Blood Queen

I don’t think I was out for longer than a few minutes but when I come to in the semi-darkness I’m lying on a bed in a small room. The door has been left open and through it I see that I’m not alone. A dark gray couch faces towards the door and on it sits a person who fits the silhouette exactly. They are sitting with their head in their hands, elbows propped upon a coffee table made out of some kind of reddish wood. Their long black hair falls over their face, initially concealing their identity. But after a few silent seconds tick by I suddenly realize that I know exactly who they are.

Apparently I made some kind of a noise when the shock hit me because he stands up promptly and walks cautiously into the room. Andrew Dennis Biersack; A vampire. Instinctively I jump off the cot and press my back into the furthest corner of the room. He may have saved me from the others but, if he’s a vampire too, I can’t think of a reason that would bode well for me. He pauses in his steps, eyes wide, and conflicting emotions crossing his face. Then he hesitantly raises his hands to shoulder level.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I know it’s a lot to take in but I will explain everything ok Iris?” How does he know who I am? Why am I here? Why did he save me in the first place? The weight of unanswered questions is almost unbearable to the point where I would risk my life to be guaranteed a few answers. Maybe it’s because I’ve idolized him for so long, but I decide to trust him. For now. He seems to sense this and relaxes slightly.

“Are you hungry?” Just after the words leave his mouth I remember that I haven’t eaten anything since early this afternoon. I nod timidly.
“Hold on.” He ducks out of the room. Now that I’m fairly sure he’s not going to kill me an extreme shyness has filled the pit in my stomach where fear used to be. What do you say when you meet someone you’ve idolized for years and they turn out to be a vampire? And they saved your life. And they happen to be gorgeous.

He reappears in the doorway holding a plate of microwaved pizza and a glass of water. He looks just as shy as I feel.

“I’m sorry, I would have made something better but I had a feeling that you wanted answers as soon as possible.”

“Thank you for the pizza, and for… you know… saving my life.” He gives me a small smile, the first one since I’ve met him. For some reason it helps me relax.

“At least I did something right.” He sighs. The way he says it tells me that he thinks he’s caused a problem rather than solving one.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He looks at me for a long time before answering.

“Yeah, I did. You just don’t know it yet. I wasn’t supposed to tell you anything.” This takes me a bit by surprise. Until now I assumed that he had just stopped a random attack but the way he is speaking makes me feel as though I’m involved in something much bigger. I remember the conversation I heard while I was being held at knifepoint. “So this must be her huh?” Is it some kind of conspiracy?

“What does this all have to do with me? What the hell is going on here? I hear your voice right before I’m attacked by vampires and that guy seemed to know who was, even though I have never seen him before in my life…?”

He rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath in. “There’s so much you don’t know. I don’t have any idea where to start.”

“Try the beginning. Who are you really?” I ask in a hushed voice. His eyes develop a faraway look and he stares down at his knees.

“I’m no one but a monster… trying to protect my only love.” I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but it wasn’t this. For some reason, probably his fame, I always thought of him as a lone wolf, someone who’s notice and care was unobtainable. I wonder who he’s trying to protect and what it has to do with me. Wait… does he mean me? No. I dismiss the thought as quickly as it came into my mind. He couldn’t mean me. Even if he isn’t so isolated from people as I thought, someone like me with my stick-straight black hair and chewed-up nails from a thousand anxious days waiting to see what new horror awaited me is not nearly good enough for hime. No one could possibly want me, someone who’s been kicked around and abused, any more than a child would want a broken toy, or an artist would want a torn canvas.

“My name really is Andy,” He continues “I’ve just been around for a little longer than I’ve let on.”

“How old are you really?” He smiles slightly again.
“Nineteen. I’ll be nineteen forever.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Not what I meant.”

“I know.” He grins slightly again, not quite a full smile, but better than nothing. “I’ve been conscious for about forty-five years. I was turned in the late 80’s. But that’s not important. You need to know something Iris. Maybe I’m not the person who’s supposed to tell you but it would be wrong to keep it from you now. He pauses for a moment to find his words but that single moment is enough to fill me with a sense of foreboding. Whatever he’s about to say, it won’t be good.

“What is it?” My voice sounds anxious despite my efforts to keep calm. He sits up straight, looks me in the eye and takes a deep breath.

“Iris… You’re not exactly… human…”

Notes

Hmm. not sure how much I like this chapter. :(

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