The Vampire's Mate

Chapter 50

I'm very confused. A man is collapsed on my floor and I doubt he's breathing.

"Are you okay?" I question, still holding onto my knife as I approach the unconscious body. I poke Finn with my slipper cadded foot. Nothing. Is he dead? Oh my goodness, there's a dead man lying on my floor. Is the door to the furnace unlocked? I can just get rid of the body and no one will know. Jerry! This guy probably has a family! Wait! I know! I can call the cops and tell them he had a stroke while we were talking. But would they ask me questions? Ask why he was in my house when I don't have the permit to have a person of the opposite sex in my residence past the time of seven? You gotta get rid of all evidence Jerry. Okay, all I have to do is get the body downstairs without anyone noticing and bam, no one will no he died in my apartment or that he was even in here. That little voice is quite hypocritical.

"Holy crapdoodles," I shriek as a strange gurgling noise emits from the body of the man I thought was dead. Apparently he isn't. What do I do?

"Hey, get up and get out of my house," I demand, shoving the body with my foot, only for my slipper to be grabbed. No! Don't use my slipper as a pillow! You're going to get your dirty germs all over it! I lean down, trying to pull the slipper out from Finn's grip. Damn it, he's stronger than I thought. It's time for a last resort. I roll up my sleeves and crack my fingers loudly, attacking him with them without hesitation. That's right. I'm tickling him. The worst form of torture.

No reaction. Are you kidding me? How isn't he out of breathe? I even targeted the most commonly ticklish stops, the sides and neck. I'm not going anywhere near his armpits or feet, I don't know where this guy has been. 

"Get off of my slipper, you oaf!" I demand uselessly. I attempt to drag him by his legs and fail miserably. Maybe I'll just leave him here and hope he leaves in the morning. It's already, what, 10pm? I should go to sleep. I step over the sleeping body of Finn and head into my room, slipping under the checkered green covers that cost me an entire five dollars. I stare at the plain white wall and think over today's events. Man, that guy from the game looks exactly like Finn, but with different hair. It's weird. And with that final thought, I begin to drool slightly as my eyes droop. 

~Next Morning~

Sweet. Something smells really sweet. 

I rub my eyes groggily, wiping the little eye boogers that had dried slightly, making it a slightly painful experience. I walk into the bathroom as per usual and get into the shower. Wait. Maybe I should cut my hair. Ellie had wanted me to cut it shorter than I had before, and I want a change. A new start. No, not really, just don't want to brush my hair. I wash myself down and wash my hair, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around me, though it did nothing to protect me from the chilled air. I brush out the multitude of knots caused by my naturally wild and curly hair, ready to cut it straight. So I did, and as I began to even everything out, it slowly became shorter... and shorter... and shorter. Barely to the top of my chest when dry, I wonder how short it would be when it actually curls itself. But it did work, my head feels a lot lighter and refreshing. Maybe I can save on shampoo and conditioner as well. I walk back into my room and slip on a black tank top, a heavy dark green jacket, and jeans. Nothing out of the ordinary. I walk out of my room and the sweet smell from earlier intensifies. What is that?

"Holy crapdoodles, what the hell are you still doing here?" I hiss at the man making some sort of french toast thing with my food. He turns around, his bright blue eyes gleaming and white hair blinding me as the light catches it. It's not a natural light, it's more like he bleached his head so it's a shiny white. 

"I'm making breakfast," he smiles before turning back to the stove and flipping something over.

"You should leave," I comment, silently fuming about him using my eggs, my bread, my sugar. He takes the pan off of the stove and takes out the one plate I own, placing french toast onto it. I never knew that shade of black existed.

"Voila! Eat up!" he grins boyishly, ignoring my statement. I don't think I want to eat whatever that is. I mean, it's totally burnt, no water remains. I'm sure that it'll crumble if I try picking it up. 

"No, I'm good," I frown. I'd probably get sick if I took a bite, even if it was to be polite. Jerry, this guy is your residence without permission. You should be kicking him out, not being polite.

"More for me," he speaks, his smile falling slightly as he picks up a piece and takes a huge bite. He chews twice before his face twists into a look of disgust and nausea. He turns around to the sink and spits out chunks of the blackened toast. He runs the water and stuffs his mouth under it, giving his taste buds relief. I release a small chuckle before covering my mouth. He wasted my ration and I should be beating him with my slipper, but I mean, he did it in a hilarious way.

"Yeah, it would be great if you could leave in say, ten minutes? I'll even serve you breakfast if you swear to leave," I offer. I'm a softy in the morning, what can I say? This guy can be homeless for all I know, may as well give him a small meal. 

"But I don't want to. Why should I?" he asks, turning to me and widening his blue eyes in confusion. Damn it, Jerry. Don't do it.

"Fine, you can stay."

You done it.

A/N

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