Victor's mysterious Fangs

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Victor
1 AM

I was dead asleep until I heard those god forbidden pipes from that stupid truck. The neighborhood was brought to life with sounds of fire, and I had the dissatisfaction of knowing the cause—or rather who was causing it.

Fucking Jake.
He sure knew how to draw attention to himself.

I sat up begrudgingly, deliberating if I'd go over there and snap his neck, or let them have some teenage fun.

With a yawn, I slid from the covers and draped my feet over the bed, easily nuzzling into my house slippers.

I shuffled across the room, the wooden floor creaking in protest of my movement. I opened the window cautiously, peering out to the street.

The street lamps illuminated the street, a faint breeze blowing through the trees on either side of the street. But the peace was disrupted by the loud pipes of Jake's truck. He apparently decided it was a good idea to cruise down the block, blaring his music.

I felt my anger rising as I watched the truck roll down the street. I knew the driver was trying to show off and draw attention to himself, but it was late and people were trying to sleep. I wanted to march out there and give him a piece of my mind, but I decided to take a different approach for now and just watch.

When he finally reached Aria's house, I suddenly recalled she was on punishment. Why the fuck was he sneaking over if she's grounded? A few minutes later, the truck died down and Jake slid his keys from the ignition. He calmly and slowly stepped out. The idiotic grin on his face never left as he stumbled to walk. He was holding on to the truck for support, trying to make his way to Aria's front door. Even from here, all the way inside my home, surrounded by four walls and plenty other things, the mixed smell of sex and alcohol coming off him was extremely strong and I almost gagged.

The pitiful sight of him being in a drunken stupor made me seethe. He had the nerve to get drunk tonight and disturb everyone's peaceful sleep. And he even thought he would have Aria.

Tsk. I think not.

He was slumped over on the concrete due to his last tumble. He tried to stand, but to no avail, he puked on himself.

Well, doesn't that make for a good drunk memory.

It took him quite some time to actually grace the front porch steps; I was beyond amused seeing him fall so many times and stain his clothes with his own disgusting vomit.

I almost felt sorry for him. ALMOST. Determined young fellow, I marveled at his will to reach the door. He made it; pounding on the door with all his might, uttering inebriated nonsense, he was eager for Aria to open the door.

"Ariaaa," Jake groaned.

Aria's room came to life, bright with light. She must have finally woken from his incessant knocking. She marched down the steps with swift, heavy steps. She opened the door and Jake fell into her arms, his weight almost too much for her to bear. "What's wrong? Ewww!!" She pushed him off. "You're drunk." She clasped her nose with a pinch. "And you stink."

"Ariaaa," he was still singing her name.
"Just be still," Aria scolded Jake before she ran off. Jake was just mumbling her name on the floor, waiting for her to return. She finally came back with a pair of clothes.

"Ha," I began to laugh watching the sight of Aria try to drag Jake outside.
"Cmon, get your ass up," Aria rethought her strategy and helped him stand on his feet, supporting him with his hands wrapped around her shoulders. "Okay, let's go. Use your feet," she reprimanded Jake.

After walking a few feet, she dropped Jake to the ground. "Sorry, sorry," she apologized. The squeaks from the water hose turning made Jake sober up a bit.

"Please no, Aria," he begged.
"Take the clothes off," she tossed the hose and stomped to him. Ignoring his cries, she undressed him down to his white boxers. "Aria, this is not right. I'm cold," he whined.
"Just shut up," she sprayed him with the water hose. "Turn so I can wash you good. I don't want you going home smelling like that." Jake was humiliated but he had no choice but to listen to her.

I glanced at the clock. Almost 2 in the morning and my neighbor's drunk boyfriend comes for a visit only to have the girlfriend take care of him.

I shook my head. "Where are you?" I needed a cigarette; I flicked the lamp on and rumbled through my night stand for my lighter and cigs. Only one puff in and I heard Aria gasp, " What the fuck Jake! What's that?" I crept to my window again, attempting to make sense of what just happened.

"What?" Jake asked.
"That!" "And this too!" Her mouth fell agape and her face went through a range of expressions before she took the water hose and aimed it at his face. "You cheater!"
"Aria," Jake tried to defend himself with his arms up.
"I don't want to hear your lies," she moved to the side, and he shuffled, still in defense mode from her and the water, but it was useless. "Who gave them to you, huh? Where have you been?" In Aria's growing rage, she increased the water pressure. When she realized he was matching her movements, her movements became sporadic and she waved the hose around everywhere and he was unable to avoid the attack. He was drenched and his  words were drowned out by the water.

"How could you?" Aria's voice was shaky. "I thought we.."
"Just let me explain." Jake was guarded.
"Please explain. Where did those marks and scratches come from? If you lie, I swear I will turn the water on high," Aria threatened.

He inhaled, "It's what you think, but honestly, Aria, wait.. wait!" He saw her stalking to the knob. "I was drunk Aria. I didn't know what I was doing."

"Well I do!" Aria was unapologetic about twisting the knob.

I sneered at the menace she had become. I watched the drama unfold from my window until I decided it was time to step in. I donned a comfy shirt and slid my jacket on.

When I arrived, Aria was standing over Jake relentlessly dousing with the water, screaming and cursing at him.

"That's enough," I snatched the hose from Aria and she fought me for it. I ignored her, "get out of here." I ordered Jake; his attempt at grabbing the muddy, soaked clothes from the ground was miserable. I had Aria tight in my grip. "Let me go," she wanted to get to him. "I haven't even punched him yet."

"Just let him go princess," she was still struggling in my arms.

"No," she huffed. His truck roared to life. "Mr.Vic," she slowly stopped her struggles as we watched him hurriedly reverse his truck. "He's getting away."

"It's fine, princess," I soothed her and rubbed her hair. She took a deep breath and her heart rate calmed soon after. I deemed it safe to let her go and I gently let her down on her feet. She didn't move from my hold and instead, squeezed me into a hug.

Her sniffles on my chest stirred my insides. How much of a prick could Jake be to make this princess cry. "It's okay," her strands of hair easily slipped through my fingers. Her sniffles ceased and she pulled away. "Thanks," she didn't look up for a while until I finally spoke back.

"Let's go inside, princess. I'll tuck you in," I suggested.

"Let's play a game," she strode over to the water hose. I creased a brow and she reacted. "I'm not going to spray you," she rolled her eyes and turned the hose off. She rolled up the hose and put it back where it belonged. "Are you coming?" Her inviting eyes told me she was ok.

"Sure,"  I followed behind her short frame, watching her hair sway with every bounce and i reveled in her scent as we walked the path inside. I closed the door and locked it. I turned to see Aria biting her lip, gazing at me.

"What?" I questioned.
" I was just thinking you always come when I need you. You're like my angel," she beamed.
She couldn't be more wrong though. I just thrived in my selfishness; I want to be the only one to cause you pain.

"Go to bed. It's 2 in the morning. You have school," I stated.
She smiled, "So we'll play the game tomorrow? Got it. Goodnight," she turned on her heel but stopped. "Are you staying?" She asked, a crimson heat flushed her face.

"Should I?" I asked seriously.
She pondered for a moment "definitely! There's cover in the closet," she pointed. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight princess," I mused.