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Bloody Lonely

#12

I went looking for (Y/N) after I was all cleaned up and dressed, but all I found was a note with a big pile of money.

Andy-

For your safety I cannot be around you. Take as much currency as you like, I have more. I will always be watching. If you need me, go outdoors and make a small cut, I will come.

-(Y/N)

I didn’t know where I was, so I took the note and $40 for a cab. Long story short, the concert that seemed so long ago was rescheduled with a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about me having gotten a migraine and passed out in an alley.

Jules was definitely not happy, but more importantly, she was verging on empathic, more than I had anticipated possible, and she could feel Andrew, now that she knew he was there. Instantly, that had put her on board with my outlandish plan. Once she sensed him, and for the first time, realized he was actually a different individual, during my apology, she told me she had always noticed him, and assumed his anguish was mine, just suppressed.

I wasn’t an expert in the occult. But I knew one person who was: my Aunt Julie. So, I did the natural thing: I called her up and told her I shared a soul with a centuries-old vampire, who lived, trapped, in my head, or something. I left out the part about having sex with his mate, by proxy, since Juliet was sitting right next to me. Jules and I had already been over that once, and she’d forgiven me, I figured rubbing it in her face would be rather unnecessary.

Aunt Julie took everything I told her in stride, I thought, with only one, ‘Is that so?’ What confused me was what she decided to do with the information. After a deep sigh and a groan, she followed up with, “Alright, Andy… You’re really not the type to make this sort of thing up. So, I assume you don’t just want to destroy-“

“-No! Jesus, no!” Shit! My head positively raced with panic.

“-Okay, okay! Well, it’s damned tough to raise a vampire’s body out of thin air, Andy! Shucks, of all the problems to have, you came up with that?!?”

I felt bad. I hadn’t meant to. “Sorry, Aunt Julie, I didn’t know who else to-“

She snorted. “-It’s ok, it’s your friends I feel sorry for. Or your pocketbook, if you’re buying the plane tickets. Hmmm... Well, my name starts with a ‘J,’ so that’s what we have to work with. So you have a Julie, that’s me. I’d bring Juliet, I’ll get Joe to come… Who else do you know?”

What the Hell? “Umm… I guess I could ask Jon, uh, Jinxx-“

Aunt Julie groaned at me. “-Andy, what’s his real name, honey?”

I snorted. “Jeremy, so he still qualifies." But for what? What was I nominating my friends for, anyway? "And, um, I could ask Jake-“

“-Great, honey, that’s six! Go ahead and bring them all to my place, let’s say… in four weekends? So three after the next?”

“What? But why-”

“-See you then, kiddo!” Just like that, she hung up.

I looked at my phone, then at Juliet, who looked a lot more optimistic than I felt. Well, a part of me, or at least, the passenger inside of me, was ecstatic, practically doing cartwheels at any suggestion of hope. But most of me was not looking forward to trying to convince Jon, Jinxx, and Jake to abandon whatever plans they may have made to fly to the Midwest on my supernatural fancies. Nor was I thrilled to shell out for short-notice airplane fare. Ugh.

Notes



Julie Flanders is indeed an accomplished author on the subject of the paranormal.
Check out her work.

Comments

@Billa-kaulitz-engel


Aww, you poor dude! Hopefully you enjoyed it alright! :3

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/13/17

@smutty pariah
I know I wrote out a giant review but it must have disappeared- fucking bummer man :/

@Billa-kaulitz-engel

I don't see anything....?

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
5/11/17

@Maladaptive


Haha, I'm so glad you liked it, man! :D

SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
2/12/17