Razor (Vampire Fiction)

3: 'We Have No Idea What We're Capable Of'

Kris' POV:

Alex making a comment on my teeth really scared me. I couldn't let him see it scared me, though. I decided to shut him out. I couldn't let him get too close to me. But he was the realest person I'd ever met...He wasn't shamelessly flirting with me or just laughing at everything I said because he assumed I was popular. He hated me because I was a dick and he let me know that I was a dick. At the same time, he tolerated me because he genuinely found me somewhat interesting. I think that's what made dinner so awkward. He watched me the entire time during dinner. And so did my uncle. My uncle knew why I wasn't eating. Alex, however, kept nudging me as if encouraging me to eat. I just couldn't. It was disgusting. All of it was disgusting. Food. Cooked food is just utterly disgusting. I almost made a face at the smell of spaghetti. The sauce was red, which was enticing...But the meat was cooked and the noodles were ever so starchy. I didn't even have to eat it to know this. So I made a little pile on my plate to make it look like I'd eaten a lot. My uncle winked at me. I smiled slightly. I felt something squishy hit my foot. I looked down slightly when I was sure no one was paying me any attention. Alex had gone into the kitchen to clean his plate, his mom was too lost in my uncle's eyes, and my uncle was too busy going on and on about his life. No one fucking cares, Reggie. I thought. He looked at me. I chuckled. I looked down. He had kicked my meal over to me. Using telekinesis, I picked it up and carefully tucked it into my pocket. I excused myself and when upstairs to Alex's room. I knew it was risky, eating in his room but I had to. I locked the door and opened up the bag. It smelled heavenly. I smiled. My fangs letting out. I poked two holes into the blood bag and began slurping greedily. As I finished, I heard a gasp. I looked up I saw what could only be true terror on Alex Clairemont's face. He slowly closed the door behind him.

"Alex, this isn't what it looks like."

"So...You're not drinking blood...You don't have fangs...and this isn't leading me to believe that you, Kris Chandelier Midnight are a vampire?" I paled.

"Well, you're... calm." He chuckled.

"Mhm. I don't really care. I'm not scared, because I can use this as blackmail if you ever embarrass me again." I gulped.

"What are you saying?"

"Be my drudge."

"Alright, listen here. You obviously don't know about vampirism as much as you think you do. A vampire cannot be a human's slave or drudge. It goes the other way around. And that can only occur if I bite you and somehow, my blood mixes with yours." He laughed.

"Look, bitch. I probably know more about vampirism than you do. I've got books on this shit. I already knew that I was speaking figuratively."

"Alright. Fine. I'll be your...'drudge'"

Alex smiled. "Heck yeah, you will be."

"But..."

"But?"

"Owning a box set of 'Vampire Academy' doesn't count as 'having books on that shit'." Alex blushed.

"W-whatever. Your first order of business will be given to you tomorrow at lockers. You will drive me to school tomorrow, so that-"

"Technically, driving you to school is an order, so...Yeah." Alex glared at me.

"As I was saying, you will drive me to school tomorrow so that you can do the do while I am there. Oh and I lied."

"You lied about what?"

"The first order. Your first real order is to kiss me."

"W-what?! Why?! Are you even gay?!"

Alex chuckled. "Calm down. I was kidding. Oh and yes. I am a flamming homosexual."