Bite Me

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8-------

Jeanette-age 17. I ran to the bathroom. For the past three days, I've been so sick, throwing up every morning. I hadn't told Aaron yet, because he was gone every morning, to his new job as a Personal Trainer. He looked like the perfect Personal Trainer too, with his six pack and muscles. I was still doing modeling for Jacques, but I worked from 11:00am to 3:00pm. Aaron and I were a happy little couple. No regular person would even be able to guess we were a vampire and a werewolf. I had thought about going back to the island, to tell Lamia and Lupus tribe the truth. But I knew it would be too hard. I would be banished, and so would Aaron. That would make him SO unhappy. I was so proud of my self for telling him that I was a vampire. He took it really well. He once told me I could bite him, so we can be blood bonded, but I refused. It would hurt him more than he knew, and I wasn't ready to see him in pain. I was truly in love, and I wanted him to know. In the back of my mind, I knew I had to tell him my last secret. He deserved it. I quickly ran to the toilet to my daily habit.

*** Aaron-age 18. I was happier than I had ever been. Living with Jeanette was the best thing that could have happened. "Harder!" I yelled to my client, Harry, who was attempting to lift a 70 pound weight, "You can do it!" "I....pain....hurts," he mumbled. "Pain is your friend," I said laughing to myself. I could lift that, easy. This guy needed some muscles. "Daddy!" shrieked a high-pitched voice. I looked over to see a little girl in a dress, holding on to her teddy bear. "You are hurting my daddy!" she yelled, pointing a finger at me. "It's my job," I laughed, "you're dads gonna be okay." "MEAN MAN!" she cried, and kicked my leg. "Lindy," said Harry, "don't be mean." "I'm not mean, HE is, he is HURTING you!" she cried, louder this time. "I'm sorry- I....I....its my job," I said with a shrug and a pang of sympathy. "WAHHHHHHH!!!!" she ran off, tears in her eyes. Kids. What a handful.

*** Jeanette-age 17. I stood up for Jacques, posing my heart out. It was mid-August, and he was all ready starting on the Christmas shoot. After a dozen poses, Jacques looked wearily at me. "Girl, you're not working it. You need to give it more. What's wrong, Jeanie? Are you sick?" he said, frustrated. I shrugged. "Go home, honey, get some rest. You look terrible," he stated, bluntly. I nodded my head, and ran out the door. Here we go again.

*** Aaron-age 18. I walked into our apartment. Usually Jeanette was on the couch. The room was empty. "Jeanette?" I asked. No answer. "Jeanette!!" I screamed louder, feeling worried. I ran through the house looking for a note of some kind. I checked the phones. Nothing. I ran to the bedroom to see if her clothes and things were still there. They were. Everything was in tact. I suddenly heard a moan from the bathroom. I sped into the bathroom, to see what was happening. I saw Jeanette, her eyes shot, and her face pale, bent over the toilet, looking as if she were about to pass out. "Jeanette! What the heck?" I asked, helping her up for support. "What is this?" I asked, demanding an answer. No answer. "I'm calling 911," I said, shaking my head. "NOO!" she yelped. "What's wrong then?" I looked down at her. Oh. My. Gosh. It all made sense. She was a model, after all. "Are you anorexic?" I asked, searching her eyes for an answer. She stood up a bit, looking a bit stronger than before. And she laughed, my God, she laughed. "I'm pregnant," she said.