The rather large house in New Mayhem, owned by one Aubrey, was quite a show. There was nothing simple about it, from the outside in, from the roof down. There was a lack of color and you could tell that the house was rushly inhabited. Like no one had lived inside for decades and then suddenly everyone did.
The owner reflected the house's complexity. Aubrey was a bold hard looking person and though once Jessica had a few words with him he left to go have a snack. Jessica gave me some cracker realizing how far my distant for feeding went. She admitted to finding it a little funny but didn't elaborate to me happiness. After I had munched on the crackers and she had gone over what not to do to tick Aubrey off and when, she started on the tour.
This lower level of the old house had near five rooms and three bathrooms. There was a kitchen dining room, that was used for circuit parties, a 'family room', though there was little family Aubrey admitted to wanting to spend time with other than Jessica, and a drawling room.
The second floor was basically two wings. The turned off wing was full of about eight rooms and several bathrooms. The other wing was lined with two rooms, one of which Jessica and Aubrey alternated sharing and fighting in, and the other that I would be using. There were also two larger rooms that used to be used for workrooms when the house was still new. One of the workrooms was Aubrey's Jessica stated that under any circumstance was she or I to go in there, "Either of us could be maimed." The other was her's. The walls were lined with bookshelves. There as a larger desk in the back corner. On one end of the paper-lined wood was a small laptop. Next to it was a larger Dell computer.
The other sides of the room, though, seemed completely empty and void in their bookshelf-lined way. As though there was on sigh in this side of the empty shelves had no inclination of what was just on the other side of the room from it.
At that point, though, Jessica left me to wonder. While I had no doubt she went to feed again. Now I lay on the large black four-post bed in the large maroon room, feeling largely empty and alone, much like the way that half a room must feel.
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It had to be three hours later that I first felt a presence downstairs. I didn't want to move to go see who it was, though I didn't have to, as the presence came to me. In minutes, the doorway to the room was filled, though I didn't have to look to know who it was. The energy was wholly foreign to me.
"You are a pathetic excuse for a vampire." I don't move.
"Excuse me for not protesting."
"What in is Vida? The fact that you know your mother would kill you on site?"
"No."
"Your… sister?"
"No."
"Aunt, brother, cousin, uncle?"
"No."
"Yourself?" I lift my head and look at him. He smirks as seeing the hunger in my eyes, or maybe it was the disconcert in my face period. "You are something." I shake my head and look back at the large window I had the blinds moved from.
"No, there you are wrong… I'm nothing." As I look back at him, I was almost surprised to see the surprise on his face. "I'm not worth this," I look at my hands and away from him lying my head back down on the covers. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes.
"You know," He almost sounded alive to me, "We really need to do something about your name." I look at him barely lifting up my head.
"Three minutes ago you were acting like YOU would kill me! Now you want to fix my name?" He looks at me blankly, "Sorry for thinking you were a vampire." I lay back down and he laughs a little.
"No little witch," He walks into the room, "Sorry for thinking you were any different from any other fledgling I had ever met before." I look at him as he sits down on the end of the bed. "And take it as nothing other than the fact that I don't want it highly known that I have a witch under my roof. Not to mention keeping that dear mother of yours away from me. Nothing meant by it but Dominique is quite… annoying." I nod.
"No explanation needed," I say lowering my head. "And you weren't raised by her witch-ful gaze." I blink twice, "And I was, and still turned out like you." He shakes his head still looking at me.
"So about that name?" I look at him and shake my head.
"I don't care, I never much liked 'Sarah' anyway." He smirks.
"Honestly I think Sarah suits you perfect. Just the spelling of it… is too traditional, too… innocent. I think you just need to take the name and spell in differently, and that way you don't have to learn to answer to a new name either." I look at him a little confused. "Just a thought."
"I like it," I look at my door and Jessica smiles at me thoughtfully. "Well?" I look from her to Aubrey and back.
"Ok… whatever." She sighs and walks over to the bed flopping down next to me.
"It can't be a whatever thing. This is your name, that you're going to spend forever with… it needs a yes or no." I look from her to him again and he shrugs. I look at Jessica again. She had a pleading look on her face, though I didn't know why. I shrug and drop my head into the comforter.
"Fine," I mumble. Jessica raises an eyebrow when I glance at her. "Ok I'll do it, but how the hell are you gonna spell that?" I look at Aubrey and he closes his eyes thinking.
"C-e-r-a." He opens his eyes and Jessica smiles.
"I've been rubbing off on you babe." Aubrey closes his eyes again and shakes his head once before disappearing. Though I could tell he was still in the house.
"But what about my last name?" Jessica goes into thinking mode and after a minute looks up at me.
"Why not… what's Kristopher's last name again?" I look at her a little confused.
"I don't wanna use his last name."
"Why?" I look at her like she was blond.
"It's just weird."
"So… he's a hunk. Not to mention he was the one that made you." I shake my head.
"Really both of them helped."
"But he's the one the fed you?" I look at her out of the corner of my eye and then nod.
"Yeah."
"So…?" I shake my head.
"No. I won't." Jessica sighs, conceding defeat.
"Alright… Well then something plain… like, Green."
"No! Not Green!" Jessica sighs again.
"Fine… Blue?" I laugh a little and she shakes her head. "Well then you think of something!" I look at her and smirk.
"Cera Black." Jessica looks at me with utter astonishment.
"Did you want me to name the whole flippin' rainbow!" I laugh. She shrugs and stands up. I won't mention that black is not on the color wheel. She looks around the room thinking for a second before smirking. "I like it," She says simply and walks out of the room. I laugh again.
I roll over onto my back and look at the ceiling. There was something new about looking at it now, different that twenty minutes ago when I looked at it. I shake my head and roll over onto my side. I tuck my hand under my head and close my eyes.
Something breaks in the kitchen; I don't pay attention to it.
Sleep comes hard and heavy.
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The next evening when I woke up the sun was barely setting. Jessica and Aubrey were both still out. I crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. I open the cabinet and smiled at the sight of the only thing I knew would be in this house. Wine, booze, and anything else that would be illegal to a twenty-year-old.
I grab down a bottle of the cheep liquor and willed myself to the slums.
No vampire can live at all if they are kept away from a food source for more than ninety-six hours, less if they're younger. My mother's words were like acid in my nearly empty veins now.
I walk down the dark alley and over to where a plump man sat with his ass planted on a broken down box. I could hear his heart beat hard and slow as he slept. I kick him with the heel of my boot and he looks up at me groggily after a second. I twist the cap off of the bottle and take a swig. He looks at the bottle.
To a vampire, alcohol is nearly poisonous if consumed in the blood stream. Thank you Dominique.
I crouch down next him and hand him the bottle. As his chubby fingers reach for it I surveyed how his shirt was on his neck. Loose. I let the bottle travel into his hand but as he pulled it back to his mouth I grabbed it again and lunged forward, a few milliseconds later, sinking my fangs sloppily in to his chubby neck. Fighting not to gag, I take all I thought necessary. He was as good as dead though with how hungry I was.
I return to the house and lean against the counter, taking a bigger swig of the alcohol. Jessica walks in to the kitchen and stops before saying whatever she was going to say. I was going to say, in the scarce light, she almost made the purple bunny slippers and the purple robe thing work. She looks at me for a minute before I think she realized what she was looking at.
I look at her letting my head fall to my shoulder. "Are you happy now?" She looks at me for a few seconds before a slow smile creeps over her face.
"At least tell me you killed… it," She says after recovering and walks over to the freezer getting out a popsickle. I look at her back and smirk.
"If not, it'll be dead in a few hours." She looks at me and shakes her head.
"That's what you get for not eating." She opens the popsickle and bites off the top. "A hoard of corpses," Then she walks out of the room without a care.
"But I don't want even a cadaver."
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It wasn't another three nights later that even the sparse killing became easier. After the first time, Jessica was always close by when I went out. She liked the liquor method, as she called it. But it was on the third night that she made me go out without the liquor and tore me away from the slums. The blood there was all dingy and over used.
So, she took me to a club just out side of New Mayhem borders. The people were beautiful, sweaty and there were so many of them. It made my fangs grow just looking down on them all from the balcony.
"You're making this way to easy," Jessica yells at me as I stop on the incline. I smirk at her and run to catch back up with her. "You know this should be that boyfriend of your's doing this."
"What?" She smirks.
"That's out here, teaching you to do what nature tells us to do," She turns her body completely to face me, "Feed." She walks down faster and into the hoard of lively beings. I don't bother mentioning that Christopher was never my boyfriend.
I quickly loose Jessica in the crowd, or maybe that was her point. I walk a little further until a rather large body crashes into my side. I look over at him as he starts to apologize about the brush but he stops as he looks me in the eyes. Maybe it was the sweat on his body or the fact the he was shirtless or maybe my building hunger combined with the other two, but something was making my mind scream to take him now, bite him and drink him dry right that second.
But I fight the urge down. "It's ok," I say quickly as he starts to talk. I look at him friends, most were oblivious to us now. "Do you wanna dance?" He smiles shortly and nods.
"Sure," he says in a drug out way. I had to fight to suppress a laugh. I let him lead me to where the majority of people were dancing and we… well, dance. All dancing anymore seemed to be made up of grinding, rubbing, and utterly touching in sensitive spots and every touch seemed to make the senses in my head go off.
After about twenty minutes I start to move him toward the back of the club, where there were less people and the majority were strung out on something. After another ten minutes he seemed to notice where we were going and sped up the process so we were off the floor in another five after that. I was leaning against the wall his head buried in my neck. If I were still human I would have been worried about having a hickey. I let him go on like that for a little while before pulling his face to mine and egging on the make-out.
Somewhere in the kisses, my thought seemed to make this person into a more known person in my mind. Even in my mind I still couldn't admit what was true; I hadn't gone a day, maybe even an hour without thinking about Christopher. My mind made this overly built and under-cared for boy into the vampire that created me, that only seemed to make me like kissing him more.
Never kill in public, Jessica's mind cut into my own and I had to wonder if she could see my fantasy. I slowly move the kisses from the boy's throat; Jessica had destroyed my fantasy. I kiss the skin on his neck tenderly and slightly aware of how easily humans bruised. I slowly sink my fangs in to his throat, making sure he didn't feel the pain. He moaned as I began to drink slowly. And makes sure you erase all of this, he can't even remember your face. I made a mental note of it and continued to feed.
After another hour, and three other boys. I was full. Jessica was feeding happily as I walked into one of the back rooms. She stands and looks me like she was doing something everyone did. "What," She says innocently, "And Mr. Washboard abbs was just a fling." I shake my head at her and smile as she pulls the double doors shut behind her. I read over the little gold plate; executive.
"My, my, we like the rich ones don't we?" She smiles.
"What can I say? I like expensive things." She pulls a wad of bills from her but pocket and rolls it up sticking it in the front of her shirt, no doubt lodging it in between her breasts.
"You are sick." I say as we start for the exit. She smiles and nods.
"I know." We walk down the street a little ways and then smirking we both port to the house.
As I materialize in the living room, Aubrey gives me a look. I lift an eyebrow and Jessica materializes next to me. She gets the same look. "What," It was her that got up the gull to ask.
"Circuit, here, next weekend." Jessica growls and straddles in his lap.
"Why," She grumbles lying her head on his shoulder. I shake my head at her.
"They thought it would be a good idea."
"I like looking for my food not having it walk into my house." Aubrey kisses her temple and looks at me.
"You ok with this?" I shrug.
"I've been at a bash before," I say walking toward the stair, "Though it was only because Nikolas refused to let me leave without inflicting damage." Jessica laughs a little.
"Both of those brothers love you don't they?"
"Oh yeah," I yell back down and shut the door to my room.