Emily was watching from the bottom and I could tell why I could hear laughter from the living room – she was broadcasting it onto the television. They were all laughing – at my expense.
We got down the stairs and Joe set me on my feet and I hobbled to the front door. I turned the handle and stepped out into the warm sunshine. Joe followed me out and went mad – can vampires venture out into the sun?
I – despite my injuries – pushed him back inside, and pushed him down hard onto a chair, slamming the door shut.
“What happened?” Sally asked, looking at Joe twitching and at his wide pupils.
“He went out into the sunlight. Is there something I should know about the sun?” I asked.
“Yes, we can’t let our bare skin be exposed to the bright sun because it sends us mad. You’re lucky that you’re still alive – if he had stayed out in the sun any longer he would have sucked your blood, and you’d be dead. That was a very brave thing for you to do.” She said, smiling and squeezing my shoulder.
“Do you want me to heal all your injuries?” Sally asked me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“I mean do you want me to snap my fingers and all your injuries to be gone?” She asked.
“Could you do that?” I asked, my eyes glistening with hope.
“Of course, but I’ll need you to lie down because otherwise you might fall over with the force of the ‘magic’” She said, making her fingers into inverted commas on the word magic.
I went to lie down in the living room, and felt a spasm flow through my body as the injuries disappeared, and it must have looked like I had a ten second fit from any person who wasn’t aware of what Sally was doing.
I got up then and managed to walk up and down and was truly amazed. I went to look in a mirror and found that my bruises had gone! I thanked Sally very much and pulled my pots off.
She told me that I would have to fake having injuries when I wasn’t in their house because it would look very suspicious if I got over my injuries in a few days when it should have taken five to six weeks.
I did a little dance when I’d got the pots off and was truly happy. I went back into the entrance hall that was a quarter of the size of a football pitch, and saw Joe curled up, crying on the cold marble floor.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Are you in pain?” I asked, feeling really concerned, because after all, it was my fault that he went outside.
“No, I’m not in pain. I could have killed you!” He said in-between sobs.
“I’m sorry. Don’t care about me, care about you.” I mumbled.
“What are you sorry for? I’m the one that went outside.” He said, having stopped crying.
“Yes but you just followed me. It was my entire fault, and I’m really sorry.” I said and then it was me that started crying.
“Aww… come here.” He said and pulled me into a big hug.
It was about fifteen minutes later, and we’d got over it, and he noticed that I wasn’t in my pots or anything anymore.
“Yup, Sally’s a good-un. I didn’t know she could do that. You never said; you only spoke about Emily, Charlie, Finty, Jordan and Freya.” I said, poking him in the chest.
“Oh and you’ll probably want to know about Dad; he’s able to turn into a guinea pig, don’t ask me why. It’s quite funny actually and we tease him about it. He wants to turn into a wolf instead and get’s really agitated when you say the word: guinea pig.” Joe said laughing.
“That reminds me, I need to feed the guinea pig at home.” I said.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Joe asked.
“Well, it might be an idea seeing as I haven’t got my car with me and I’m supposed to be acting ‘injured’” I said, smiling.
He laughed at that, and I put the pots on.
“Don’t forget to act like you’re in a lot of pain, just in case we come into contact with someone.” Joe said winking, and we walked out to his car.
He opened the door for me and I climbed in. I’d never noticed before, but all of his car windows were tinted just like in a limousine, though the glass was a bit darker than that of a limousine’s.
“Yup, so we could be doing this for all anybody outside the car would know.” He said, answering my thoughts, and locked his lips onto mine, and he moved his hands to my hair, and pushed my head forwards, and we were like that for five whole minutes, but I had to break away because I’d forgotten to breathe.
When we did break apart, we were both smiling sheepishly, and then he drove back to my house.
I fed the guinea pig and picked up the parcel that Mum had left for me. I unwrapped it and found that it was a me-to-you bear in bandages saying ‘get well soon’. It was really cute, and so I left a thank you note on the table, saying that I felt a little bit better but still in quite a bit of pain and vaguely mentioned morphine, and then I said that I’d fed Toffee (the guinea pig) and that I was looking forward to going back to school.
Joe was absolutely howling with laughter at my mention of morphine and said that if anybody was going to milk it, it would be me.
I took the me-to-you bear and put it in my bag, and then got back in Joe’s car and we sped up the road, back to his house.
Before we got back to his house, we stopped on the beach, and had a bit of a picnic; actually, correction, I had a picnic that he’d packed up.
It was really nice, and calming, and just what I needed, since all the drama that had been happening since I got to Mattawa.
I picked some sand up, and let it run through my fingers, just like a sieve.
I could have sworn that I got a teeny weeny bit of sun tan, but laid down on the beach next to Joe, I looked very tanned. But hey ho there you go, if you’re a vampire, every single bit of sun you catch in your human life disappears. It looked quite funny because he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, trousers, socks, shoes, gloves and a balaclava, and then there’s me in a belly-baring spaghetti strapped top, and a skirt, and then one flip-flop and one shoe-type-thing that you wear when you have broken your foot/leg.
We stared up at the sky, and tried to name what the clouds looked like, and then when I looked at my watch, I noticed that it was only two o’ clock.
The tide had started coming in so we packed up the blanket and the basket, and headed up the beach and he carried them so that I can do my artificial hobble.
We got into his car, and we went back to his house.
“Right, we’re back!” He shouted into the silent house.
“Oh and your guinea pig is cute.” Joe said, knowing that Dougie was listening.
“Who said guinea pig?! You know it makes me mad!!!” Dougie yelled stamping into the entrance hall.
“It was Joe, you see we went to my house and I showed Joe my guinea pig. She’s called Toffee and she’s beige and black, and is a right character!” I said smiling. Dougie can never be mad at me when I smile; I must have some sort of charm. In fact, I must have the same sort of charm that Joe tends to have on every single human female he sees.