Yay….Morgead's first ice cream!

Disclaimer: I own Night World!

No, actually, I don't….I own a copy of the book, but the characters belong to L. J Smith.

"Oh, come one, Morgead!"

"What is that?" Morgead stared in horror at the truck in front of them.

The bottom the truck was painted blue. The truck's window was surrounded with pictures of different flavour ice creams. Through the window, a man was leaning down to hand a little girl standing on her tip toes her strawberry ice cream. Exactly like the one painted on the truck's body, with the words "ICE CREAM" written on top. And the truck sings: The tune of the ice cream truck jingle playing over and over again, attracting more and more kids, lining up in front of the truck to have their share.

"It's where they sell ice cream!" Jez said happily, pointing at the huge picture on the truck.

"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!" A boy near by chanted happily.

Morgead continued to stare at the truck in horror. He mumbled something like "Icecreams forkids." under his breath.

"We are kids." Jez said with exaggerating patience. He just shrugged.

"It's not going to kill you or something." Jez pleaded, hoping her voice sounded convincing enough. "You just have to try. It's yummy!"

"How do you know?" Morgead asked, green eyes blazing in the shadows. "How do you know it doesn't have things deadly to us? They're human. We're vampires, Jez!"

"I tried it before! They don't put wood splinters in ice cream." Jez scowled. "And what else can kill us?"

"Carbon Monoxide?" Morgead said, looking terrified.

"What's Carbon Monoxide?" Annoyed, Jez crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Look, if you're not going, I'm going." She said as she made a motion as if to leave, "And you can stay here like a coward." She added, taunting. "Scared of ice creams."

She walked to the ice cream truck a few steps—into the sunlight. Morgead made no motion to move. Jez frowned. Usually, this should work. Morgead would have never allowed anyone to call him a coward, and she usually doesn't—she'd just make him aggressive—and an aggressive Morgead was the least thing she wanted, but at least he'd do whatever she said to prove himself. Which he's not doing right now.

He's really scared of ice creams, she thought.

I am not. Morgead chided in.

Whatever. She clenched her fist. She will show him. I am Jez Redfern and I never lose. She told herself.

There were a few kids in line waiting for ice cream. The ice cream truck jingle played over and over again. She remembered the first time Uncle Bracken had bought her ice cream—and the sensation was completely unexpected—it was soft, icy and creamy. She could feel it melting in her mouth, down her throat as she swallows it. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted—it was amazing. Just amazing.

If he knew… she sighed, and looked back. Morgead was still standing there in the shadows, staring at her incredulously. She'd drag him all the way here so he could try the most amazing thing in the six-year-old Jez's world—and here he is, stubborn as always, standing there accusing that there's Carbon Monoxide in ice creams—whatever that is.

"Are you coming or not?" Jez shouted back at him, annoyed. At least he'd stop looking terrified now.

"No. Someone should watch out when you get poisoned." He said, smiling slyly.

Jez glared at him. "We'll see who'll be the one begging for mercy." And with that, she turned away and walked toward the ice cream truck.

When she came back with her ice cream, Morgead was still standing there, watching her as she walked toward him.

"What are you staring at?" she asked, puzzled. He didn't seem to notice the ice cream at all.

"Your eyes look different in the sun." He blurted out, breaking out of his reverie.

"What?" Jez asked, baffled and surprised. She almost forgot that she was still holding the ice cream cone in her grimy hands. Morgead's cheeks were flushing red. It took her a few seconds to take in and realize that he was blushing—but she was just confused. What does ice cream have to do with her eyes?

Morgead, realizing what he has just said, added quickly, "It must be the poison in the ice cream."

"Ice cream is not poisonous, Morgy." Jez said furiously, confusion clearing away in her head. To prove her point, she licked her ice cream. "See?" She spread her arms out. "I'm alive."

"Maybe it doesn't take immediate effect." Morgead suggested.

"It is not poisonous!" Jez yelled in frustration, "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"It is."

"Is not!"

"Prove it."

They both stood glaring at each other for a minute. Then, Morgead opened his mouth to say something else. Without even thinking, Jez shove her ice cream, whole, into Morgead's mouth just as he was opening his mouth. Morgead was taken completely by surprise. His green eyes went wide. Jez just stared at him. Slowly, Morgead took the ice cream, and began slowly tasting the ice cream in his mouth. Jez looked at him carefully, unsure of his reaction.

He's not mad at me, is he? He must like the ice cream, right? Who doesn't?

And she saw Morgead's face lit up in astonishment.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"What is this thing?" He said, his green eyes glinting with amazement. "It's ice…but it's soft!" He staggered, "And…creamy...And sweet…"

"It's ice cream. I told you a million times already!"

"You didn't tell me it tastes like this."

"You keep saying it's poisonous. Remember?" Jez raised her voice. "Is it poisonous now?" She asked, raising her head smugly, as if winning a point in an argument. "Watch and learn, Morgy, I'm always right."

"Vanilla, chocolate, chocolate chip, strawberry, mint, rainbow sorbet…cookies n' cream!" Jez finished off.

"Where did you get all the money?" Morgead asked, amazed at how Jez had managed to hold ten ice cream at once.

"Uncle Bracken gave them to me." She said as a matter of fact. They were at the edge of the woods now. Jez and Morgead had run off before the ice cream guy could question the two whether they had parental permission to buy so many.

"And now!" Jez announced, "Ice cream time!" her silvery blue eyes glinting with excitement as she handed Morgead a cone.

"Try rainbow sorbet first!"

"…Does it taste like rainbow?" He asked, wide eyed.

Jez considered that for a moment. "I don't know." She confessed. "I'll take it then, you can try cookies n' cream first! Or strawberry…or this one…"

"You know what? You should have this one. It matches your hair." Morgead said seriously, handing her a cone back.

"My hair is not pink, Morgead."

"Sure, whatever you say, Jezebel."

"And your hair is green, Morgy. Mint green."

"Oh yeah?"

"Just shut up. Who was the one scared of ice cream? What's Carbon Monoxide anyway?"

"I bet you can't beat me."

"Beat you what?"

"Eating an ice cream."

"Oh, yes I can."

So the both of them sat there all afternoon, exploring the taste of the different flavours, and arguing who was the first to finish a cone. At last, they ended up lying on the ground with brain freezes and, well, if you can get drunk by eating too much ice cream, they were both feeling pretty dizzy.

"I love ice cream." Jez sighed dreamily, putting her head on Morgead's stomach.

"Me too." Morgead agreed.

That was short…but hopefully I'll be able to update more often : ) Whoa, I was dreaming about ice cream after I finished this…brought back my childhood memories too…save some for me, Jez!

Next chapter, we'll focus on Morgead's feelings more…well, the young Morgead.

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