Beatrice

Short #3: Newlyweds

"Kennan, wake up! The guys at the door to interview us, baby!" I say in my pink robe and bonnet. With my hello kitty slippers on. This is a nice time to be alive.

2023.

There's more hair care for black people. More education. More...everything. I had to fight hard to be the person I am today. A model, an actor, singing on the side. I finally have a mansion! Mama would never have believed me if I said that I would own a mansion.

The doorbell started ringing even faster.

Shit.

I run to the door and apologize for leaving the interviewer outside for so long.

"Hello, Daniel Malloy, nice to meet you." He reaches his hand out to shake mines, but Kenny takes his hand first wrapping his arm around my waist, surprising me.

He didn't let me shake his hand...

We walked to our dining table and Daniel followed. Then we sat down across from Daniel. Kennan looked at Daniel like he was ready to kill him. Why was he so grumpy this morning? Daniel nervously chuckled, "Um, Beatrice and Kennan Bernard, it's a pleasure that you are willing to share your story as vampires." Daniel said.

I smiled and nodded, "Yes! I'm glad I found someone I could trust with this information. I'm grateful that Louis wanted me included in this book you're making." I say. My chefs place sausage, biscuits, and hash browns in front of me. They put a living fox infront of Kennan. "Oh, do you want anything before we start? Coffee?" I ask Daniel.

"Coffee would be great." Daniel responds, smiling. I smile back and tell my chefs to make him some coffee. Kennan scoffs and my smile drops

"Can we get this over with already so you can leave?" Kennan asked rudely. He was draining the fox's blood into a wine glass.

I slam my fist on the table. Kennan, visibly a bit startled looks at me. I get up and walk to the living room. Kennan follows me.

Once we both get to the living room, I pull his ear to my mouth. My eye color turns from brown to read "Keep acting like this and I'll put the fucking shock collar on you, right in front of Daniel. Fix your attitude. Don't ruin this for me." I whisper, then push his face away.

Kenny looks at me for a second, then clears his throat. I look back at him in his eyes, then fix his bed hair and walk back to the dining room.

We sit down and Daniel is on his computer, sipping his coffee. "Oooookay. Beatrice, how long have you known your husband?" Daniel asks.

"Since I was in sixth grade. So for quite a long time! Our parents were friends." I say. I look at Kennan with a smile on my face, and he just sips the blood from his wine glass.

"How long have you known Louis?" Daniel asks.

"First grade, parents were also friends."

"So you grew up with Louis? You know him well. Would that he's a reliabke source for information for this topic?" Daniel asks. The room got super quiet.

"Well..."
'He's not.'

"It was decades ago, I don't even know if I can remember half of this stuff."
'I know it like the back of my hand, stop lying.'

"One thing I'll tell you though, he was manipulated by an evil demon that was Lestat. He's damaged."
'He's stubborn.'

"I mean, I'm damaged. Lestat was a nightmare."
'𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.'
'No, Kennan was my first love. What me and Lestat had was not love at all.'
'𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.'

"...Okay. How long have you known Lestat for?" Daniel asks. I snap out of my trance as the two halves of my brain fight each other. I never loved Lestat and he never loved me. Fuck him.

Kennan was looking at me. His beautiful face. I love him. I loved him first. HE was my first love.

'𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭.'
"LI TE YE!" (HE WAS!) I yelled. Slamming my hands on the table.

"Beatrice!" Kennan says, startled by my outburst. I catch my composure and clear my throat. I apologize.

"What was the question?" I ask.

"How long have you known Lestat."

'Since March 4th, 1910'
"In spring some year around the 1910s" I lie. I knew exactly where and when I met him. I know how he feels on me, inside of me. He knows my taste, my scent, my limits, my likes, my dislikes. He knows my dreams and passions. He knows how to me scream for joy, pain, and pleasure.

Tears start to form in my eyes, bloody tears ran down my face.

"Say it, Beatrice. Say what you need to say." Daniel said, taking off his glasses and looking at me.

"I should've never stepped foot in The Azalea on Mardi Gras." I breathlessly whispered.

"And why is that, Beatrice?"

"My relationship, my fate with him was sealed when he laid eyes on me."

Fin.

(A/N: Sorry I don't be updatingggg. Being a senior is hard🙄. I hate school. Anyway here yall go. I will update sometime next week. This chapter is a bit basic and kinda boring but I'll come back with some good shii next week I just haven't been in a writing moodddd.)