IHasCupQuake Is A Vampire?

Chapter 6

My feet patter down the stairs as I go to prepare some milk and cookies, and I try to be quiet, as I hear Mario is making a gaming video. I think he's doing a minigame on a minecraft server with his friends, so I try not to disturb him. Usually the floorboards creak and then later he freaks out about me messing up his video when I never do that when he leans over to kiss me or something while I'm in the nether or maybe even the end.

But now that I'm a vampire, I need to stalk victims quietly, so now I'm a master of stealth and stamina. My cottony socks tiptoe cross the hardwood floor, and Mario doesn't hear me at all. Neither does the microphone. I reach the kitchen, and I raid the cupboard for a box of cookies, whether it's Oreos or the leftovers from a Quake and Bake.

Great. No cookies.

And Mario isn't hiding any either; like he does sometimes. I know because when I sniff, I smell every food we have except for cookies. The scent of the wine cabinet is especially strong. But we have every ingredient to MAKE cookies according to a cookbook by Julia Child.

I'm pretty quick making the cookies, with my new super speed. It only takes a few seconds to mix up everything and drop it onto a pan, then pop it in the oven. For 20 minutes.

I can tell the patience part of being a vampire is especially hard, so meanwhiles I pour some chocolate milk and put down some napkins. Then I decide instead I can use plates instead of napkins. Then I decide "Hey, maybe some ice cream would go good with this." and then I look at the ice cream expiration date and it just expired an hour ago. Huh. So I throw that out (I'm not OCD, It's just that I can imagine all the squirmy little bacteria wiggling around on it). Then I decide, "Hey, why not put some whipped cream on the chocolate milk?" and then I think "Hmm, maybe I should put chocolate shavings on the whipped cream!" And then I think "I should put some on an extra plate for Red.".

And by the time all that drama is over, it's only been five minutes. UGGHHHH. I grab my IPad, and start playing some Pou. I buy a ton of food and make him fat. Then I dress him up in a suit. He's a fancy fat man! Then I buy a potion to make him not fat again, and then I play some Pou games to earn the gold coins.

FINALLY, (and I cannot express my relief with just some caps and bold and italics) THE COOKIES ARE DONE!!! YAYYYYY!!!!

Without oven mitts, I grab the pan out of the oven, and set it down on the oven. I'm aware of the heat, but my hands don't burn at all.

After the cookies have a few minutes to cool down, I grab a small crumb and taste it. Mmmm. Yummy. Scrumtious. Delicious. Sabrosa (tasty in spanish). So basically the best cookies I've ever made.

Right on cue, Katherine comes in and sees the cookies I made.

"You didn't have to go through all the trouble." She says, the scent of fresh homemade cookies (made from scratch, NOT MIX! Mix is for lazybones. Unless your doing a Quake and Bake) inserting itself in her nostrils and making her almost drool, but she quickly wipes it off her face.

"I was in a baking mood, anyway." I smile at her friendily. "Help yourself, save some for Red, though."

"Okay." She nods slowly, and grabs a few cookies off the tray. "Are these chocolate chip?"

"Yeah, and white chocolate chip." I nod. I grab a cookie and taste it. "Mmmmm."

"Is it good?" Katherine asks.

"Oh, hell yeah." I nod. "Should I have swore in front of you?"

"No." Katherine nods. "But hell isn't much of a swear word compared the F word."

"True." I say, and Katherine smiles. "I'm bad at this Mom thing so far."

"Nah, you're doing decent." Katherine picks up a cookie. "You made cookies, first off."

"True." I nod, as Katherine bites into it. She sighs.

"This is delicious!" She exclaims, after she chews the first bite.

"Agreed." I nod. After a few moments, I ask "Do you want me to call you Kathy or your full name . . ."

"Erin used to call me Kat." Katherine says.

"Kat sounds nice." I nod. "What do you mean 'used to'?"

"Oh, Erin used to be my friend at the orphanage." Kat shrugs. "She got adopted by a couple of superficial snobs which were models."

"Did you like her?"

"Oh, yeah, she was really nice. But after she heard she was going to be adopted, a week before the couple flew from California, she started acting different. She wore makeup and started talking about celebrities and boys and gossip." Kat shakes her head. "I HATED her! And the way she waved to me! The look on her face practically said 'Ha ha! I have parents, you don't' They offered to adopt me first, but I didnt want THOSE kinds of parents".

"I see." I nod, imagining super upbeat glam models with breast reduction surgery and hair gel. "So, what movie do you want to watch?"

"Can we watch How To Train Your Dragon 2?" Kat asks.

"Hmm, I think I might have that." I say, and I grab a cookie, carrying it in to the living room, and look in the stack of DVDs. "Yep!"

"Yay!" Kat squeals as she grabs a lot of cookies and I put on the movie, then we start watching it. We're at the part where Stoic dies (oh, whoops, spoiler. You should've watched it by now though!), when Kat's eye suddenly become wide and her hands slap against her ears, then she lets out a high-pitched shriek.

"Kat, are you okay?!" I ask instantly. She keeps screaming

"THE VOICES! THE VOICES!" She cries. Mario runs in, and he sees her.

"What voices, honey?" I pat her shoulder.

"THEY'RE TALKING TO ME!!" Tears slip out of her eyes.

"The lady at the orphanage told me about this." Mario says. "I put her medicine in the kitchen."

As Mario gets her medicine, I reassure Kat "Don't worry, it'll be okay. You'll be fine."

After Mario grabs her medicine, some ear drops, he administers them, and Kat settles down.

"What were they saying?" I ask.

"They . . . before I got the medicine, they said that your d . . . . dangerous. And that you have a secret. They were about to say what your secret is, but then you gave me the medicine." She looks at me. "Is it true?"

"No, no, of course not." I lie after a few seconds, and I glance at the window. "How about you go to bed?"

"O . . . okay." She nods slowly.