Bloody Truth: Chapter 2
I make to slam the door but her hand darts out and catches it. She's strong and the door doesn't even even sway as I throw my weight against it.
"Oh. That's rude," The girl says smirking.
"What do you want?" I hiss between my clenched teeth.
"I just want to talk to him." I stare at the girl for a moment, she looks younger than me. "Look I'm not going to hurt him."
Tentatively I pull the door open. And stand there, waiting for her to step in. She doesn't budge. Dramatically she rolls her eyes.
"You have to invite me in, stupid." Her tone is condescending, gray eyes narrowed.
"Like in True Blood?" The girl's eyes narrow further.
"Sort of."
"Can I take my invitation back?"
"No. You invite me once and I can come or go as I please." She smirks at me. I puzzle over this information for a moment.
"Come on in." The girl smiles and steps inside the doorway, shutting the door behind her.
"Now, where is he?" Her smile fades and she stares up at me.
"Hey, Kyle!" I call. Not taking my eyes off her.
"What?" An annoyed voice calls back.
"Come here." My voice must sound rude but there's a fucking vampire standing in front of me. And the one who changed Kyle at that.
The girl's eyes flicker away from me to look beyond me. I presume she's looking at Kyle. She examines him for a moment as he comes to stand next to me.
"You." Kyle suddenly hisses. The girl rolls her eyes.
"Lovely to see you again, Kyle was it?" Her eyes flicker to me briefly and a look of disgust passes over her face.
"What did you do to me?"
"I believe I have accidentally changed you into a vampire." The girl gives a quick sheepish smile.
"Accidentally?" I ask.
"The vampires are talking, human." The girl snaps.
"Don't talk to Kenny like that!" Kyle snaps. The girl's eyes swivel back to Kyle. "Who are you anyways? What did you do to me?"
"Uhm, first off, my name is Rodranomdamia. You may call me Rory. And as I said before it was an accident!" I feel my head begin to ache the moment she says her name. Kyle furrows his brow.
"How do you turn somebody into a vampire on accident!?"
"Well I think that that I nicked my lip with my fang and my blood go into your blood stream." Rory leans back against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest. Her small figure is clad in an oversized striped shirt and black skinny jeans. Combat boots are barely held to her skinny legs and give her a fairly badass appearance.
"So you were just going to kill me!?" Kyle's voice rises in anger. Rory shrugs her tiny shoulders.
"I hadn't fed in two months. You have to admire my self control. I almost drained this little blond but red-heads taste so much better." The blonde girl smirks.
"Blo-blonde?" Kyle's eyes are wide. Rory hums, gray eyes flickering to the ceiling.
"Yeah. He smelled like coffee. Very strong coffee." Kyle looks up at me, eyes wide.
She was going to kill Tweek. What would've been the repercussions? I know from talking to Craig that he's obsessed with Tweek. Tweek is his everything. I know that without Tweek there would be no Craig. And he can't come back like me. It would be his end.
"So you're going to come with me so I can teach you to be a vampire. Because that's my duty as a maker." Rory pushes herself upright from the doorframe.
"No. I can't." Kyle steps backwards, clutching onto my arm. Rory rolls her eyes.
"I knew you wouldn't so I made arrangements for me to stay here." Rory smiles widely. Revealing no fangs.
"Why do you not have fangs?" I ask. A look of disdain passes over her face. She jerks towards me suddenly. She growls and bares her teeth, white fangs snapping out of her gums over her incisors. I start backwards, running into Kyle. Rory smirks, stepping back.
"They retract, dumb ass." Rory moves her mouth like she's grimacing and the fangs slip back under her gums.
"How can I do that?" Kyle blurts.
"You can't. At least not for a couple of weeks. Depends on how fast you learn. Are you in pain right now?" Rory asks suddenly.
"No..."
"But you-" Her eyes settle on me. "You didn't. Shit. Oh fucking hell. Kid do you have any idea what you've done?"
Rory begins moving quickly. Shaking her leg and swinging one arm while the other hand pinches her nose.
"Kid! When you feed from a human you either have to drain them or cut them and drink from that! Are you stupid?" Kyle and I stand stunned into silence. Rory takes a deep breath and drops her hand away from her face. "Looks like I'm going to have to cram a lot into tonight for you to understand why I am upset."
"Kenny... Kenny's not goin-"
"He's not going to become a vampire. Look, I'm your maker. Right? You basically belong to me as of now." Kyle looks indignantly at the blonde girl but she forges ahead, "Look I can make you do whatever I want. That's how this works, you can't refuse either. I command you to turn around."
Kyle's body whirls around, forcing him to look the other direction, away from Rory. Kyle looks shocked for a moment, staring down at his body in disbelief.
"You can turn back now," Rory says, a hint of a smirk on her face, "Because you bit, Kenny is it? Because you bit him he's become your thrall. Basically a human slave. It also entitles other vampires cannot claim him. Command him now."
Kyle looks over at me in shock, green eyes wide. A plethora of emotions cross his features before he settles on determined.
"No." Kyle's blazing eyes swivel to Rory's furious ones.
"Why not? Because he's your friend? As a vampire you don't have friends. Humans are food and amusement, that's it. Is it because you-" Rory cuts herself off mid-rant. A mischievous glitter comes into her eyes. Kyle looks horrified face draining of all color.
I'm in all honesty confused. And pissed. Pissed because now I'm a human slave and because I don't know what the fuck is going on. Kyle's pissed now, I can tell because the tips of his ears are pink.
"Tell him to go get the Cheetos." Rory's voice is solemn, quiet. Kyle looks back at me for a moment then whirls back to face Rory.
"How did you know we had Cheetos?"
"I'm a vampire, dumb ass. Heightened sense of everything!" Rory rolls her eyes, "Stop stalling. Before you tell him what to do add 'I command.'"
I suddenly find my voice, "What if I don't want to?"
"You don't get a choice." Rory snaps and then looks pointedly at Kyle, "And I'm only going to make him do this once so he understands what you being a thrall means."
"Fine," I mutter darkly. Rory gives another pointed look to Kyle and he swallows thickly.
"I command you to go get the Cheetos." My body moves on its own accord. My legs move fluidly to carry me to the kitchen. My arm stretches out and grabs the Cheetos before I return to the living room.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I stare in disgusted awe at the crumbled bag in my hands.
"See!?" Rory exclaims gleefully, clutching her hands together. She looks like a child with her big eyes and gleeful expression. I swear she could dance with how happy she looks.
"Well just fucking peachy," I snap, shoving the bag into Kyle's hands. I turn to leave, pissed as all of hell.
"Kenny! Wait!"
"No!" I snap viciously. So I helped my best friend only to end up being a human slave. And Kyle's creator is an egotistical ass hole. Fucking twat. I stop short as a small body now blocks my path.
"Look. He had no way of knowing this would happen." Rory and I are far enough away that Kyle probably can't hear us talking. "It isn't his fault."
"You're right it's yours-"
"Yes. It is." Rory interrupts me mid-growl. I'm taken aback by her brute honesty. I also didn't expect her to take any of the blame let alone take all of it. Rory looks to the ground. She shifts her weight. "Kyle do you mind if Kenny and I speak privately outside?"
Kyle looks at me, I shrug.
"That's fine I guess..."
Rory sweeps away. Her eyes on the ground. I follow meekly behind. I give a quick smile to Kyle, hoping it looks reassuring. It doesn't reassure me though. I just met this girl and she tried to kill my best friend less than a day ago. And I've just been an asshole to her for the past half hour. What's the worst that could happen? She steps outside and I close the door behind me.
"What?" I ask irritably.
"Look I'm sorry for what I've done. Changing him and all. But I can't take it back. I did what I did, understand?" Rory turns back to face me. I can see her apology is genuine. Her eyebrows are pulled together and her lips drawn tight. "And I'm sorry for what's happened to you. He didn't know though and neither did you. You cannot be angry at anyone for that. And now Kyle needs you as his friend more than ever."
I'm honestly surprised at her apology. I'd painted this picture in my head in the half hour I've known her. A bitch with no remorse.
"I don't regret what I did. But I am sorry that my mistake has hurt you. Kyle will be able to release you after awhile but he has a lot to learn before that can happen." Her gray eyes flicker up to my blue eyes, she sweeps her hair out of her eyes with a tiny pale hand. Her nails are painted with stripes of black and white, just like her shirt.
"So why Kyle?" I ask, leaning against the railing of my porch. The railing groans under stress.
"Like I said red heads taste better. And so do-" Rory interrupts herself with a hand over her mouth. "Oops. I don't know if you should know that!"
"What?"
"Didn't I just say I don't know if you should know that." Rory rolls her eyes exasperated. "Look, I'll teach Kyle all I can. But he needs to be willing to learn and for him to be willing he's gonna need you."
"Why should we trust you?"
"Because I'm the only chance he has at being good vampire. Without me he could become an abomination." Rory rests her hands on her hips. I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"So how's all this gonna work?" I gesture vaguely with my hand.
"Well it'll probably take a few years for me to teach him everything about being a vampire and then he can go off and make decisions of he wants to do but it's very unlikely he'll be able to stay here." Rory leans against the side of my house. She's shivering now, arms crossed over her chest.
"Aren't vampires supposed to not get cold or something?" I try changing the subject to something lighter and not as serious.
"We're warm blooded. We have beating hearts. We can get cold." Rory's voice is annoyed.
"Beating hearts?" I question jokingly. Rory rolls her eyes and walks towards me. I swallow, briefly fearing for my life. Then of course I remember I'll just come back in the morning. Rory reaches out and grabs my wrist, bringing my hand to her pulse point under her neck. I jerk my hand back in surprise.
Her heart is actually fucking beating. Holy shit.
Rory's eyebrows furrow together suddenly, "What are you?"
"What?" I ask stupidly.
"You don't smell like other humans. It's different." Rory takes a step back from me. "Like charred flesh."
My heart skips a beat as her scowl grows deeper. She can literally smell the stink of death on me. Her gray eyes give me a quick once over before returning to my eyes. She's never seen anything like me before in all of her years she's roamed this earth. I swallow again. Rory suddenly shakes her head.
"Y'know what? Never mind. I don't want to know. Whatever it is, it's got a strong hold on you. Just make sure Kyle sleeps in a dark room. Sunlight won't kill him but it can leave some pretty bad side affects. Ciao." Rory turns and begins to leave my home, walking towards the center of town.
"Wait!" She turns back, a gust of wind blowing her hair in a violent halo about her head, "Is there something you know and aren't telling me?"
"There's a lot of things I know and aren't telling." Rory calls back and she's gone, swallowed by the night. I lean back against the rail against. Pushing the heels of my hand into my eyes.
This is a lot to process in one night. I need a fucking cigarette. The cold begins seeping into my skin but I ignore it. I died of hypothermia once, it wasn't that bad. Okay I lied. It was probably one of the worst ways I've ever died. I need something stronger than a cigarette. Maybe I'll text Craig later and see if he's got any weed I can bum off him.
"Kenny?" I look up at the door, blinking the spots from my eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Where's Rory?" Kyle asks quietly.
"She went to the motel. Said she'll be back tomorrow night." Kyle looks down swiftly, something obviously bothering him.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No." I answer with no hesitation.
"Why not?"
"Because it isn't your fault, Kyle." Kyle looks up his emerald eyes meeting mine before darting back to the ground.
"Yes it is." I almost miss the reply it's so quiet.
"No, Kyle. It's not."
"But I-"
"You didn't know. I didn't know. That's all there is to it." I straighten up from the railing. Dipping my hands into my pockets.
"Ken-"
"Kyle. Don't argue with me."
"What'd she talk to you about?"
"She said she was sorry."
"That's it?"
"Yeah. And I asked her why she bit you." I go silent.
"And..?
"And what?"
"Why did she?"
"Said red heads taste better and then she was going to say something else but all she said was 'I don't know if you should know that.'" I walk over to the door, Kyle walking backwards so I can get in the door.
"I don't know about you but I'm fucking hungry." I grab my orange parka from the closet and grab a black hoodie for Kyle to wear. "Let's go to the diner."
Kyle catches the hoodie as I throw it to him. He fingers the dark gray material before he pulls it on over his head. Kyle is swallowed by the large sweatshirt. It always amuses me when Kyle wears my clothes, he looks so tiny in them. He's still wearing his jeans, which are skinny and show off his legs nicely.
I reach over and ruffle Kyle's hair lightly. He protests loudly, ducking out from under my hand.
"Dude!"
"Did you take a shower?"
"Yeah. Dude, I was covered in blood."
I laugh and roll my eyes, scooping my car keys out of my pocket. The rusty old truck sits at the curb, welcoming to its comfort.