Nobody's Home (Dahvie Vanitys fan fiction)

Killing Chickens

Sias P.O.V

I can't tell you how long I stood, just looking into the way too clean mirror, studying my reflection. I was scared to go back in there. What wouldn't they think when they saw i wouldn't eat? They would think I'm disgusting and throw me back on the streets, that's what they would do.

I signed and took a deep breath. If I didn't get out there now, they would be even more weirded-out. I just had to get it back up again after, I guess. I hate puking though.

Urg fuck me sideways. 

I toured around and made my way out the ladies room, back out in the main/dinner room. Well would you look at that. The old fuckers were gone. Thank Satan. 

I silently headed back over to the table, tripping slightly.

As I came (hehe) closer to the table i could see that the food had arrived. Wait... I never ordered! Fucking hell.

Jayy and Dahvie was very concentrated on eating, they never noticed me as i sat my ass down. The had both ordered some kind of stake. The had finally noticed my arrival as i took a sip of my water. Dahvie took a sip of his water and kept on eating.

Jayy looked at me with a slight eyebrow raise.

" We got you some chicken nuggets, I hope that's ok"

Normally I would be disgusted by a man talking to me with food in his trap, but com on. It's THE Dahvie Vanity. That's kinda cute really. He looked at me, whine glass in his hand, eyes big and rounds, childlike. Would it be rude to fangirl?

"I don't really fancy chicken"

I looked down at my plate, not wanting to sound ungrateful. I kinda was grateful, I now had an excuse to not eat anything really.

"Oh believe me gurl, there ain't no chicken in that shit!"

Dahvie and I both looked up at Jayy, when his ghetto voice reached our ears. A smirk was planted on those damn lips of his. Dahvie shook his head and kept eating. I grinned at Jayy before he buried his face in his damn stake again. Bloody fuck, these guys eat like animals!

I looked back down at my plate with... That. I'm not even gonna call it food. Fucking yuck. I stabbed the pice of demonic thing with my weapon of choice; my fork.

If I hadn't been so concentrated on stabbing the wannabe chicken piece, I would have noticed Dahvie and Jayys concerned looks at me. 

I was completely lost in my killing, that Jayys voice starlet me.

"Ima go for a smoke"

I must have jumped a feet in the air ad least! I followed his eyes to the front of the restaurant. He clearly had his eyes on Damon that stood at the front, waiting for people to enter the place. His eyes trailed downwards as Damon shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Damn gurl!

Jayy rose and made his way over to the waiter, forgetting his smokes on the table.

When Jayy was out of sight, Dahvie turned his head my way with a concerned look in his contact colored eyes.

"You know, if you don't like it, I could always get you something else"

"No it's ok. I'm really not hungry"

A reassuring smile made its way onto my lips. I hated it when people worry about me. I'm not reason to bloody worry about.

I could see on his face that he didn't buy it though. Well fuck then.

"Are you sure? I mean you look really skinny."

" I'm positive" ( lol, sorry)

"Okay then. I guess we are done here then!"

Dahvie rose from his seat, picked out his wallet, laid a bundle of cash and pushed in the chair. I rose too and pushed my chair in too. Dahvie looked at my plate and chuckled.

I raised an perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.

"Looks like you had fun murdering your chicken"

He chuckled again. I couldn't hold back the giggles witch escaped my mouth. We headed towards the front of the restaurant, to get out to the car. We got to the front of the place, and I could not believe my eyes.

Holy fuck.