The Vampire Prince [On Hold]

The Vampire Prince

"What the fudge, CeCe? I was in the middle of a conversation!" I exclaimed to my best friend as she dragged me to her car where Thomas was already waiting in the back seat. Blondie and I hadn't said anything, yet, but still, he was about to! At least, I think he was.

"He hurt Thomas. That bitch ass hurt Thomas. Our Thomas, Jesse, our little baby. You know, Thomas Jeffery Manson? Yeah, our Tommy, he hurt him," CeCe said, stumbling a bit as she opened the passenger door and got in.

"Wait, who the fuck thinks they can hurt my best friend?" I exclaimed, getting in the driver's seat and turning to Thomas, who had tear streaks down his cheeks and his hazel eyes were red and puffy.

"Jesse, calm down, you know he doesn't like it when you swear," CeCe said, resting a hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply through my nose before exhaling quickly. "Okay, Thomas, tell me, what happened?" I asked, leaving my eyes shut. Usually I don't swear, usually I'm not violent, but when it comes to my best friends, the only people I have left, I will kill in a heartbeat.

"He hit me, Jesse," he sobbed, covering his face with his hands. "I wouldn't do the nasty with him, so he hit me. I'm not ready for that, though," he cried and I climbed into the back seat and held the crying boy.

"Shh, it's okay, Thomas, he's not going to hurt you again, okay? I promise. You didn't do anything wrong, you made the right decisions. You're not ready, and nobody has the right to take that away from you without your permission, no one. I'm so proud of you for not giving in, Thomas, so proud," I whispered, kissing the side of his head.

He looked up at me, "You really think so, Jesse?" he asked, wiping away some tears. His hazel eyes swam, it made me angry and sad. Sad because he's my best friend and I can't stand seeing him cry, and angry because someone would even dare to think about hitting him, someone had caused these tears, and I hated that person.

"Yes, Thomas, I really think so. You are so brave for leaving him and going to find CeCe. You protected yourself, even after he got violent. I can't tell you how proud I am, Thomas, but I am. You don't deserve someone like that, and I hope you'll learn the difference between someone who loves you and someone who just wants to get in your pants," I said.

He smiled at me and hugged my neck, "I love you, Jesse. Thank you, so much, for making me feel better. I don't know what I'd do without you," he told me and pulled away, a small smile still on his lips.

"No prob, babe. You gonna be okay, now?" I asked, holding his shoulders and looking into his hazel eyes, glad to see there weren't anymore tears in them. They were still red, but they were dry, and that's all I cared about.

He nodded, "Yeah, I'll be okay. Can you take us home, now? Can you drive? You kind of smell like vodka," he said, staring at me. I nodded, "Have you been drinking tonight?" he asked, cocking his head to the left, eyeing me up and down.

"I had like three drinks off a cup, Thomas. I'll be fine, I can drive, I don't feel even a little bit different," I said and climbed back into the driver's seat. I looked out the front windshield and saw Blondie standing on the front porch, staring at the car with an intense gaze and arms folded across his chest, a look of disapproval and anger on his face. I wondered what that was about.

"You dress our Jesse up different than she usually dresses, and look at her, becoming a lush," Thomas chuckled. "I blame you, CeCe, if it weren't for you dragging her here, she would still be our innocent little Jessabelle," he said, poking my cheek.

I chuckled and shook my head, turning the key in the ignition. "Thomas, I was never innocent, and it was a little drink," I said as I pulled out of Kelly's drive way and started driving to my house. I'd promised my cousin, Channing, I'd be home tonight.

"Why are we going to yours?" CeCe asked as she figured out where we were and where we were headed. I was amazed she was still even awake, she's a light weight, and I'm sure she had a few drinks, she always does.

"I promised Channing we'd come home tonight. I haven't seen him since Thursday," I said. I pulled up in front of my house and helped Thomas and CeCe into the house. Channing helped me get them to dress in their pajamas and looked at me.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, gawking at me as he took in my attire. He frowned, his eyebrows knitting together, "Is any of that even yours?" he asked. He looked me in the eyes, waiting for an answer.

"The dress and the necklace are mine, the rest is CeCe's. I'm tired, can I go to sleep, or are you going to keep Me awake longer to interrogate me further? I told you where I was, what we were doing, I didn't lie. Can I go to sleep?" I asked.

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you in the morning. Tylenol's in the kitchen cabinet, I don't know about you, but I'm sure CeCe will need some, and Tommy definitely will. He's got a huge bruise on his stomach, what happened?" he asked.

"This guy wanted in his pants and Thomas told him no. He got mad and apparently punched him in the stomach. I wasn't there, I lost them a little bit after we got to the Moore's house, but he went and found CeCe, and she came and found me," I said, leaving out the part about the blond boy on purpose.

Channing nodded, "Poor guy, I know how he feels. Tell him, if he ever needs to talk, I'm always open, and he always welcome," he said. Channing's gay, as well, and he wasn't in a good spot before I came to live with him. I guess you could say we make each other better.

I nodded, "I'm sure he knows, but I'll pass on the reminder," I said, "Goodnight, Channing, I'll see you tomorrow," I said. He wished me goodnight and I went to my room, careful not to step on the sleeping bodies on my floor, they'd passed out when they got to my room. I changed into my polka dotted pajama pants and crawled into my bed. I curled up under the black comforter and slipped into a dream land, filled with Blondie and mysteries.