Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 13

[Part 13]

"You love him. You're screwed. You're getting worse. You're going to be damned in hell for the rest of your life. You love him. You're screwed." Tori sang, plucking every petal of a rose that Vanda wasn't sure where she had gotten as she spoke. The classic love-plucking was a painful dig at her, as Vanda hit her head against the desk between the both of them lightly.

"You're not helping, Tori." Vanda groaned after giving up the act of hitting the feelings away. "If you don't have anything contributive, just leave me alone. I'm frustrated enough as it is."

"I don't know how you fall in love with someone like that." Tori dropped the poor rose stalk into the bin, leaning forwards on her elbow. "If you were a shallow bimbo looking for money and looks, I get it. But you aren't like that."

Vanda raised her head long enough to send her friend a scathing glare, before slumping dejectedly on the desk again. "Thank you for that observation, but you're still not helping."

"What about Roger-Luc? He's cute, and his father is Pierre Devaux." Tori's suggestion would have made sense to anyone else, but Vanda knew otherwise.

"He's too young." She answered shortly.

"You're kidding. Roger-Luc is at least your age! I didn't know you dig older men, Vanda."

"No," Vanda corrected quickly, knowing that Tori wouldn't understand that Vanda was actually an old hag by natural rights, and that Roger-Luc was just a baby when it came to vampire terms, "I treat him like a younger brother."

"Well, isn't that a big shame?" Tori teased lightly, withdrawing another stalk of rose from the vase on their desk that they now shared. Vanda hadn't at the opportunity to ask her friend where the rose were from yet, but she knew enough that her friend usually didn't appreciate receiving the flowers.

"You love Kay. You're screwed. You're going to be damned in hell. You love Kay. You're screwed." Tori began again, plucking at the petals of the rose ruthlessly. Vanda watched, sideways, as the poor rose was stripped of its beautiful petals and dropped in the bin again. The steadily growing pile of rose petals sat before her friend, and she turned her eyes on that red, blood-drop pile.

Ever since Vanda left the man in her office to report to Jean-Jacques about the Master Council Elder, Kay had ignored her and kept their relationship strictly business. No longer did he smile casually around her, and only smiled his dazzling smile for the cameras. Often now, did Vanda find herself staring longingly at the sight of Kay's smile in the editing room, wishing that the natural movement would once again be made at her.

It was when she first realized that she was truly in love with the man, and she was scared and confused to be in love. It wasn't because that she had never been in love before, but rather the fact that Kay was a man who could never love, a man she could never come to love either. They had too many differences, rules and obstacles keeping them apart. But the colder the man was, the more she missed his warm, carefree and joking side. He no longer joined the table with Roger-Luc for gossiping sessions about the Council, and she missed that. But it was because both Roger-Luc and she were banned by Jean-Jacques from discussing anything about the Council in front of the man. That; and the fact that Kay never stuck around any longer after shooting the episodes of their show.

"I give up. I'm going to hang myself tonight so that I don't need to love anyone." Vanda declared with a sigh, flinging her hand at the pile of rose petals at Tori's side of the desk, sending them flying all about.

"If everyone thought like you, suicide rates in the world would be phenomenal." Tori answered blandly, dropping a petal of rose on Vanda's face. "And I like your pretty face more than I like his, so let me talk to him one more time."