We enter the highway restaurant and are careful not to touch each other. Sheila goes to one of the rickety Formica tables and leaves it to me to order a meal. I order two really large portions of schnitzel, chips and salad.
"Is there nothing to drink with that?" is all Sheila can think of when I put the tray of food in front of her.
"They don't have blood here," I snap, but still go back and buy two large Cokes.
I'm annoyed with myself because I can't manage to do the simplest things that seem natural to vampires. I look at Sheila for a moment as she sits there and puts a French fry in her mouth, and my brain automatically associates the French fry with my penis and I'm horny again (or still?). It's really even worse than puberty. Back when there was a lot of hype around the band and we could barely go anywhere without being followed by screaming fans, we all had our share of groupies and there was always a willing woman on hand to satisfy any kind of lust. They wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I'm still grateful today for the recurring advice "Think condom". Who knows how many little Jordans would otherwise be running around in the world. Danny was the first to become a father back then. That was just before we broke up. But back then it was all over anyway, so it made no difference whether one of us became a father or not.
In any case, back then there was always the option of shagging my way around the world, and I took full advantage of that.
We wolfed down our meal.
"Are vampires always hungry?" I want to know, after seriously considering buying another large portion.
"Scream the word out louder," she hisses at me. "Do you absolutely want to inform everyone present? Either they'll put us in an insane asylum or chase us through the country with torches."
"Sorry," I reply quietly. "I wasn't thinking."
"That doesn't seem to be one of your strengths anyway," she says acidly. 'Haven't you ever learned what self-control is?"
"Yes, sure. You won't believe it, but in the band I'm the one who's considered the most self-controlled and disciplined."
She groans.
"You're right, I don't believe it."
"Well, thank you,' I snap.
"Hey, calm down. You gave me the template."
"Yeah, yeah," I mutter.
For a moment, we both stare at an imaginary point, then Sheila clears her throat.
"Are you full now?"
"I don't know if I ever will be again," I reply snappishly. "I don't even know if and what I will ever be. I don't know anything."
"You're a master of melodrama. Again, get a grip. Getting so worked up about everything is nothing but a waste of time and energy. It doesn't help anyone, least of all you."
I roll my eyes and look annoyed at the ceiling, which is in urgent need of renovation. The paint is peeling off and it's probably pure luck that no flakes have fallen into anyone's food yet.
"Yes, I think I've had enough to eat for now," I finally say.
"Good. By the way, this will level off. Your sense of satiety will return, as will your patience, if you ever had any, and everything else too. Your character has not changed."
Somehow I find that actually reassuring.
"Back to the bus," Sheila says. "You have to go on, you still have a few miles to the next location."
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Creature of the night
FanfictionSome people would kill for the chance to be immortal. I'm not one of them. The thought of a fluffy cloud, on which maybe even my grandma is waiting for me, was always comforting to me. I love life, but as a human being. Not as what I am now. A blood...
