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The match went off, surprisingly, without a hitch. I had a headache throughout the whole thing, but I'm used to being in pain. Once the match was over, and I had lost due to "Lita's" interference, Amy and I were supposed to sort of argue in the ring, and then one of us would storm off. The other was supposed to go up them and then kiss the other person to try and say "Let's make up, forget this." I had absolutely no problem with this earlier today.
Now………….
Well, let me just say that now it is quite difficult to concentrate on anything after discovering the resemblance between Amy and Adina.
"You okay, Chris?" She asked me. I nodded and she helped me stand up.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I yelled, so that the crowd could hear us. "I had everything under control!! I would've won!"
"You would've been unconscious!!" Amy yelled back. She started to storm off, but I grabbed her arm. I must've used more strength than I intended, since she seemed both surprised and a little in pain that I would grab so hard. I stepped towards her quickly and kissed her. The crowd around us got unusually quiet to see what she was going to do to me.
Kissing her, even for those few short seconds, was sheer bliss. I felt emotion from her in that kiss. Once we finally broke the kiss, I gave her a quizzical look with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged and we headed backstage to tons of cheers. Once we got behind the curtain, I planned to ask her about it.
Unfortunately, she must've known because she took off before I even had a chance to say her name.
I sighed dejectedly and turned in the direction of the dressing room, hoping to dress quickly, go to the meeting, then find someone to drink from since we're in the middle of the city. Normally, I try to stay away from human blood, since people get a little suspicious when you spend too long lavishing attention on someone's neck. Lately, I have resorted to drinking from animals, and take my word for it, it is just as gross as it sounds. They smell bad, not as bad as some things that I have smelled, but I very much prefer human blood. I just try to drink it in small doses.
After dressing in my street clothes, I head to the guerilla position, where these meetings are always held. My headache is no longer just a headache anymore. It has grown from just a headache to a muscle ache in my arm. If I don't get some blood pretty soon, I'll be aching all over and slowly begin to lose some of my power until I would shrivel up into nothingness.
Hopefully, I'll get some blood before that happens.
"All right, everyone, listen up. Stephanie, as you know is pregnant, and will be taking maternity leave soon." Vince began.
"If he called this creative meeting just for us to wish her happy childbirth, this was a waste of my time." I thought to myself. I shifted my weight, already getting impatient. I'm ready to go and get out of here.
"We are going to need a new creative head here for a while, just while Stephanie is out, and I wanted your opinions on the four that I have chosen. I will read off the names, and then we will decide tomorrow in the lobby of the hotel." Vince said. Everyone nodded and grumbled in agreement.
"Okay, here they are: Kurt Angle," There were many boos and groans around me and I couldn't help but smile. "Paul Levesque," More groans. "We have the option of calling Dwayne back, or the last choice is," Right about now, I had been slowly edging my way towards the back of the room, so that I could sneak out without anyone knowing, get my blood and go to sleep. Unfortunately, Vince decided that he was going to try and make my life a further hell. "The last choice is Chris Irvine." I stopped creeping and stared at him. Several people began to clap, and within a few minutes, the entire group was cheering for me.
"Great." I muttered. "Just great."
"Well, I don't think that we need to have another meeting tomorrow morning, it seems like you have chosen whom you want to do this job. Thanks to all of you. You are dismissed. Chris can I see you for a moment?" Vince asked. I slowly trudged up to him.
"Are you all right with doing this? You look a little pale right now."
"Of course I look pale, you idiot. I'm a vampire, and I need some blood. You are making me angry, and I am thirsty". Of course I say none of this to him.
"I'm fine with it. What do I have to do?" I asked him.
"Well, tomorrow morning before you leave, come and see me, I'll fill you in on what needs to be done."
"All right." I said, then walked off.
"Oh, and Chris?" Vince asked. I turned to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Get a good night's sleep, you look like you could use it." I nodded.
"Sure thing Vince." I continued on my way down the hall, and realized that I was in the hall with the painting that I liked. As I came closer to it, I noticed that Amy was standing in front of it. I was hoping that I could stop for a moment, and look at it, then go on my way without talking to her.
I was wrong again.
"It's a beautiful painting isn't it?" she asked me when I stopped. I nodded.
"One of a kind. I have never seen one like it. And, trust me, I know my art." I told her. If I have to stay and talk, then I am for sure going to brag for a little bit.
"The painting, it kind of looks like a father and a daughter doesn't it?" she asked me. I stared at the painting for a moment. A voice begins to echo in my ears.
"Promise me that you will never make another……………Promise me."
"Chris?" I shake my head to clear the thoughts out.
"Yeah, yeah, it does a little." I paused. "Like a father who can't get to his daughter. Constantly connected, but eternally apart." Amy turned to me.
"That is a beautiful analogy." She said. I shrugged.
"It's from experience." I said without thinking about it.
"You have a daughter?" she asked me. I sighed.
"Had. Past tense. I don't want to talk about it." I told her. But, like humans do, she continued to pry. My headache only continued to get worse.
"What happened?"
"I said I don't want to talk about it, so leave it alone!" I nearly shouted. My whole arm was beginning to shake. "I-I have to go," I muttered, leaving her standing there, wondering what the hell just happened. I didn't realize that I had cried until I felt a tear on my cheek.
I don't know why I still cry over Xaria. She is dead; I know this. She is in the ground and rotting, if she is not all dust and bones already. There is nothing that I can do to change this.
The past likes to leave marks on me.
I put the key in the door to unlock the rental car that I have when a noise sounds behind me. I whirl around, but there is nothing there. I look around the garage slowly, letting my eyes study everything. Once I am sure that there is nothing there, I open the door and climb in. Old age and lots of experience has made me a lot more cautious, even if I believe that I am the last vampire on Earth. I put the key in the ignition and start the car, when there is a banging on the window. The sound startles me, and I see it is only Amy. I roll down the window.
"What?" I asked grumpily.
"I'm sorry about…back there; I didn't mean to pry." I nodded.
"It's okay, I'm just a little touchy right now."
"That's fine. Also, I have a favor to ask you." She started. She stared at the ground for a moment, before looking me in the eyes again. "Can you give me a ride to the hotel? I was supposed to ride with Trish, but well-"
"Enough said, get in." I told her. I knew that Trish promised tons of people that she would carpool with them, and then as soon as she and Jay started to make out again, that thought goes flying out the window.
"Thanks a lot." She said. We both buckled up. My vision was starting to blur a bit. I grabbed onto the steering wheel hard with my right arm in an attempt to get it to stop shaking. "Are you sure that you're okay Chris? Ever since you were at that painting earlier, you seem a bit………..weird." She told me. I turned the car off and leaned back against the seat.
"Do you like me, Amy?" I asked her. She seemed taken aback by the question. "You can answer honestly, I won't care either way, it's just that………..that kiss earlier………I felt a lot of emotion in it. I don't know if it was for me or not, so just asking, you know." I already knew the answer to the question.
She liked me.
She was blushing and looking around. I thought that it looked pretty cute actually.
"Well, yeah, I do kinda like you. But you never answered my question. Are you alright?" By this time, I had let my arm relax without noticing, and it was shaking again. "Your arm is shaking." She commented. I nodded.
"I know. It gets this way from time to time. An old injury." I lied.
"Do you want me to drive?" she asked. I thought about it for a moment. Having her drive wouldn't be a bad idea, but I still needed to find someone to get blood from.
Unless I could distract her long enough to get some of her blood to hold me over until later tonight, when I could find someone in a club and drink properly. I could do it quickly without hurting her, or taking too much, but the longer I wait, the longer I'll drink.
"What the hell," I think, before suddenly leaning over and kissing her senseless. It is something that I have mastered over the years. Hey, with five thousand years of practice, you'd get pretty good at kissing too. I slowly inch my way down her neck, and tilt her head to the side. I can feel my canines slowly growing. I take the bite and the first taste is shockingly sweet. She moans and I almost smile, but I am too busy drinking. She honestly has no idea what I am doing, but whatever it is, it feels good. The liquid rolls off of my tongue and down my throat, and I can feel my strength replenishing with more that I drink.
It tastes so good, that I don't think that I can stop.
I have drank enough by this time to hold me over for a few more months, so I can stop, but I can't seem to pull myself away from her.
"Stop," she whispers. I try, honestly I do, but it is getting very hard.
"Stop, Chris." she says a little louder. I pull myself away from her. I bite my tongue and let two drops of my own blood drop onto the wound to heal it. She won't even notice. I lick my lips clean and back away from her.
"Sorry," I mutter. I start the car and put it into gear before she has a chance to say anything else.