Were-Vamp Anthology

Birthday Gift Exchange 2

Continuation of Birthday Gift Exchange 1.

Christian is sitting in the far corner of the seat against the wall hugging his present when a bald cholo with tattoos all over his body approached him. "What you got there, vato?"

"A birthday present." Christian answered timidly.

"What a coincidence. It's my birthday too, essay. You shouldn't have."

"Sorry. But my friend broke it."

"You're just saying that." The cholo grabbed the gift. And soon, a tug of war began. "Just give me that present, you hot tamale."

"Hot tamale? Who are you calling a hot tamale? Now, let go of my brother's gift."

"It's my gift now, fool."

"No it's not."

"Let go, essay."

"No!"

The wrapping paper began tearing and the cholo pulled hard enough to make him fly and whack his head on the metal bars.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked him. The cholo got up, got in his face, and told him off in Spanish. "Lo siento! Lo siento!" Christian screamed before being chased all over the jail cell.

An older man sitting with a cigarette in his mouth tripped Christian, and he plopped onto the ground. He turned around in time for the cholo to lunge at him but bumped head first into Roger's gift in Christian's arms that knocked him out cold.

"What kind of gift is that?" One of the men asked Christian.

Christian stared at it sadly. "A gift that took forever to be delivered to me." He replied before cautiously crawling away to stand in the corner of the jail cell where he could see Luna across from where he is. "Pst. Luna." She turned her back to him. "What's gotten into you?" Christian asked her. "Thanks to you, I'm trying to keep my ass and my gift safe." She stayed silent. "C'mon Luna. It's me. Whatever is bothering you, I'll understand."

"No you wouldn't." She told him.

"Why not?"

"Because you're not the same as me."

"Not the same as you?"

She turned around to face him. "You know." She put her two index fingers to make fangs on her face.

"Oh. Oh!" Christian realized what she meant. "Wait, Roger told you?"

"Earlier today."

"Okay. Well, as I said before, I understand."

"No, you don't." Luna repeated.

"Yes, I do." Christian insisted. "I didn't know until I found my family. Imagine, thinking you're normal until your biological family dumped the great news on you."

Luna frowned. "That must've sucked."

"It did." Christian spoke. "But why does it bother you? I thought you liked Roger. And I thought we were cool."

"We were. I mean, we are. It's just." Luna is trying to find the right words to say. "There's too many complications with us being different."

"Like what?"

"Like, what if you guys go uh, hunting? Would I need to worry about any mishaps?"

"No." Christian said. "We hunt animals in a very secluded part of the forest. Or if we're low on provisions, there's a special store we get to go to."

"Kay." Luna spoke. "And if I go out hunting with you guys, is there a chance I'd be eaten?"

"Never!" Christian shouted gaining people's attention. He smiled sheepishly and apologized to them. "Um, any other questions?"