Knock it Down

As we sat down to talk, a sudden clatter sounded from behind my bedroom door. Quinn quirked an eyebrow, “What was that noise?”

“Nothing! It was nothing! Probably… uh… left a window open!”

“Oookay…”

Another noise. What the hell was he doing in there? He was probably going through my things! That perverted bastard!

“Are you sure everything is all right in there?”

“Oh, of course! N-nothing to see in there. Not at all.”

She was not convinced.

“What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing!”

“Aha! So there is something… or someone back there.”

For being a vampire, I sure was slow as a turtle! She was up and at the door before I could blink. Great. Just great.

“And behind door number one– whoa…”

Quinn stopped mid-sentence, but I was too embarassed to notice. What was he doing!? Lounging on my bed? Now it’s all contaminated with someone else’s icky vampire cooties! That’s MY bed! Only MY icky vampire cooties should be on it. I’m so going to kill him if I survive this night…

Oh God, is he reading one of the Romance novels I guiltily shoved beneath my mattress?!

“Well, well, well… what have we here? He really doesn’t look like your type at all, Beryl. No wonder you were hiding him!”

I was too embarassed and enraged to speak. Unfortunately, Christian had neither affliction preventing him from opening his big yap.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Christian spat. I was instantly offended… and nearly died when I realized his fangs were in full view. What an idiot!

Quinn didn’t seem to notice, “Is that so? Then why were you hiding in here?”

“Because she’s too scared to tell you that she’s a bloody vampire!”

And he was calling ME nuts? Right away! I’m not the one who was airing all the preternatural laundry for anyone in the one mile raidus to hear!

“Uh, Beryl?”

“He’s obviously quite crazy. Picked him up at a mental ward… yep…”

“If we’re not vampires, then why do we have fangs? See, look–fangs in all their pointy and scary glory. She’s got them, too!”

Oh, Christian, you are SO dead. Vampire on a pike dead. Serial-killer ‘I’m gonna cut you up in pieces and mail you to your relatives’ dead. Or, well, undead. Whatever!

Quinn laughed, “Don’t be ridiculous! She doesn’t have fangs. Vampires don’t exist. What kind of silly prank is this?”

He sighed, “Do you honestly think Beryl would put this much effort into anything, much less a prank.”

“H-Hey!” That jerk!

“Well, you have a point…” Traitor! How could she say that? I put effort into things! Like that time I… uh…

Suddenly, she jumped forward and I was too late to stop her, “N-no, Quinn! Don’t!”

“Ha!” She knew my weakness… tickling. I couldn’t resist. I laughed and I laughed loudly, my pointed fangs in full view.

The color paled from her face.