She looked in his eyes, and faltered. She sighed. "You're still an outstanding liar. Happy?"
This time, he faltered in her eyes. They stopped right in front of his Victorian house.
"Almost," he said, and kissed her again. The emotions that were revealed two years ago were out in the open again, and although Michel was not very good in expressing his vampire feelings, he knew his feelings for Kerry had definitely been dormant these last two years compared to what he felt now. Even his blood lust could not compare, and for a vampire, that says a lot.
He was kissing her like he did two years ago; he held her face softly with both hands, and coincidentally, was even wearing the same attire: white shirt, blue jeans.
They did not make declarations this time around. They did not need to. All the "embarrassing" things were admitted at Marsala's home. What do you say when you want to tell her she means a lot? he thought.
"Ethan," Kerry said. He smiled. He continued to kiss her, one hand holding her chin, the other her waist.
"Ethan," Kerry said again. He didn't push it, like last time. This time, he would do what he had to do to make her stay with him. He looked at her expectedly, waiting for her to say something. Two seconds had gone by, and she had nothing to say.
He would have kept looking into her hazel eyes, but he heard erratic heartbeats, and a few groans, and one ugh. The groans were from the disappointed girls, and the ugh must have been from this John fellow.
He smiled his wicked smile, and Kerry looked wondering. What? she mouthed?
"Someone is getting rather jealous," he said. He ignored the girls. He didn't know exactly how Kerry would have reacted to that, but he didn't want to be expectant.
Kerry took a step back to look at his home, and looked like she was reminiscing; but about what? Inadvertently, he remembered when Kerry had saved him from the vampire hunters; he remembered when Regina asked him in the car ride back to his house why did he let Kerry live; he remembered how he stayed quiet; he remembered when Regina asked why he kissed Kerry; he answered that one: "Her blood smells delectable, don't you think?" he asked her.
"Oh, yes. I could hardly even open my mouth to talk, her smell was so strong. Did she hurt herself?" Did she hurt herself. Kerry was one of those people you just know is the one who accidentally hurts themselves, or somehow gets herself into trouble without any outside help. As seen in the Laundromat.
"Yea. It seems that when those hunters asked her not to do something stupid, it was the first thing she did. She got a razor blade, and sliced two of her fingers," he shook his head, "I might have gone for her the moment she nicked them, but then they would have—" he cut short, deciding Regina didn't need to know everything.
Even so, she seemed to know what he didn't want her to know.
"And I'm guessing you'll look for her tomorrow?" asked Regina, more of a statement than a question.
"No. It might get her into deciding to going to the police, or something. Besides, I am hungry. I haven't fed in a few days now."
"Ethan? What's wrong?" asked Kerry, bringing him back to reality.
"Nothing," he said blandly. Then, "Come," and held out his hand.
Kerry took a step forward, and took his hand. Before they made it to the front steps, Nelle opened the door, and said, "Come on in! We're watching a scary movie," and made room for them to come in.
The girls pretended to be too engrossed to the movie to notice as Kerry and Michel walked by, but they still looked through a curtain of their hair. They almost seemed to glare at Kerry. When Michel saw John's face –he was easy to recognize, as he was the one with fuming body heat than the rest, no doubt from anger than Kerry decided to finally date no other than someone that just came in to their lives—Michel kissed Kerry's hand, just like he did when they were standing in front of her house after she saved his…existence.
Kerry smiled, and sat down in the piano stool, where Michel sat next to her. Though Michel hadn't played his piano for a while, it was clean, and had music sheets on top. They were not his, he noticed, as his were original, and, well, very, very, very old. He didn't need them to find that kind of proof in his home, when they have admitted to believing that there might be vampires. All of his old belongings were still in the house, but were in hidden compartments.
Damn vampire caginess, as Kerry once so elegantly put it.
The movie was, of all things, Queen of the Damned. He hardly payed any attention to the movie; he remembered when he played Joplin and Righteous Brothers' Unchained Melody for Kerry. He remembered when they were at Regina's house, and he took her hand for the first time. He even remembered when they went into that shop in the sleazy part of town in Rochester.
By the time the movie was over, it was three thirty, and everybody looked like they were ready to drop dead.
"Kerry?" asked Nelle. Michel had made everyone in the room sleepy, but it seemed like Nelle was holding up better than most. He had the feeling that she procrastinated on huge projects, and was able to ignore that kind of stuff.
Kerry, however, was nodding her head. "Whaa—?"
"Are you going to live with me and the others?"
"Uhmm…"
"Anthony, will you stay to live with us too?" Nelle whispered. "I'm positive Kerry will stay if you do too," she looked a little pleadingly.
"Well, I have a condo by the park, and I've been paying it for a while," he didn't know how to phrase the next question impassively quickly enough: "Is this John going to rent here too?"
"Uhh…well, if you don't want him to…" Nelle wavered.
"No, no. Don't worry about it. I just would like to know."
"Well, he said he would when I asked him again after I came back."
"Alright. Thanks Nelle," he said. He turned to Kerry, and before he could speak, Nelle said: "If you're worried about John as competition, you should really take a good look at yourself in the mirror," she smiled.
"I'll be sure to do that," he said, smiling back. "Kerry? Stay with Nelle, ok?"
"Uhmm…" said Kerry, trying to shake the daze out of her system.
"I won't charge you," he whispered in her ear, and he knew Kerry could hear the grin in his voice.
"Mmk," she said, and turned to Nelle. "Which one is my room?"
"This baby has ten rooms, so right now there are two free. Uhh…" she looked at Michel.
"You can have the master bedroom Kerry," said Michel. Again, he knew Kerry could hear the wicked grin in his voice.
"Thank you, Ethan," she replied sarcastically; though a second later, she froze.
"Ethan? Did you just call Anthony Ethan?" asked Nelle. John and Nelle's boyfriend overheard Nelle and looked at their direction.
Now what do I do? thought Michel.
Wow. I have been writing on and on and on. More soon. Literally.
Again, I would like to thank Maria for always reading my story.
It is very much appreciated :D