Admittedly, Maverick didn't actually end up driving like a speed demon; it was very likely because it was my vehicle, not his, that time around, and he knew I'd find a way to hurt him if he caused any damage to my Thelma. The downside to it; he kept fucking staring at me instead of the road, so damage to my Thelma was still likely, regardless. Goddamn it!
He was being a bit romantic, too, though. We held hands. It was really cute. It felt like we were becoming an official couple. My heart was swooning. My loins were quivering. Other vulgar words you'd find from bad romance novels later, I still wasn't getting any real action. Goddamn it!
The radio was playing some eighties hits. A-ha, Michael Jackson, Journey, The Romantics, Kate Bush (run, Max, run!), etc. The eighties was the shit.
I tried to make conversation. I wanted to know his exact age; a simple question. He gave me a very long, irrelevant non-answer, at first. And then, he went on a storytelling rampage. Honestly, Cormac's storytelling was a lot more interesting, so we're just gonna skim over this one, okay?
He was born at the very beginning of the 1900s; goddamn, I was falling for an old man, I sure knew how to pick 'em, Jesus Christ and Satan. Anyways, he lived in Ogachic, which was somewhere in Sionilli. I think he wanted me to be surprised or something, but like, he's a goddamn vampire; it was normal to expect him to be very old. Anyway, Dr. Ansel decided to bite Maverick since he was dying from a very, very deadly disease; he didn't attempt to save anyone else, though, not even Maverick's biological parents, who he let die first before deciding, hey, I want this boy as my child. Good job, Ansel, I say in my head sarcastically.
Very briefly, he talked about how painful it was, getting bitten. Apparently, it was more painful than the disease he was suffering through. Yikes. I wasn't gonna have any fun with that, then; bummer. Fuck you, false narrative vampire books! Getting bitten was supposed to be hot and sexy, and erotic, not fucking painful!
Anyways, I pretended I wasn't slightly weirded out by Ansel being so lonely that he turned a teenaged boy into a vampire instead of, you know, an adult around his own physical age. But hey, his wife, Clover May, showed up not that long afterwards, approximately between a few to fifty years; she tried to kill herself after a miscarriage, which is hella sad and it's even worse when you notice that now that she's a vampire, she definitely can't have her own kids anymore, so it's extra sad to be aware of. Also, I don't know how she ended up in a morgue before, you know, someone made sure she was dead, which she wasn't when Ansel found her.
I made an oopsie; I assumed one needed to be dying to become a vampire but nah, that was just Ansel's…morals or something; him wanting to give a second chance to specific people, apparently, because everyone else just doesn't deserve that, apparently.
Anyway, that took care of Maverick, Ansel, and Clover May's backstories.
Next was Flora; Ansel intended for her to be Maverick's mate, which sounded very much like an arranged marriage. She was found on the street, which automatically, my mind went straight towards sexual assault and/or prostitution. Which made me feel a type of way; she was literally found in the aftermath of something traumatic and Ansel was just "my new son needs a mate". Like, excuse me?
After Flora came River, her true mate. She basically saved his ass from a wild animal or something; probably a bear, given that they like hunting for bears, mountain lions, and other big predators.
As for Atticus and Briar-Fleur, they were already vampires when they became a part of the Soren-Phoenix clan. Which made me assume they were either older than Maverick or around the same age, in vampire years.
Hearing about them and their lack of backstory was how I learnt those two specifically also had magical powers, like Maverick. While Maverick could read minds, Briar-Fleur could see potential futures based on people's decisions and Atticus could feel emotions. Briar-Fleur's ability sounded like it could never fail; even if someone made a decision last minute, Briar-Fleur would already know what that decision would ultimately be because her ability was based on that.
I wondered if she'd be able to do that with me, considering decisions involve the mind and Maverick can't read my mind, so maybe she can't see my possible futures, cause my mind would be involved and it seemed to block out vampire powers of the mind, my mind. You understand?
I feel like all logic is just gonna break.
River and Flora, alongside Atticus and Briar-Fleur, honestly sounded like healthier couples compared to Ansel and Clover May, then Maverick and myself once we would become official. I don't know; it felt like Clover May just accepted that she was Ansel's and I've been known how toxic Maverick and myself, as individuals, are.
And it lowkey sounded like Maverick didn't even like Atticus. It was weird.
Not just him; Maverick didn't seem to like vampires whose diet was still human blood. For all he knew, maybe some of them just drank from pouches of donated blood. Was that really so hard to imagine?
Next thing I knew, we were outside my home, parked. Time really flew when you were too busy talking and getting distracted.
I learned that Briar-Fleur had absolutely no memory of her life as a human, which meant she had to navigate the vampire life alone from the sound of it. Must've sucked but she had her gift, so maybe not. Who knows, really; she probably doesn't know either, not for sure.
My stomach grumbled and growled and grred, because I was starving. That resulted in Maverick and I heading inside my home where I learned that he was stalking me every single night. It was very rapey but he was very hot, so it was fine. Not creepy at all.
He claimed I talked in my sleep but no one in my family has ever mentioned it so he was definitely just trying to get underneath my skin. It worked, sort of.
I reheated some food from the previous night because I wasn't feeling like making food. I ate it, staring at Maverick the entire time. He was just so hot.
Cassius ended up returning home. I hesitated to let Maverick and him officially meet, so Maverick vanished in a single blink. Lame.
Cassius and I briefly had a conversation. About life and boys. I answered very, very vaguely. Because reasons. Because I am a bitchy daughter. Because reasons.
I went upstairs. Maverick was already there, jumpscaring me very cheaply, like the fnaf jumpscares that don't exist yet, or do they? You don't know what the year is. He was chilling on my bed, staring at me menacingly.
Eagerly, I joined him in the bed, snuggling up really close.
Yes, this is another chapter of no dialogue because a lot of the dialogue is just fucking irrelevant and would make this shit longer than it actually needs to be, so just deal with my explanations that last too long. Thank you. Love, Iris.
After a few minutes, I took a human break to use the bathroom, shower, and brush my teeth, mostly just in case I got laid. Cause I'm always just so horny. It's my best character trait. I threw on my least sexy nightwear because in my haste, I just grabbed something random. Oh well; I was hoping it would be coming off anyway.
Spoilers, it didn't. I never got laid. Still haven't. And I'm dying. I'm dying a fucking virgin. Great. I never got to feel the d, man. No fucking fair. Not all that surprising, though; it would've been awkward to fuck with my father downstairs, able to hear it. But also kind of would've been hot.
I returned to my bedroom. Maverick looked hot and bothered by my appearance so it was kind of working in my favor, for a little bit. I snuggled with him again and we started touching each other, like we did in the field. It was really, really starting to look like we were gonna fuck but we didn't. Why, goddamn it?!
I told him I was getting horny. He told me he was also getting horny. And still, we didn't do anything.
We stared at each other, and touched each other, and talked to each other for a while. Mostly the first two things. The talking was just random boring stuff that you wouldn't care about so stop complaining about a lack of dialogue; you really, really aren't missing anything. The dialogue from before? That was actually relevant. It's not currently necessary to the narrative of "I'm about to fucking die".
Our touches remained innocent. I hate that.
Maybe I should lie and say we did something, make this a porno type novel/retelling.
He said things were gonna be harder for him from that moment forward, because of my scent. I called bullshit; it was gonna be harder because his dick was gonna be having a hard on from that moment forward and he was too gentlemanly to do anything about it. He was probably one of those "wait until marriage" type of people; I'd like to know if those that got a divorce became born again virgins to do it all over again, waiting for marriage. I could never, bitch.
If I survive and he still doesn't fuck me, I'm cheating on him with some random hot guy I find on the street. I ain't waiting. I'm gonna be a fucking whore and have the time of my life until he mans up and fucks me.
And apparently, he was jealous of all the dudes that were asking me out to the dance. But like, he sort of gave them that opening in the first place, so it was his own fault, really. Which reminded me, mentally, that I needed to murder Scout to get out of that morp date; or just stand him up, really.
We spoke more about our attraction towards each other before Maverick quickly hid himself. I pretended to be asleep as Cassius checked up on me briefly. When he was gone, Maverick and I went back to cuddling and touching each other's faces because we weren't allowed to do pervy things.
Once again, my scent and stuff was brought up, and how hard the being near me in the future was gonna be for him. And blah, blah, blah. You really, really, really aren't missing out on anything important, dialogue wise. I promise.
I think he started talking about other shit, for once, but by that point, I was dozing off so it didn't fully register in my brain. It probably wasn't that important anyway, like everything else has been for a bit.
It was probably more stuff about his family. Maybe his parents. Maybe his siblings. Maybe all of them. I honestly didn't care if that was the case; I learned all I needed to fucking know about them. I didn't need to know their personalities; I'd find that out when I'd meet them. I didn't need to know anything more about their appearance; I'd see it myself eventually. So, whatever he said, it didn't matter.
If he was talking about their powers more, I really did not give a shit where they came from or why they existed. Maybe I'd have one as a vampire since he couldn't read my mind. Hell, maybe I technically was already using my power without realizing it. Crazy.
It was all probably random mambo jumbo that would be completely disregarded later on anyway. So, yeah, who cares?
I told him to stop talking for the night; we'd continue the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the next day, and the next day… So on.
He chuckled and agreed without hesitation, kissing my forehead and licking my ear slightly. It really made me question his whole "I'm a virgin waiting for marriage" attitude. He was so goddamn confusing about it, seriously.
I thought about asking him to marry me, just so that we could quickly get to fucking sooner rather than later but I decided against it since he was probably just gonna be a grumpy head about it.
As I was falling asleep, Maverick double checked with me, asking if I was definitely, absolutely a virgin. With annoyance, I told him the truth; yes, I was. And he said he was, too, even though I already knew that.
I finally fell asleep.
