Hello, Sunshine (On Hold)

Naked and Puppy Eyes

3rd Person's POV

"Mharc, those scallops were awful," said a woman driving a brand new blue car. She had a black heavily curled hair dyed with pink, a pair of slanted brown eyes, plump lips and large bust. She was wearing a red tank top, short shorts, a pair of fishnets stockings, black stilettos and dangling golden earrings. Like her companion, her face was caked up with makeup.

"Told ya. The minute you got your tips, you should say bye-bye, Vi." Mharc was a 6-ft gay man with a blonde pompadour hairstyle with highlights. He had thick eyebrows and piercing blue eyes that accentuates his face and a round face that softens it. A piercing on each of his ear dangled as he wore a leather jacket and neatly pressed shirt and jeans which other men find attractive.    

"It's okay. We have our cash so that's all that matters, right?"

"Mhm. And we'll make it raaiiin, honey." He grabbed a stack of dollar bills and threw it up on the ceiling of the car. A sudden halt startled him.

"Shit! I almost hit someone. Don't do that."

He gasped. "I hope it's a log or something. Check if she's dead!"

"It's a person, btch. And why should I do it?"

"I dunno. Let's go together then."

They got out of their vehicle and slowly examined the woman who was inches away from the front of the car. Her eyes looked straight at the headlights without even blinking.

They saw a naked lady on the ground that looked at them as if they were aliens. She just stood there pale as a ghost and scared. What alarmed them most was that she was covered in blood. "Help me."

"Awh, hell naw! Girl, we have to get out of here STAT."

Vi pulled Mharc to the side of the road and talked in a decibel that only the two of them could hear.

"I think you're right. Oh, Jesus. Call the cops."

They both looked at her and she broke the silence by saying, "Please. I beg of you. Let your kind hearts recognize my pain. I have no family; my lover is nowhere to be found. I just woke up in a dark room with fear crawling gnawing on my well-being." Her irises dilated and never knowing that it also affected the people in front of her.

"I feel ya, girl. But are you high?" He said. For a moment he looked as if he was in a trance.

"Mharc, what do you say? Should we give her a place to stay? She can't look like a victim any better than this."

Both of the girls looked at him.

He sucked in a breath. "Fine. But if someone is gonna get killed, it would be you."

"And I'll hunt you in your sleep. Come on let's get her at the backseat."

Then they drived down the road. Mharc was rather skeptical toward the woman at the back that looked around inside the car as if in awe. They allowed her to borrow some of the costumes at the box that kept her warm.

"An automobile. I live to see it in 1885 before I was taken and imprisoned. But I have never seen such a beautiful piece like this before."

"Yeah. A lot of changes. Yay for technology." Mharc rolled his eyes.

"Marvelous." The woman smiled at him.

"So, what's your name?"

"I am Sunshine Sue from the western block of downtown Prarie. The daughter of a farmer." She held her lips shut when she almost said that she's a vampire and just killed three teenagers who recklessly crossed her path.

"Okay, that was a little bit annoying. I am Mharc. I live around here. And I am a successful fashion designer." Vi uttered a short laugh.

"Marcus. Marc."

"No. M-Harc with an H."

"And I'm Vivien. But call me Vi."

"It's wonderful to meet you two. I hope you're having a lovely marriage."

Vi almost gagged and Mharc seemed offended. "No, Sunny, Mharc is gay."

"He is a gay?"

"Homosexual. Guy who loves guys?"

"That's impossible. Men are made for women not for other men."

"Oh damn it. I'm hoping that you're high right now. I can't even."

"Sunny, we have to respect other people and not judge. And chill, Mharc."

"How could I? She has no idea what homosexual means. Did she live under a rock or something?"

Then a thought passed both Vi and Mharc.

As if in unison, they said, "Doomsday bunker." 

A doomsday bunker is someone who was made to believe about a nearing Doomsday by usually a spiritual leader that made him/her to agree being locked up on an underground bunker or any other place that are confined and secured.

"So, man making love with another man?"

"Oh, poor girl. Yes, honey. Whatever you want. We're still fighting for our rights though, but I am happy that you're not a bigot, just clueless." Mharc said, his voice filled with empathy and pity for the woman.

"Oh, I told you. I was right. We did the right thing."

She just looked at the two people in front of her. Thank the holy heavens that she was full. Although centuries had passed when she was locked in the underground room, her emotions when she was still human were still intact.

Now, she has to find a way to rekindle with her past and find Augustine in this now foreign time. But no one has to know her darkest secret. History showed that even this generation would not be so welcoming to creatures like her that fed on them.