood. He had actually been STARVING when he'd been shouting at Mike, but he hadn't want to scare everyone. Well, Angela had left anyway! Do-Wah's mouth no longer watered at the prospect of Quantum Burgers, he felt... empty... no more fast food... Do-Wah stopped eating the nachos and glanced out of the window, feeling lost. The sun was going down. Tomorrow, he thought... I'll take off my ring and the sun will take me... I'll burn and then just be a pile of cinders... He gulped and looked at his friends, all of whom were looking at him – Mike and Cedric with undecided fear and B.Bop and 2-T with worry. Do-Wah stood and walked behind the sofa, towards the mirror on the wall. He gazed at his reflection – his face was pale and he was crying, his mouth was also drawn tightly closed. Tomorrow, he thought, I'll die for the second time...
TBC...
Authors Notes: I HATE Jeepers Creepers, okay? Right that's all I have to say – oh and I will finish this soon, only with more reviews!!!!!!