The Diner from Hell

Chapter 3 - Regrets: Useless, but still there nonetheless.

“Why do we have to go back here again?” I asked. I knew that the restaurant carried vampire blood, and wondered what else they had in there. Stakes? Dead animals? Dead babies? Dead adults?

Dead anything?

“Because apparently the waitress gave you vampire blood without your permission, and that's illegal.”

We were walking towards Darcy's Diner. Even with my vampire-ness and Sterling with the Stake (I knew his name, but the whole alliteration thing was cool, so I kept “with the Stake”) next to me, I was still creeped out.

“Illegal? I'm pretty sure American law enforcement isn't even aware that vampires exist, let alone do they make laws for them.”

He snorted. “Not American cops, vampire—why do you keep looking over your shoulder?” he demanded.

I blushed (well, I thought I did—apparently vampires can't blush). “Paranoia.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You know that pretty much nothing can kill you, right?”

“What can kill me?” I questioned.

“As far as I know, only sunlight and—”

I cut him off. “Sunlight? I can't go in the sun anymore? Oh my god, stake me now.” Yes, I do realize I was being melodramatic. I loved my sun.

He shrugged. “Well, if you really want me to...” He raised the stake.

“No! No no no, that hurt like hell. Please don't.” Not to mention if he got my heart, I'd die.

He laughed and put the stake away. “Sunlight, wood through the heart, and starving—if you don't get enough human blood, that is—can kill you. I've heard legends of blessed weapons—you know, knives, daggers, swords, stuff like that—that can kill everything, but I doubt they're true.”

I tried to process that. Only three ways of death for me. It helped with the anxiety thing, that's for sure.

“Wait, so if you were to like...chop my head off, what would happen?”

“Wanna be my experiment?”

“You really want to kill me, don't you?” I sighed.

I walked about five more steps before I realized Sterling wasn't next to me. Spinning around, I saw him standing with his arms crossed, looking at me expectantly.

He was in front of Darcy's Diner. I gulped. Yeah, I was scared to see Elliette the Bitchy Waitress. I mean, what kind of chick goes around turning random girls into vampires? That's just weird.

I trudged back to the diner, trying to put it off the extra two seconds.

When we walked in, the brown haired lady gasped. “Oh dear, how did that happen so fast?” She pointed to me. I assumed she was talking about the whole vampire thing.

I looked around the room, but there were no customers. It was safe to speak.

Which is what I started to do, before I was rudely interrupted by Sterling.

“Well, according to her, your waitress poisoned her,” he said, narrowing his eyes. He didn't like the fact of more vampires being made, I guessed.

The brown haired woman cocked her head. “Poisoned her? What do you mean, exactly?”

“He means that Elliette gave me vampire blood. Then I got mugged and killed and now...this.” I gestured towards myself.

“You think Elliette tried to get you turned? On purpose?” She sounded incredulous. “No, she'd never do that. I'm positive. She's not the most polite server we have, but she wouldn't turn someone against their will. Look, why don't you two come in the kitchen and we'll discuss this? Someone could walk in any moment now.”