Bitter Revenge

Chapter 7

At 2:30 a.m. in the morning I was pulling my Bluetooth helmet on and sliding the screen over my eyes. I swung my leg over the motorcycle, inserting the keys into my black Honda CB unicorn 150. Technically it's Cris's bike, but she usually has me driving so she can relax behind me. So it's mine because I use it more and because I say so. I kicked the stand back and then roared the engine to life, then took off into the dark of the night. I had a GPS since I had never been so far from home. I mean seriously, I didn't even know they had a city named Venice in Florida. I can't believe I'm doing so much for a person I barely know. It takes 3 hours to get there, and she needs to be at the club by 9 a.m. so that's 6 hours of driving for me! And then 6 more for when she needs to go back. But strangely enough, I don't mind. I had Japanese rock playing on my helmet, which I understand and love. With a Japanese father that surprisingly put in the effort to teach Japanese to his daughters, it'd be difficult to not know Japanese. Plus Japan makes some fire music.

I'd been driving for two hours and just now stopped for gas. I decided to buy some coca cola for the road, just to quench my thirst. I took a sip and admired my black panther of a bike, holding my helmet in my other hand. The sun was starting to rise, but it was still chilly which to me is the perfect time of day. Then I was back on the road, an hour away from Stella's home. It was 5 a.m. so I was right on schedule. I was surprised that I wasn't more tired, but I guess that as a vampire, sleep isn't as mandatory as much as it is a luxury. Then finally, 5:58 a.m. I had pulled up into Stella's driveway. Her two-story, white painted home was quite modern and huge. It could've easily fit a family of 4 or even 5. I rested my bike on the driveway and walked over to the front doors, where I first admired the intricate patterns on the doors. After a single knock, the door swung open and there she was. She was pulling on some black Nike shoes, and the rest of her outfit was much more relaxed than last time. Her white jeans complimented her yellow shoulder crop top, and she had her ginger hair pulled over her right shoulder.

"Good morning Fiona! You're right on time." She smiled, brighter than a thousand diamonds. "Morning Strawberry. I hope you're ready?" I tucked my hands into my sort-of baggy jeans, tilting my head in question. "Yes actually! Would you like some coffee before we take off?" I nodded, and she waved her hand to let me in. I stepped in and removed my shoes and my black leather jacket, hanging it on my shoulder. The actions came completely instinctually from years of doing just that in my own home. "You like your coffee really sweet right?" She pulled two flasks out of a cabinet as I walked over, then offered to grab the coffee. "I'll do it myself. I definitely don't want you pouring so much sugar that I get a heart attack." She just giggled, and I poured my coffee into a flask and put in three spoonsful of sugar.

"You rode here on a bike?!" She gasped at my ride, while I propped open the seat to pull out the spare helmet. "Well sure, Cris and I don't need an entire car for the two of us. Especially since I'm always her chauffeur for wherever she wants to go." I chuckled lightly to myself and handed her the helmet. She propped it on her head and it immediately fell to cover her eyes. I just laughed and clicked the straps together and tightened it to fit her well. "That's not too tight right?" She nodded with an appreciative smile, but there was a certain tightness to it I couldn't put my finger on. "Well, let's get going shall we?" I swung my leg over the bike and she followed suit, then the engine roared to life. "You might wanna hold on tight. Because if you fall, I'm leaving you behind." Her cheeks had a red tint to them, and she placed her hands on my shoulders instead. I just laughed hysterically before suddenly riding off. She almost fell off at that moment which caused her to wrap her arms tight around my abdomen.

An hour and a half into the ride, I decided to make a pit stop. Just to drink coffee and check up on my passenger. "How's my passenger doing?" She was drinking some of her coffee, more relaxed than when she hopped on. "Feeling guilty for letting you go through so much trouble for me." I rolled my eyes, straightening my back to crack something. "I told you already. It's my pleasure. I get to explore more of Florida, so it's fine by me." Three points in my spine cracked which made me sigh with relief, feeling tension in my lower back dissipate. "I guess I have no choice but to take your word for it." I put my helmet back on, handing her my coffee so she could put it in my backpack that she was wearing. Backpacks are quite useful, that way I don't have to pop the seat open every time I need to grab something.

At 9 a.m. sharp we arrived at Devil's Corner. I parked the bike in a private garage above the club we have for employee cars. I placed our helmets in the seat and took off into the club. I stretched from such a long ride, but I enjoyed it. Seeing the open road with no one but me on it, fields of grass and forests. It was definitely relaxing. "Alright then, I'll get Cris. Feel free to order a snack before the interview." I unfortunately had to walk in on Cris chaotically trying to get dressed into skinny jeans. She stopped jumping around to look at me, and I just stared at her, exasperated and with a twitching eyebrow. "You do realize they're backwards right?" She looked down to notice the zipper on the back of her thighs. She just pouted at me, then took off her jeans and put them on correctly. "Where the hell were you? I thought you were going to wake me up!" I just grinned, leaning against the door frame. "I was picking up our interviewer. And it's not my responsibility to wake you up." I finally got to throw that line back at her, HA!