Beatrice

Short #4: Sidebitch

Kennan's POV

I was sleeping, but then I wake up to a banjo and laughter downstairs. I heard Bea, but another person. A man. In my house?

I walk downstairs and see Beatrice sitting on the couch, playing with the banjo that wasn't hers. She was awful, but she was smiling and giggling while playing it. She had lots of empty wine glasses in-front of her

I walk further down the stairs, now completely on the first floor. Beatrice still didn't see me, she was distracted by the banjo.

I see a man behind her, faced away, pouring wine into two wine glasses. Pouring my wine in my wine glasses. He seemed familiar. Who is he?

"Oh, hi Kenny, baby!" Beatrice says, slurring a little. I smile at her. She was in her robe.

The man turns around and when he sees me, he smirks. "KENNAY!" My smile drops.

Remmick.

He carries the glasses of wine to the couch where Beatrice is sitting, she's still playing on the banjo I'm assuming is Remmick's.

He taps her shoulder and hands her the glass while still looking at me. "Here you go, baby." He coos, licking his lips. I clench my fist.

"Oh, thank you!" Beatrice says.

"No problem, sugar." He responds, still looking at me and taking a sip of wine. I chuckle in disbelief and cross my arms. "This the lady you was saving yourself for? Ooh child, what a beauty." He says while walking up to me.

"What are you doing here? And who you calling 'baby' and 'sugar', you know that's her." I say, looking him in the eyes.

He gasps dramatically, pointing to himself and looking around, confused. I hate his sarcasm. "What? Lil' ole me? We were best buddies in uni, roomie. What's your problem with me? What I do to you?" He slyly asks.

He thinks he's smart. I should smack the shit out of him and show him that I'm not from Illinois, I'm from New Orleans. "You know what the fuck you did, you turned me into this. What are you doing here?" I ask again.

"He's here for you Kenny, he said he wanted to catch up, but I told him you were asleep and to wait here until you woke up." Beatrice says, smiling at me and taking a sip of her wine.

"Nah she's wrong. I ain't just come here for you. I'm here for her too." Remmick adds, walking up to the couch where Beatrice was sitting and stands behind her.

Beatrice giggles and it aggravates me. He's making my woman laugh. "Boy, you don't even know me." She says, about to take another sip before Remmick takes the glass out of her hand and drinks from right where she was drinking.

"We can change that." Remmick replies. He chuckles and Beatrice laughs. She gets up and goes upstairs. I watch her and then turn my eyes back to Remmick.

"Get out." I demand, opening my front door.

He chuckles, "She's one of us? I knew there was a reason I didn't crave her. Well, at least not her blood." He wheezes and cackles and walks towards me. "But you didn't switch her. She told me. See, the reason I actually came was because there's a man who screwed my life and your little lady. Now I don't mind an adventurous girl, sex is a beautiful thang. But I think he turned her as well." Remmick says, finishing his glass and handing it to me.

"Okay?" I ask, confused on why he's telling me this.

"He don't like sharing, Kennan. You fucking what's his. Beatrice was with him first, but then you came along and started getting in them guts." Remmick starts as he laughs, I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "He's coming for you next. But, shit, can you blame him? She puts love voodoo on people, I'm jealous of you, ion even wanna leave 'cause that means I'm leaving her, y'know?" He adds.

I sigh, "Who is this man?" I ask, why can't people just leave my girl alone?

"His name is Lestat." He answers and he grabs his banjo and exits my house. "Just looking out for you. He's dangerous." Remmick adds. I grunt in agreement and shut the door, locking it.

I head upstairs to see Beatrice retwisting her hair in our room, naked, sitting in front of her mirror. I walk up to her and kiss her on the shoulder, then neck, then cheek."Hey, baby" She says, turning her head to me and smiling. She smelt like vanilla and caramel.

"Baby, I got a question..." I start.

"Yes?" She answers not turning her attention away from the mirror.

"Who's Lestat?"

Fin.
(A/n: yes, I'm mixing sinners and iwtv. It was around the same time anyway and Remmick got big dick energy that Beatrice will be experiencing...soon. Anyways FIN.)