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Ch.11
Be curious, not fearsome.
I am not afraid of Mamma having a relationship, not even of how it affects me. I am curious about what it is like to do it with a vampire. Who knows, maybe I can charm Pam. Wait, wasn't she supposed to come yesternight? She never showed, well, I did not see her. Maybe she came in after Crystal and Jonas left, when I was busy writing to Lyn.
Lyn. How the hell did I forget that I needed a prom dress? The last nice dress I have is from when I was twelve, for some dumb event in which I am sure I fell asleep. Black should work, Mamma most probably has black? And whatever color Lyn has will probably look good with black. I really hope so.
I moan as I try to fall asleep again. My alarm clock has not even rung yet.
It feels to dark for me to wake up. It feels a bit cold too. I rub my eyes and stretch like a cat in my bed. I roll over to pull my window closed. Too early.
I sleepwalk to my window and shut it. I open my eyes again for a second to check that it's done properly this time.
"Who knew, the living can sleep like the dead" a voice makes me suddenly alert. Pam is sitting comfortably in my chair, legs crossed. "Hello" she says with a mischievous smile.
"Hey" I say back. I rub my eyes. I check my wrist and realize why I had not been able to get up. "It's fuwking four in the morning!" I say.
"Yeah, and I've been trying to wake you since two" she says calmly. I leer at her, she is completely unfazed by it.
"Why?" I ask her, I went to sleep at one thirty, after memorizing as many atomic weights as I could. "Whatever it is could not wait til tomorrow night?" I ask sarcastically.
"Yes and no" she says. I roll my eyes behind my eyelids, then glance at her. "You are feisty." She says, apparently amused.
"What I am is tired" I say. "Why are you in my room again?" I ask, sleepily.
"You are so like your mother is many ways" she replies. I ignore the comment and open my shields to her.
How to explain… So long as they are not dumb enough to see what it means. Good thing it took me longer than I thought to get here, I hope the girls were not hearing in, Sookie's face was all I needed to see. Wonder how to not tell too much. If Sookie knew how Eric reacted to the little information I was able to give him. And because he did not ask for more. He won't come, but he will with any excuse, he has his reasons for not trusting Bill, after all.
"Three things. One, I will stay with you guys until prom and go out if you two ever go out at night" Ugh, not happening! I wanted some alone time with Lyn, guess that's not happening.
"You could not wait until tonight to tell me this?" I ask grumpily. She considers for a second, but continues telling me the other news.
"Bill and Sookie…"
"I know" I interrupt her. "Have a history together and apparently it's no longer in the past." I say.
"They were loud?" she asks quite indiscreetly, but I don't really care.
"No, but I had been listening to something important my mother was saying before the mood changed, and then I tried to block them, a bit too slow." I explain. "Delia smelled them" I say to her. She laughs.
"You two sure are special" she says.
"Apparently, it runs in the family" I complain, she does not notice that it is a complaint.
"The other thing is that I need you and your sister to go buy TrueBlood today, after school" she says. "Your mother is going to be gone all day running errands and is currently resting, at least I hope she is, so she could not tell you that bit." She says.
"So, the main reason why you woke is because you needed something to drink before you rise tonight? You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble and drank from one of us!" I say, anger and sarcasm leaking.
"Do you have any idea what me drinking your blood entails?" she replied. I decide it is too late, or too early, to come up with a witty remark.
"No" I say as I lean back on my bed, over my sheets but with my eyes closed, I can't fall asleep now.
"I could sense you, maybe even create a bond with you. Also, you'd change, not very visibly, but the most noticeable change would be that people are easily attracted to you" she says.
"Oh, yeah, like I want more attention" I say.
"Precisely, you do not want to drink my blood. What do you mean more?" she asks, a bit curious. Something tells me to not tell her, but I as I drowsily start to think of it the words flow out of my mouth
"I made a few bold moves to get a date for prom. After I secured my date, four more guys have asked me out. Well, three, Dave doesn't count. And I was so happy to land myself Lyn, now I feel terrible that I've said no so many times. So, after getting a date we have been talking and flirting with each other. Last night she asked me about the prom dress, to which I realized I have nothing to wear. So I thought I'd ask Mamma for a loan. I think black, that way whatever Lyn wears we'll watch okay. I think she would look lovely in red, or any of those high neck, fitted oriental dresses. And Delia shamelessly started flirting with a guy at my swim practice and came out with a date, which was rather quick. " I babble, maybe she listened maybe she did not.
"As lovely as it is to hear you mutter, you should get ready, day is about to break" she announces. I blink a few times. Hell, how much did I say exactly?
"You turned off my alarm clock?" I ask.
"About two minutes ago. I was trying to understand your mutterings." She replies cheekily.
"Ugh" I groan before pulling myself up. "Where are you sleeping?" I ask, I was wondering that yesterday morning.
"Basement, there's a few battered mattresses there" she explains.
"That's good enough?"
"I've slept in five star hotels and in the soil. I really could care less" she shares.
"Okay" I say. "Later then" I say to her as I go in the shower to start my day.
"Oh, anything else you need me to bring you? Clothes? Pads? Earmuffs?" I ask.
"Funny" she remarks as she slides out through my door.
When I go downstairs for the second time with everything, the bus is honking. Shit, I am late.
"Sorry" I say to the driver as I pass him on my way to my usual sit by Dave.
"Okay, when is my birthday?" he asks me.
"Again?" I groan. "December second."
"And what is my favorite soccer player?" he asks.
"This is so pointless you know, there is no robot replacing me or anything of the sort." I reply. "But it's Dmitri Stefenit…oius.. vich?" I say.
"Stefenovick" he clarifies. "Good"
"Is this going to be an everyday thing?" I ask him.
"No, just any day you to something really out of character" he replies. I roll my eyes.
"Out of character?" I tell him.
"Yeah, going paranoid about a shadow, talking like a psychopath about a hot guy that shows up at school, making the bus late. Stuff like that" he clarifies. I decide against picking an argument.
"You're crazy" I tell him.
"No! If we are having a robot or alien takeover, I might be next" he says, a bit too seriously.
"You watch too much sci fi movies" I reply. "Which one was it last night?" I ask annoyed.
"The remake of I, Robot." He replied. "Dean Salazar looks so good in that" he says.
"Doesn't he?" I say rhetorically. I disconnect as he goes back to looking out the window. I observe past him into the street as well. It's raining again.
We reached the school and we walked together but in our own worlds to homeroom. Nothing too interesting, as is usual.
I stepped into the Calculus test hoping that they would ask a lot of questions instead of just five. We once had a five question test that if it was wrong it was completely wrong. I did okay, just one wrong. But it was definitely a harsh test.
Luckily today Mr. Hills seems to be a in a good mood, maybe there will be several questions.
I did not realize I was holding my breath as the tests were passed out. Until a hand in front of me gave me two tests, one left for the person behind me, and I exhaled loudly. "Thanks" I mumbled to the girl in front of me. I don't really know her, but I was being courteous, plus she does have a very nice rear which I watch from time to time when class gets boring.
I see the first question and breathe evenly. I know this.
A few hours later, I come out of my final test; hopefully I will not see this teacher until next week. That will be a relief.
"How'd it go?" Bastian asks me, he is talking with Steve, I think this is Steve, just outside the classroom.
"I think okay" I reply. "You guys?" I ask.
"Messed up in the last two" May Be Steve replied.
"Just okay" Bastian says. "Ready for lunch?" he asks me.
"Oh, you don't mind Lyn joining us?" I ask. He looks at me.
"Well, I guess not" he says. I smile at him.
"Great, thanks!" I say we make our way to the cafeteria.
"Why is she…
"Hey, guys, how was calculus?" Dave made a beeline for us as soon as he saw us in the line.
"I think okay" I repeat.
"Did you see who is going to sit with us for lunch today?" Bastian says to Dave. I had not told him yet.
"Ugh, come on, guys, don't make a big deal out of it" I ask, more like beg. "Lyn asked me to join her for lunch, and I said that she could join us. She agreed to it so be nice" I ask. Because I know that Dave just turn on that spy mode and ask just about everything I do not want to know and that most people do not want to say. Things like: At what age did you stop peeing in your bed and How many exes do you have.
"Oh, someone is very interested." He says. "You think people will pick up on you guys?" he asks. I give him a glare.
"Truly, I don't care. But if she does, well, I warned her. Maybe not enough, but I did." I say. "Besides, she's the one that has been doing a lot of the asking. I think she's just following her M.O. for any other guy, not that I am complaining." I smile at them.
"Good" Dave agrees. "Here she comes" he says, we just reached the paying section. I cuff up a five bill and don't wait for the change.
"Hey" Lyn says to me, I hey back. Then glance back to introduce Bastian and Dave. She smiles yet again.
"Yeah, I remember from yesterday" he says.
"Yes, I'm sorry I did not introduce myself then" she says.
"No worries, though thanks for getting me out of that snake pit" he says. I roll my eyes behind my lids.
"Your own fault" I clarify, yet again.
"So what was with those girls anyways?" Lyn asks as we sit down. I drop my peach and Bastian his glass. I, with a quick reflex, catch my peach before it hits the floor. Bastian is not so lucky.
"Bastian asked me to prom, and then asked Piper. Erika and her did not like that she was second choice. It's that stupid" I tell her, then bite down on the peach just to make sure if she asks something else I do not have to answer.
"So you've known Judy since she moved to Seattle?" she asks them both.
"Well, I guess" Dave says. Bastian nods too. He seems to be pretty relaxed considering what I just told Lyn about him.
Just then Dave decides to make a show. He looks at a guy standing behind Lyn and follows him hungrily with his eyes across half the cafeteria.
"He's a jerk" Lyn tells him after checking were his sight was following.
"A hot jerk, my favorite" he replies.
"And I know for a fact he has herpes" she says too.
"Not my type, but it doesn't hurt to look" he says, "Besides, he does not swing this way, yet" he challenges.
"Go make the difference, Dave" I say, "Grow some balls" I say to him. He looks at me affronted.
"I dare you" I say. He looks at me considering for a few seconds. He then drops his gaze. See, this is the reason why he is still in the closet: he's not brave enough to do anything that might bring attention to himself.
"I can't" he says defeated.
"You should give it a shot" Lyn says nicely. I see what she is playing at. "Who knows, maybe he'll say yes"
"Dave is too frightened to make a move" Bastian says.
"Cut it out, guys" Dave asks of us.
"You're no fun" I say to him as I start to dig in on my veggies. Lyn and Bastian let it slip too.
Bastian, Dave and Lyn flow easily into a conversation about prom. I keep out of it as long as I can. Apparently, even though they are both still dateless, they already have a suit ready and all. They do not mind about going dateless, and they manage to not once mention that they are aware that we are going together.
"So, did you find a dress?" Lyn asks me. That small issue, the last problem on my mind? I should lie deliberately.
"I'm just going to borrow something of my Mamma's" I say.
"You're gonna wear something from two decades ago?" Dave asks as if it's a fashion don't. I could care less.
"Yeah, no biggie. Something black, probably" I share, even though Lyn already knows this.
"I was thinking we could go browse some shops on Saturday, before the movie?" she says. Well, that might be an option, except Pam would see said options as well.
"I don't know… Delia wanted to join in on the movie with her date as well, so I…" I paused deliberately, and then I realized it was a good thing that I did.
"Delia got a date? Now I'm really depressed" Dave says.
"It's not like your really trying" I protest.
"She's right, Dave" Bastian pipes in.
"Would you go with me to prom, Bastian?" Dave asks, out of the blue. We both know that Bastian is as straight as they come. He had already been turned down by two girls, but was not giving up hope.
"Sorry, don't swing that way" he replies.
We all laughed. Even Lyn, for which I was grateful.
After lunch, we split again. Dave and Bastian had home economics, I had the chemistry test. I was reviewing in my head, but found it hard with Lyn talking by my side.
"You have a test now?" she asks. She tells me she has gym next, not one of her favorite subjects. I nod.
"Chemistry, it's not so bad" I reply with a smile. "And I know it sucks that my sister will be going too, I wish I could make her change her mind, but she is very stubborn." I hate lying and I hate that lying comes so easily to me.
"That's okay" she says. She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze, to let me know that I have nothing to worry about. I look at her. I still cannot believe that by simple chance I managed to get her to notice me. Me, boring me.
"Thanks" I say. She just smiles and nods. She then gives me a kiss on my cheek.
"See you later, then?" I nod. "Good luck with the test" she says as she makes her way to gym. She came all the way to drop me at my class.
Wow. I walk in and sit waiting for the test, reviewing in my head.
Once I finish, I let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Piper walked past me as she turned it in and left, she did not even glance at me. Well, her problem.
I met Delia at the entrance of school.
"So" she says. I look up at her. "How was lunch?" she says.
"Good, Lyn joined us today. I walked in on her crying in the bathroom the other day, and her brain was so loud I couldn't just ignore it. She seems to have liked me." I start telling the truth but change my mind midway, she does not need to know. Not now, not ever.
"Oh." She says, hoping for some other explanation.
"Yeah, she's actually very interesting." I say.
"And pretty popular too" she replies. I ignore the comment as we start walking towards the closest bus stop.
"So, it was a big shock that Jonas wants to step aside from the pack, isn't it?" In say.
"Big shock? I was flabbergasted" she replies. "I mean, not only does it mean that him without a pack is weak, but that him having his own thoughts is scary." She says.
"Scary?" I ask. "I think it's cool. Who knows, maybe he'll help us for a change. Maybe if he ends up with Winie, we'll have second cousins who are beautiful babies and panther kids!" I say.
"You're crazy" she says.
"Seems to run in the family" I reply cheekily. The bus stops in front of us and we get on.
The nearest big supermarket is not so far away, but following instructions, we stuck to crowded spaces. I think it would have been easier to walk home and stop at any close convenience store. However, we did this.
We go the back in the beverage section and each of us gets two six packs of TruBlood. Delia is eyeing a slightly more expensive pack that has a slight percentage of real blood added.
'Stick to the basics" I say. "You want anything to drink?" I ask. She nods and grabs two bottles of beer. I roll my eyes, how Dad managed to get her to like beer is beyond me. I personally do not like it and it makes my belly swell like crazy. Not for me thanks. I'd rather have rum or vodka. I once had tequila, that's good too, but scarce.
I take a bottle of ice fruit. It's really good.
At the front, Delia produces a fifty americ-euro to pay for everything. The paper is wrinkled and old, but they still accept them. They don't even check for fakes anymore. Whoever takes out the time and patience to do one definitely deserves to use it. The intricate design has layers deeper than a photocopier. And it has embedded lining in the edges, as well as a microscopic line that reads United Promising American and European countries UPAEC over and over again. Plus the usual serial number, date and location printed, it also lists the country that accepts them. Many of which have already been absorbed, but what gives.
"A while longer and you'd sell this as a relic" the cashier jokes flirtatiously. He is young and has nice white teeth. Delia smiles. I force my lips upwards. It's a bit hard when he is clearly broadcasting an image of seeing both of us wearing nothing. Ugh, men.
"Well, sometimes vintage is better" she replies. Please tell me she is not flirting back. Whatever happened to do a simple errand and make sure to always have people around? I wonder where Mamma is.
I pull her arm after I shove all the drinks into a reusable sewn bag that they provide at the store. Apparently, the labor used to make this is now an issue. But then again, when is it not? Before that, it was the abuse of plastic bags, and before that, paper bags and deforestation.
We get on the bus just outside the market and go home.
Pam was arriving at our house just at the same time. I offered her a bottle, which she promptly sticks in the nanowave, before setting the rest of them besides the fridge.
"Your mother in yet?" she asks. I shrug, Delia sniffs and shakes her head.
"We just came in¨ I inform her. "Oh, and you should probably know that we are going to the movies Saturday" I tell her.
"At what time?" she asks. I think about it. I guess meeting there at five would be okay
"Just before dark, I think. My friend wants for us to go looking for a prom dress" I explain. "I told her I'd talk something old of Mamma's, but she suggested, so I figure I can get something in retai-
"Oh! Shopping! It's been ages since I've been able to go shopping!" she says, acting quite girlish, for a moment I wonder how old she was when she was turned, not much older than Delia I guess.
"When did that happen?" Delia asks.
"Today" I answer promptly."But if you don't wanna go…" I start to say.
"Well, since Pam is going and I have the hardest physics tests yet on Monday…
"You can sit it out, and maybe Judy won't have to go to retail with me" she says with a wink. I ignore a feeling in the pit of my stomach and smile unconvincingly at her.
"I already have a dress anyways¨" Delia finishes
"Well, I guess between Lyn and you we'll find a good dress" I say.
"Cool!" Pam says.
"What's cool?" I was so shocked my Pam's reaction that I did not notice that Bill was coming up from the hidey hole behind the pantry. (Okay, okay, not that anyone told me that that was there)
"Judy and I are going shopping with a friend of hers on Saturday" Pam tells him. He looks at me puzzles.
"You got a date?" he asks. I nod. I get a glimpse of what he's going to ask and shake my head. "I've already had that conversation like three years ago! And I'm not from the last century, either" He looks at me with something between anger and surprise.
"Fine" he replies in his usual propriety.
"Want some blood?" Delia offers him to settle the situation. He nods. She quickly places on for three seconds in the nanowave. She hands it to him. I try to shield my mind.
"How much longer will it take Mamma to get here?" I ask. Pam and Bill look between each other.
"As long as it takes" Bill says cryptically. I do not like his tone. He doesn't think about whatever it is that she is doing, so I am left in the dark.
"That's informative" Delia says sarcastically. I hold back a laugh at that. Bill falters for a second and I see more than a glimpse.
"Why would she go looking for the Bear Pack of Washington?" I ask.
Pam looks at him daggers as he realizes that he blew it.
"THE BEARS?!?" Delia explodes. I am still trying to understand. I know that Dad had a kinda working relatioinship with them, like they had to draw agreements every so often so that their camping trips would not be interrupted by the other, especially because they both have younglings, or had in his case, Delia is nearly of age now.
Pam, realizing that it had all gone down now, thinks about Mamma´s earlier errand to the bank. Selling the house and canceling the small account. They are also investing in an RV for all four of us, Pam has to go back to Louisiana, but Bill is supposed to be somewhere else. Another continent, I think.
"I cannot believe you would not tell us this!" I ask irrationally. Delia screamed at the same time. She then ran out of the kitchen and into the living room, by the sounds, she is tearing something apart in the basement. I take it she does not like the bears, I think that .
"It was not our decision to keep the information from you" Bill explains to me. I glare at him.
"Well, clearly, since you are unable to shield it correctly!" Pam rounds at him. He snarls at her, she looks at him venomously. Oh, shit!
When I see Pam lunge at Bill, I did what seemed the smartest thing at the time that turned out to be the stupidest. I placed myself between the two of them.
It happened in a split second. I had not even realized that they both had extracted they fangs and were ready to attack. I shielded my face, but I got bitten anyways.
"Judy! No!" I felt the muscles in my arm rip apart. I feel lightheaded as my arm falls limp at my side. But I am still standing. Am I? Maybe someone is holding me.
"Look what you've done!" Merde, c'est vraiment terrible… Merde…
"Look what you made me do!"
"She's bleeding too much." One of them states matter of factly. I'm bleeding? I open my eyes, but it makes me feel too dizzy. I close them again, but I did see a large red spot on the floor.
"We have to take her to a hospital" Someone says, I think Bill said that.
"No, they'll ask too many questions, they'll record her being there. We already know that they looked for her through her job"
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"Let her drink some blood" Shit, shit, shit
"She'll bond with me if we do that" What will Sookie say if she sees this?!
"Then my blood" Okay, calm, I must have control. She'll be okay.
"It has to be my blood" Quick, stupid vampire!
"Okay, okay, do it quick."
"Clean the floor" Your're thinking of the mess when there are more pressing matters?
"With my tongue?"
"With whatever…." I hear another crunching sound followed by a gasp.
"Judy… Judy, can you hear me?" I try to nod, but I have no idea if I accomplished it.
"Drink, Judy" I hear, I feel something warm and pulsing press against my lips. Whatever it is, some drops fall into my mouth. I instantly feel the metallic taste of blood. I am not really sucking, just swallowing. I try to open my eyes again, that's when I notice that I am looking at the ceiling and Bill is holding me, I am barely above the ground and his free arm is dripping into me. I blink deeply. I see that he has a wound on his wrist.
"Not too much!" Pam says. "Have you never done that before?" she scolds him. He huffs and ignores her. But then he sucks on his own wound, allowing for a bit of saliva to clean his wrist. I keep blinking, trying to focus in on something real. I know it's Bill because of his frantic thoughts about me, how worried he is and how masculine the arm around me feels.
He looks like he just saw death with a heartbeat.
"Clean the wound" he asks of Pam. She had already finished cleaning the floor. There is a bloody mop by the door.
"Where's Delia?" I ask, but I cannot hear my own voice.
"Downstairs" Bill says. I try to nod.
"Judy, are you all right?" Pam asks. I experimentally try to move again. I feel so good. Like I just did the best lap I've done in quite some time.
"What happened?" I ask. I see a mop at the end of the kitchen, covered in blood, there is still a small trail towards it.
"You did something very stupid is what happened" Pam says.
"No, you simply were not thinking" Bill clarifies.
"Okay, after I started bleeding, how did I start bleeding?" Hell, how did I know it was my blood?"
"Well, you sort of got in the way…
"I mean to do just that"
"My fangs landed on your arm" Pam confessed and looked down at the floor, feeling terribly guilty about it. I looked at my arm. It was as good as new,
"I healed just like that? Is that the shifter blood in me?" I ask. Pam laughs.
"No, you drank of Bill's blood" she replied. I realized I felt excruciatingly hot. I looked around. Bill was finishing to clean up the mop in the kitchen sink. Pam was kneeling besides me, and she had my head resting between her legs, and one of her arms was hooked under my shoulders. I shifted away, maybe a bit too quickly. I knelt beside a chair but had to hold on to steady myself.
"I told you that was too much blood" Pam teased Bill.
"Can't you guys cut it out for a few minutes?!?" I ask. It isn't so hot anymore.
"I can" Bill says, he then looks at Pam with a glare. She huffs.
"Fine, I'll try to deal with his insubordination and wrecklessness" he states. I roll my eyes behind my eyelids and then stand.
"Thanks" I say sarcastically as well. I sit in the chair and try to gather my thoughts. As much as I tried, I have no memory of what happened after Pam's fangs sank into me… at least none of my own. I try to sort my thoughts while still keeping my shields up.
Pam sits beside me and starts stroking my arm. It feels good, but then I realize exactly what I am relating that to, or rather who.
"Can you cut that out?" I ask. She looks at me rather taken aback, but does as I asked, and her hand literally flew back from my arm as if stung. Bill looked between us, but then he must have heard something, because he turned his head quickly towards the living room. Then I hear the door creaking open.
"I got Mexican!" Mamma calls from the front door
"Not a word" Bill says to the both of us as he goes to greet her.
"I take it you will tell her?" I ask loudly.
"Tell me what?" Mamma asks as she meets Bill halfway into the kitchen.
I can hear Delia finishing her rampage and getting upstairs.
"Hello, darling" Bill says and kisses her, trying to make her forget the question. Ha, as if. Then the kiss started to get steamier.
He asked for entrance into her mouth, initially I thought it was going to be just a peck. Mamma wrapped her arms around his neck and he places his around her waist. Wait, no, now they are on her butt. Mamma's arms squeeze tightly around his neck. The food bags are forgotten at her sides. It's warmth is even more forgotten. I can literally feel the two of them feeling the curves and heat of the other. I try to shield it but it is too strong. I try to shield it again. Then I give up. All the time I had been watching. His expert tongue taps her teeth and she sucks on his lower lip. They have a perfect synchronization between the two of them. When she sucks, he kisses her upper lip and when he twists his tongue, she open her mouth just a bit. Not too much for it to look as if they are cleaning each other out, but enough to let her breath. Him too, but he does not really need it. I think he just does it to make her feel he is more alive.
"Ahem…" Pam says. That's when I look down, realizing that we had both been staring.
"Please forgive us" Bill asks. I wave my hand away because it is no big deal.
"Now I'm hungry" Pam says. Mamma wrinkles her face at her. I know exactly what type of hunger she is feeling.
"I have to go study a lot, I say. We got a lot of TruBlood, it's by the fridge" I tell Mamma. Don't forget there is something that Bill has to tell you, whether he likes it or not. I remind her.
"Did you bring chipotle sauce?" Delia asks as she comes in with her pajama. Her shirtsleeves are bunched at the sides and her hair looks a mess.
"Yes." Mamma says. "What is it you needed to tell me?" she asks turning to Bill. He looks uncomfortably between Pam and I, who both glare him down.
"There's been an accident" he starts to tell.
"Can I take my food upstairs?" Delia interrupts. "I have to study a lot and need a shower, too" she informs us.
"Me too?" I ask.
"Go ahead, I need to talk to Pam and Bill anyways." She says. "What tests do you have tomorrow?" Mamma asks us.
"Psychology!" Delia screams down the stairs.
"Phys Ed!" I yell a bit less shrill and less loud.
"What happened?" she asks me.
"Pam was teasing Bill, only it was a bit more than that" I tell her. "Pam tried to bite Bill. I did the stupid thing of getting in between the two of them. Pam wounded me, I drank Bill's blood to heal the wound and then Pam cleaned the wound." I explain. She looks shocked but I am too tired to care.
"Why not just one of them?" she asks,
"Beats me" I reply. The word bond came to mind, but I have no idea in what sense.
I open my computer to find two messages from Lyn. I smile and start typing back to her.
I am happy tomorrow is Friday already.
Yay! I finished a chapter, true the last portion is a bit rough, so i'll reread it next weekend.
Please review, and i am story to keep you waiting so long, but i have other responsibilities to attend to either!
Next chapter: an interesting phone call....