Bloody good time

February 15th


Toronto


*Andy*
This morning I woke up with Juliet cuddled tight to my side. I almost thought it was a dream, a really really great dream, until I pinched myself. I'm not waking again to find her on the other side of the bed, she was actually laying with me. She had a little sleepy smile on her face. I wrap my free arm around her and squeeze her body closer to my side. Her beautiful green eyes flicker open and stare gently up to me.

"Good morning, my love," She whispers, careful not to wake Ashley and Ann in the bed a few feet over.

I place a light kiss to her forehead, "Good morning, Jules. You feeling okay?"

She begins to nod but she pushes off me and runs to the bathroom. You can hear her retching and the splatters. Ann hops up from Ashley's arms and rushes to my wife's aid.

Ashley sits up, disoriented from being awoken suddenly. "Wha-what's goin' on?"

"Morning sickness," Ann calls out, talking over the high volume of Juliet's vomiting.

"Congrats man," Ashley says pulling his good news whiskey from his suitcase.

"You better put that back, Purdy!" Ann scolds from the bathroom as she ties up Juliet's hair into a pony tail while Juliet rinses out her mouth. "It's barely ten in the morning." Ashley lets out a childish groan and sets the bottle on the nightstand.

"We at least have to wait until noon. We're not considered alcoholics if we drink in the afternoon." She giggles then plops herself into his lap, planting a big kiss to his lips.

Ashely gets a devilish smirk on his face then wraps Ann in a tight embrace. She cringes but hides it well from him. Is she in pain? "I like the way you think, baby doll. Andy, thank you for finding this magnificent creature."

"I just have this power of finding amazing women. How the hell did you think I found Jules?" I comment as I walk up behind Juliet and scoop her up into my arms. I sit both of us back on the bed and hold her tight to my chest.

"So how far along are you, Jules?" Ashely questions twisting the cap from a ginger ale bottle then handing it to Juliet.

She takes a quick sip before answering, "The doctor said almost three months. Soon we'll know the gender of the little bun." She giggles some calling the fetus a bun I chuckle a little as well and rub her lower belly that's soon to grow to be my own child.

Ann reaches into her luggage, pulls out her wallet then the credit card from that and tosses it to Juliet's lap. "Go ape shit. Get a good, sturdy crib, a lot of maternity clothes and bitch I mean a lot. You are not gonna go through your pregnancy in anything extra large. Bitch if you don't buy some Jimmy Choos. We will have an issue." Ann continues to rant on and on about how she's going to beat my ass with her Chanel Crossbody umbrella if Juliet doesn't come back with cute things for her and the baby.

"Alright, Ann! We get it. We get it. Buy cute and expensive things. Don't have an heart attack," Juliet cuts in, ending the rant.

She can't have a heart attack. She's dead.

Thank you for stating the obvious, little voice in my head.

I look back to Ann who looks a little paler than usual. She has dark circles under her eyes as if she hasn't slept in weeks. Her fingers look boney and her face is thinner. The deterioration rate of her body is scary. She looks so ill. I'm worried for her. Is Ashley not noticing because he looks calm and happy? So does Juliet. Am the only one seeing this?

"Hey Ann. Let's go pick up breakfast for all of us," I suggest. You need to eat. You look like you're ready to drop.

Ann hears my thought and rises up from Ashley's lap. She lays a quick kiss to his lips then heads for the door. I kiss the top of Juliet's head and follow after her. We enter into the elevator, I hold my wrist out to her immediately following the doors closing completely. She shakes her head but I continue to push her to do it.

"You need to fucking eat," I scold. "Now."

"Andy, stop," She snaps in an attempt to control me, she only gets angrier when she realizes it's not working. "Can you not be in fucking love, shit for brains!"

I chuckle and roll my eyes, "I'm sorry I love my wife but you need to eat. Look at you," I raise her shirt to reveal her almost fully concaved stomach. "You're wasting away. Ann, why is this happening so quickly? You ate just a few days ago."

The elevator doors slide open so I quickly let her shirt drop back down. Ann teleports herself into the parking garage, I assume.

"Thanks for avoiding the question, ya shit," I grumble to myself as I exit the elevator and begin walking out the building. Ann is already at the curb waiting for me. I climb in and she immediately speeds off. "Ann. Are you going to eat now?"

"How the fuck do you see past my glamor?"

"Your what?"

"My glamor!" She barks, "How the fuck do you see past it!? It's meant to hide this sickly image of me! Am I that weak that it's that transparent?"

I shrug and speak back to her just as frustrated, "I don't fucking know, Ann. How am I, the human of this situation, supposed to understand the magic behind your vampireness?"

She lets out a exasperated sigh and pulls into an IHOP parking lot, "Maybe you see it because I have that claim on you."

"But why are you wasting away this quickly? Wouldn't it take weeks or months for this sort of effect to take place?" I reach over and turn the engine off for her. "I'm scared for you, Ann."

She presses her forehead against the steering wheel and quietly sighs, "Fuck. Maybe it's all the sun I'm being introduced to that's speeding up my deterioration? As vampires we can survive sun light but the constant flow of ultraviolets is harmful." She raises her head and looks back to me. "Can I please eat now?"

I smile and hold out my wrist to her once again, "Of course but take extra this time."
She refuses to drink more than needed automatically, "No, I'll kill you. You won't be conscious to drink the elixir."

"I'll drink it the second I feel dizzy and you can take double," I propose, "I'll be okay, Ann. Trust me."
She takes the small vile from her purse and I hold it in hand while she take my wrist, holding it close to her lips. She looks at me nervous, I nod for her to continue. She takes in a deep breath, exhales then bites into my wrist and begins to drink. She drinks apprehensively, she takes it slow so I can have time to react when I feel light headed.

This goes on for almost ten minutes and the color of her skin returns, the dark circles dissappear, and the muscle missing from her bones return. I let her drink for a few more minutes before I take take the elixir. She releases her fangs from my veins and wraps the wounds in bandage.

She wipes the blood from the sides of her mouth then admires her healthy appearance in the rear view mirror. I scan her body a little and can't help but snicker. She has a little food baby.

"Don't laugh at my food baby. It's a beautiful thing," Ann playfully chastises me as she rubs her belly. "Her name is Veronica."

A moment of silence creeps in but is quickly shooed out by an uproar of our laughter. As soon as it died down we enter the restaurant and when I say we ordered the entire menu I mean we ordered the entire menu. Ann has zero chill. She looks like she'd be pretty chill but that's a dampp qam"mn lie this girl is as extravagant as they come.

Four people had to help us carry the food back to Ann's car. She can barely see out the back window. I look like a little kid in the front seat with a mouth full of pancake, little bits kinda flopping out my mouth, sitting criss cross applesauce like a good noodle and Ann looks like a pissed of mom with a day just going really fucking bad. I can totally consider Ann my mom she's probably really old. Plus Ann is pretty hot and have you seen how hot my mom is? It works.

"I'm not old you little shit head," Ann says flicking my forehead. "I'm only 172 years old. I'm practically a baby in the vampire world. So fuck you."

I swallow the large lump of pancake in my mouth and take a large gulp of my orange juice, "You're still my mom."

Ann chuckles and rolls her eyes, "Alright. I'm mom now. I could easily be your great, great, great nan though."

"Do you think you'll get really serious with Ashley and tell him your secret?" I question just on the thought of her age. She doesn't age. She needs my blood as a life force. If she gets serious with Ashley he's going to have to find out sooner or later.

The smile on her face was just bitch slapped off. "I can't let it get serious," She speaks low, showing the obvious sadness she feels, "I cant. Not again. Not after I fucked up with James. I'm not going to do it Andy."

"Who's James?"

"This boy I fell head over heels for in roaring 20's. He was so amazing. He treated me like a goddess. He was part of the mob. He didn't give a rat's ass who he had to kill, if it advanced his position and made him more money to make me happy," Ann's voice cracks, she quickly slaps away any cascading tears, "He screwed up and got tied into a debt he couldn't pay. I was held as collateral. There was no way he could pay it back. I got shot. I didn't die because I'm this immortal bad ass, I had to come clean to James and I shit you not he turned me into the Catholic Church. I had to kill him and the current pope to save myself. He called me a disgusting creature and how he hopes my species dies off."

The car pulls to a slow stop inside of the hotel parking garage. It remained quiet as we unpacked until we reached the hotel room. Ann's demeanor completely flip flopped. She greeted everyone with a smile and tight hug.

"Why did your crazy ass buy the entire menu?" Cc questions Ann with his mouth full of french toast.
Ann shrugs her shoulders and feeds Ashley a piece of an omelet. "Because I'm rich and I can."

"Touché," Cc replies.

I've developed this habit of watching Ann and her reactions to certian things. As creepy as that sounds it's helped me learn a lot about her. The whole vampire and garlic thing is a lie because I've seen her polish off entire loaf of garlic bread from the Italian restaurant we ate at in New York. She loves eating as much as a large family at a family reunion would. Anything cute and adorable, she buys. Price is literally nothing for her. She has billions. Ann makes Bill Gates look broke. She hasn't told me how she's collected all that money but I'm going to assume it's using her scary lady vampire powers to lure in rich guys and then convince them to give her all their money. I wouldn't put it past her. She is a wonderful and delightful women but she can rip your throat out with her bare hands if she wanted to and I doubt she has any problem robbing men blind to keep herself financially stable. If I were a vampire, I'd do the same thing.

Her being a vampire brings up a many of other questions. Do other of these fairy tale creatures exist? Like werewolves and witches. Shit we dress up as for Halloween. I need to know if I have to protect my wife and child from anything of the supernatural.

Notes

So hey what's up guys. Sorry it took me so long for this chapter. School started and I'm working retail and shit so yeah but I made it a little extra long for you all