Just Classic

Chapter Seventeen

Infinity spends the next few weeks in his room. I camp out on the couch watching cartoons with Century, only getting up to get food, water, and to go to the bathroom.

"Nicolae and Seren are back today." Century yawns. We lay opposite each other, my feat near his head, his near mine, although his feet go over the edge of the couch. I groan.

"Great. Seren's going to try to prove my Vampirism by biting me."

"But you are a Vampire. I don't see the problem."

"Century, I've told you this before; I am not a Vampire."

He sits up, putting his face an inch away from mine and clapping his hands to my face.

"Ow." I state.

"You. Are. A. Vampire. I saw your fangs. I saw you drink blood. Humans don't drink blood. Humans don't have fangs."

"Fine, I'm a new mythical creature."

"You definitely are that," Eventide yawns from the other couch, turning over to sleep. Gray light streams in through a small window near the ceiling. I glare at him from the corner of my eye before peeling Century's hands from my face.

"Either way, I'm not like you guys, nor any other breed. If Seren drinks from me, he'll pick up on that." Century pulls away from me, staring at the blank t.v.

"I wish I could do something to help."

"Well, you can't."

"You're such an optimist!" Century replies sarcastically, laying back down. "Your feet stink."

"So do yours, but am I complaining?"

"Creeesssst?" Century calls lazily. I sigh. This is how all of Century's demands for food and blood began.

"I swear, Century, if you don't let me sleep, I'll kill you."

"Okay, okay, just turn on the t.v. please?"

"No." He monotones. Century opens his mouth to beg again, but Eventide interrupts him. "And if you ask again I will get up just to chuck the damn remote at your head."

"Meanie," Century mumbles under his breath.

Trying to hide my laughter, I snort. Everything silences afterward.

Turning red, I try to sink into the couch. Century and Eventide burst into laughter. Century rolls off the couch, clutching his stomach and curling up as his laughter suffocates him. Eventide begins to make this strange clicking noise, his chest heaving, before sucking in enough air to make a whale float and laughing like a normal person.

I'm sinking deeper within the corner of the couch when Nicolae skips in, ten years old.

"What have you done to my poor Domo?!" He screeches.

Century gets up shakily, clutching Nicolae's shoulder for support. "She, she snorted. It's okay. W-we didn'tkillher!" He falls to the floor in laughter again. Nicolae kicks him in the stomach and sits next to me.

"How dare you make my Domo feel bad about herself! Look, she's red as fresh blood. Stop laughing!"

Century shuts up, but then snorts. Eventide's laughter booms through the room with renewed volume, tears streaming down his face. Century gets up and punches his brother in the stomach.

"We've stopped laughing now, Nicolae." Century states. That, mixed with his English accent and the expression of angelic innocence, is extremely disarming.

"Well, Domo doesn't forgive you," Nicolae rejects.

"Domo?" Century inquires, giving me the puppy eyes.