Hamartia

Chapter Nine: Blood Encrusted Meringues

Song - Peach/Seventeen - Johnny Rain

Recap: 

That sounded ominous. He shook his hair and continued shouting orders.

Back at the table, Gunner lifted a jug of water, offering its contents to the others that surrounded the table. The four vampires that sat with them turned up their noses in favour of waiting hungrily for their drinks to arrive and be placed well within consumption radius. 

Chapter Nine: Blood Encrusted Meringues 

A fluorescent white light above the table gave the people around it an eerie glow that made them look almost too washed out. Gunner already had pale tan skin, from being inside too long, where he hadn't tanned enough to keep his original glow, but still had enough faded tan to know that if he did choose to go outside more often he would be able to regain a rich colouring that his father sported. Whereas, most of the others at the table wore sombre expressions and an pasty alabaster complexion, apart from Knox who had a lovely dark complexion, which he attributed to long walks in the sunshine and one too many cupcakes.

Surprisingly, it was also vampires that had a belief in the sunlight myth.

The myth was debunked by the non-white vampire populace. Several studies and pieces of research into the phenomenon suggested that the white vampire superiority complex had given way to the myth, and that it was really the lack of melanin and the fact that most never strayed far from their gloomy castles back in Transylvania, that caused them to become torches under the smallest touch of sun.

There, at the table, Gunner carefully lifted a large jug of water watching its contents with a close eye before he poured the water out into his own glass. He offered its contents to the others that surrounded the small circular granite-look table. The four vampires that sat with him scrunched their noses sniffing at the air as they waited hungrily for their drinks to arrive and be placed well within consumption radius.

Bobby smiled toothily, his fangs slipping out and biting down into his bottom lip. A drop of blood fell on to the table. The other three vampires stared at it hungrily, before Desdemona reached into her pocket, pulled out an old tissue covered in strange stains, and wiped the blood up. Hector found his gaze following the tissue until it was discarded in a bin. He shook off his strange sense of déjà vu. Sitting back down in her seat after having thrown away the tissue, Desdemona crossed her legs and glanced at Hector's sister, Elyssa who met her stare with an unequal amount of intensity. There was a sense of silence in the room, before the girls looked away from one another. Hector's sister, namely Elyssa or Selene, was no longer as hungry as she had been yet her eyes still glowed with hunger. She leant forward, desperate to break the silence that hung over them like some depressing cloud.

"So, are we going to discuss the elephant in the room, or are we just going to watch it like we're watching a movie on Netflix? On repeat until one of us has to go to the little girls' room and powder our nose, and then crush our... noses on the sink as we pass out from lack of food, and painful stomach ache. And then wake up, slightly dazed-"

"Because we're beautiful dead human beings, with a taste for the alive human's blood. Although technically we're undead, but undead and alive don't sound right in the same sentence. Actually, don't they mean the same thing?"

"Hector, for Tom and Jerry's sake, you can't keep interrupting m-"

"My dear sweet sister, I asked a question, and you didn't answer, so I'm just going to talk over you and hope that someone else answers because it was a very vital question, in fact it was so crucial to our wellbeing that somebody has passed wind in appreciation to this- wait a second, who farted? That is disgusting. Stop it at once, oh dear, it's happened again!"