Author: wew! i like this chapter. I like this story...oh my gosh i sound high. Its cause im reading Anita Blake novels for the 5(?)th time. Vampireation!
Crap, Crap, Crap! I wonder if this will give me a sunburn? Crap, Crap, Crap! I felt like I had been lying in the sun for a few hours to long. Oh yay! Sweat freedom. I ducked into a doorway and slammed the door shut behind me. I had just entered my favorite place in the world, Star of Sin. It was a juice bar/ actual bar that was open all hours. It also served a diverse menu. I know it sounds like I'm selling the place. I sorta am since I work there.
"Hey Marie! You okay?" asked the man behind the counter. He had shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes. He was taller than me and dressed meterosexual-hot. That was sort of the dress code for employees. That thought made me look to myself. I was wearing a plain gray T' and jeans. Over that I wore a torn brown leather jacket. Decorating both my shirt and jacket was my blood.
"Oh yeah. Just peaches." I said sarcastically. I sat on the bar seat in front of him.
Concern crossed his face once he got a good look at my condition. "What happened?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I lean my head on the coolness of the oak bar. I didn't even care what stickiness layered the surface.
"Try me." He leaned forward giving me his best genuinely interested smile. It was his best because it was true. He really wanted to know. That's just the guy Shane is.
I sigh. "I got jumped in an ally way. The guy had fangs, and he bit me. Now I am the walking dead who feast on blood. Not only that but I instinctively kill the creatures. Oddly enough, I have enough self preservation not to kill myself." I finished thoughtfully.
He just looked at me. I'm not crazy I tell ya! "Come again?"
I was currently wrapped in a clean blanket on the red love seat in the back room. In my hands was hot coco. I had asked for brandy but apparently being dead didn't change me being underage. Now you will notice I insist on saying I'm dead. You would think I would be in denial. Isn't that like the first step to recovery or something? Maybe it's because of the feeling I got before I died. The feeling of being a part of a greater force…I really don't know.
"Are you sure you don't need a doctor?" Shane asked for the bazillionth time. I know he didn't believe the story of my death.
"Shane. I'm dead. Take my pulse. Its not there." I hate it when people think I am crazy. Or that I'm making it up. I'm not. You know its true right? Right?
Shane just shook his head. "Next you'll be telling me fairies are real."
"Hey. Do we really have any evidence they aren't?" death made a believer out of me.
Shane looked at me like I had grown another head. "You're kidding me."
I smiled sheepishly. "Sorta. But really, check my pulse." I held out my wrist.
He put his fingers on it and for a few seconds nothing happened. Then it was like time started slowing. I felt it. My pulse, just for a second started up. I jerked back holding my wrist. My pulse, or rather my absence of a pulse went back to normal.
I looked to my coworker. His eyes were wide. "…What…What happened?"
Good question.
