I stumbled back to the motel at some unholy hour of the morning, completely drunk and with a fresh puncture wound in my neck. Some vampire thought it’d be a good idea to try and drink from me. Big mistake, fucktard. I kicked the fucker in the balls so hard he never even tasted a drop. I faceplanted the bed the second I was through the door and didn’t wake up til the afternoon the next day. My head felt like it was about to explode so I dragged myself into the shower and got myself all dolled up for some more vampire stalking. What? I want to know more about that Brody guy and how come I can’t remember him.
I sat at the bar again, getting a drink for myself and a vodka for Brody. I’d look like an absolute cock if he didn’t show up but what can you do? I was about to give up hope when I saw Brody stood at the edge of the room. Was he avoiding me or something? Don’t think you get out of it that easy, buddy boy. I downed my own drink before heading over with the one I’d bought for him.
"I was worried you weren't gonna show up" I said, sort of nudging him when he didn’t seem to notice me.
"I got you a drink"
"Thanks" he said, sounding kind of growly.
"So... Um. How was work?"
I chuckled. "I guess it would be if you work for Brendon"
I stood there trying to think of something to say while he just sort of stared off into the distance. In the end I just let out a sort of nervous little laugh. "I suck at this, I'm gonna go get another drink"
He gave a tiny nod, still staring, and I went off and got myself another drink.
"Um... So where was I?" I asked when I came back over and he shrugged.
He downed the drink I’d bought him, still staring. Okay, what’s going on? I downed my own drink to calm my nerves and mumbled out something about getting some more.
"I'll be back later" he kind of growled again and fucked off.
"Oh... Okay" I said to myself and headed back over to the bar. I guess it’s gonna be another night of drinking alone then...
Later turned out to be half an hour later. Half an hour later, in walked Brody, blood in his hair and under his nails. Oh, and wearing the smell of a fresh kill like fucking perfume. I stared as he sat down, ordering a drink and downing it. He glanced at me, running a hand through his hair.
"Oops" he said under his breath and slipped off to the restroom.
I stared at the space he’d been occupying. He’d just killed someone. Maybe more than one person, it was hard to tell. Do I just attract murderers or something? He came back, the blood from his hair gone. He cleared his throat as he sat down.
"Sorry 'bout that"
"You're just as bad as the rest of them" I said, still staring.
"You have Brendon to thank for that. I never used to be" he said, sounding embarrassed.
I got up and he sighed, looking upset. What, did you lose your meal for the night or something?
“I'm fed up of vampires" I said, still sort of staring.
"Y'think I'm not?"
I started backing away from him, the scent of fresh kill creeping into my nose. "I never asked for any of this"
"Neither did I! I never wanted to be like this, and I certainly never asked to fall for someone who can't even remember me anymore!" he shouted, earning himself plenty of weird looks and stares.
I shook my head. "How do I know I've ever even met you? How do I know this isn't something Brendon set up?"
"I ended up working for him because of you" he shouted, getting up. "Not that it fucking matters anymore. I might as well learn to enjoy what I am" he growled before stalking off.
"Because of me? What the fuck did I ever do to you?" I shouted after him, following him.
"You fucking fell in love with me, you prick! That's what you did! And Brendon didn't like it, so he decided to take it out on the people I lived with and cared about as a human" he shouted back at me, still walking.
I let out a tiny laugh. "Wait, I fell in love with you? Are you insane or something? Why would I ever fall in love with you? I kill your kind for a hobby"
"Then why haven't you killed me yet?"
"Because I'm curious about you"
He kept walking and I picked up a stone, throwing it at him.
"Don't walk away when I'm speaking to you, bitch"
He growled at me.
"Ooh, I'm so scared" I scowled.
He swore at me. Fucker.
"Fuck you, asshole"
"Excuse me for finding this hard, Fate, but I'm no good at dealing with emotions, okay?"
"Deal with this emotion" I shouted, giving him the finger.
He bared his fangs and I kept my expression blank. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with a pissy vampire before. You’re forgetting I used to be Brendon’s sex toy.
"You shouldn't have bothered saving me. I could never love something like you" I said coldly.
"I know. That's because you loved who I was before"
"All your kind are the same, Brody" I laughed but he shook his head.
“I'm not. I wasn't"
"And I'm just s'posed to take your word for it?"
"I guess you are. I doubt you'll have the patience to let me try and make you remember"
I crossed my arms and he shrugged, starting to walk again.
"I don't even know how to make you remember"
"Yeah cause there's nothing to remember in the first place"
I just have one question. If there was nothing to remember, how come it kind of hurt to see him walking away?