Just Another Vampire Story

Always A First

 After I hung up with Whisper, I chilled out with Jake and Troy while waiting for her to come pick me up - that is if she could convince Michelle to let her drive; Michelle is super protective when the matter comes to her car. She obssesses over her stuff. No one can touch her phone, her sister's phone, even mine and Whisper's.

 "So does this mating thing choose people randomly? Or is it like a...match maker?" I questioned loudly.

 "Well..." Troy looked like he was searching for words, "you can say it could be like a match maker; it could be between two very different people, but they could also have something or two in common." 

 I looked at Jake, "have you found your mate?" I cocked an eyebrow.

 He rolled his eyes, "nope."

 I smiled innocently, "figures." I mumbled. He glared at me, making me smirk and chuckle.

 "Whatever." He said reclining back on the couch, and stared at the TV.

 "Aw, don't be mad, grandpa. I was just teasing you." He glanced at me and I grinned. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to gaze at the TV.

"Don't you call me that." He snapped at me.

 I laughed and saluted him, "Yes, sir." He ignored me and looked away. Two minutes have passed in this comfortable but boring silence. I huffed and got up, "I'm hungry."

 Troy looked up at me, "you're going to go feed now?"

 I giggled and shook my head "Why? don't you guys have food in here?" I strode to the kitchen, all the while combing my hair with my fingers. How do I look right now? I never really look that bad when I wake up, but there were certain times that I appeared as if I were in some kind of cat fight.

 I looked into the cupboards for boxes of cereal or something of the kind but there were none. I opened the fridge...soda, beer, coca cola cans and water bottles were all that filled up the damned machine, "someone doesn't do their grocery shopping." I grumbled.

 "I heard that." I heard Troy say all the way from the living room. I giggled.

 "I know." I said in my normal voice, knowing he can hear it. I spotted a jar of butter in the corner and grabbed hold of it. I straightened myself up, and let my eyes wander onto the counter tops, for anything else to eat. There was a bag of toast on one of them near the sink. I stopped myself before opening it. How long has it been there? It didn't smell bad. I shrugged; nothing will happen if I eat it, anyways. I'm half-vampire; I cannot get food-poisoned. I took out two pieces, and put them on the island, with the butter next to them. I looked through all of the drawers. Damn, are these guys not supposed to be living here? There were three spoons, a couple of forks and knives, along with a bottle opener in one of the drawers. Another one had a few packs of matches and small hardware tools. The others were absolutely empty! Seriously.... - Anyways, I took out one of the two knives and used it to spread the butter over the toast, and put the other piece over it, and then put my little sandwich in the microwave. After ten seconds, I took it out, after I grabbed myself a can of soda, and walked back to living room, while biting off halfway through the sandwich.

 I swallowed as I sat down, "Don't you guys eat or anything? The kitchen is supposed to be, like where everything you need. The place looks like a tomb, even the sink is covered in dust." I can feel my face disorienting.

 "No." Jake and Troy replied in union to my question before I started letting my mouth run, "we don't eat." Troy said.

 Taken aback, I blinked, "Really? you guys don't eat anything?"