The Vampire of Sacremento

Spill the Beans

The light knock at the door pulled me away from the Twilight Zone. I groaned as I got up to answer it. I looked through the peep hole and saw Beatrice. Beatrice? I pulled open the door.

“Hello Beatrice,” I felt the immediate smile that spread across my face. God I love her.

“Hi Trent,” Beatrice is the only person who calls me by my middle name and I don’t mind it. “Can I come in?” her blond brows furrowed.

“Yea, sure,” I opened the door wider and stepped aside. She walked in and made her way to the kitchen. She knows my house just as good as her own. We have been best friends for a while.

“So what’s up?” I knew why she was most likely here but I thought that I might be wrong.

“I wanted to talk about what happened earlier today...” I could tell she was nervous because she was pretty darn fidgety. She was twisting the purity ring on her finger.

“Well…what about it?” I leaned against the counter as she raided the fridge.

“I’m so sorry about Tim…” just like her to apologize for something that had nothing to do with her

 “Beatrice,” I sighed

“You have to understand Trent, he is just really protective of people he cares about, especially his sister.” Ring twist

“Don’t worry about it okay? I barely remember what happened.” She gave me this I’m-not-a-dumbass look which made me laugh.

“Whatever Trent. So what were you doing before I bothered you?” she had grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge and was sipping from it every now and then.

“Just watching the Twilight Zone.” I’ve missed like 5 minutes but she’s definitely worth it.

“Ooo lets go watch it!” I groaned as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room.

“We’ve missed most of the show already…” she jumped on the couch and patted the cushion for me to sit next to her. I shook my head and sat down. She cuddled into my side and sighed in content.

After about five minutes, she got bored.

“Let’s go outside…” she hopped up, grabbing my hand and tugged to get me up.

“It’s my favorite show Beat!” I really wasn’t watching it though; I was concentrating on her breathing and memorizing her shampoo scent. Honey suckle-ish.

“You’re not watching it and you know it so come on!” she pulled harder.

“Okay fine,” I got up and followed her to the kitchen again, her hand still in mine. She is such a tease. She opened the back door and we walked outside.

“Remember when we were kids and we played on this old tire swing” she pulled me to the swing, let go of my hand and sat down. I sighed.

“Yea, I remember,” I leaned against the tree while she swung.

“Remember when you wouldn’t get off so I pushed you down and you broke your arm?” she giggled softly. So cute.

“Yea, I remember,” I smiled slightly.

“Remember that you told our parents that you fell out by yourself so that I wouldn’t get in trouble?” she looked at me inquisitively.

“Yea, I remember,” I looked at my feet.

“Why did you lie?” she stopped swinging and stared at my face.

“Well, I didn’t want you to get in trouble.” I studied the dead grass I was standing on. I couldn’t meet her gaze.

“Is there more to why you lied for me?” she got off the tire and stood right in front of me, invading my bubble.

“Well…not really,” she grabbed my cheeks and forced me to look at her.

“Is there Trent?” she cocked her head to the side.

“No…” she let go.

“Okay, okay sure.” She backed up, tripped and fell. “Ow!”

“Whoa, you okay?” I helped her up off the ground.

“Yes, I’m fine. What did I trip over?” she turned around and examined the ground.

“I don’t know,” she looked at me and gave me this, shut the fuck up look. “Ha, okay sorry.”

She bent down and started to examine the ground. She rubbed her fingers over the dirt.

“Hmmm.” She grabbed a nearby stick and started digging. Oh shit.

“I think something is buried here Trent.” She dug faster. I know exactly what is buried there, and it’s going to ruin everything.

“What is this?” there was now a hole at her feet. She reached in and pulled out an animal tag. “Trent?” she looked at me. She turned the tag over in her hands. It said Marshmallow. “Well,” I looked at the tag.

“What the hell Trent!” she hopped off the ground and got in my face. “Why do you have Marshmallow in you freakin backyard?” her eyes had begun to fill with tears despite her anger.

“Beat, I can explain.” I caressed her cheek to sooth her but she pushed my hand away.

“No!” she took a couple of steps away from me. “Don’t touch me! I can’t believe you’ve lied to me! All this time…” she burst into tears and ran into my house. I ran in after her.

“Wait, Beatrice!” she ran through the living room to the front door. “Beat, please!” I yelled. She opened the door and stopped.

“I don’t ever want to see you again Richard. Stay away from me” she slammed the door. Through the window, I saw her run down the sidewalk to her house.

“Damn it!” I rushed to my room. I paced its length.

“She hates me. She hates me.” I screamed in frustration. I rubbed a hand across my face, feeling moisture. I didn’t realize till now that I had been crying. I spun around, needing to filter my anger. I punched a hole in the wall. “DAMN IT!”

“If there is a God, let him kill me now” I collapsed to the floor.