Bloody Lonely

As soon as I was aware of being conscious, I was aware of being tightly restrained, seemingly from every point. I couldn’t move anything but fingers and toes. I tried not to panic as I looked at the darkened, unfamiliar ceiling. Were those pictures of me on the walls? Oh shit! Had a psychotic fan abducted me? What was the last thing I remembered? Going to have a cigarette…

A woman’s voice, unusually low, and on the very edge of my recognition, “You are awake, Andrew.” She came and stood next to me, with an expression I couldn’t read. Strangely, I didn’t feel threatened, though something was definitely... off about her appearance. I couldn’t put my finger on it. She looked almost like she might be ill, in the sense that she was incredibly pale, like a corpse. Even in the low light, I could see some of the blue veins easily through the skin of her arms. I had no idea what to say to my weird captor, so I just nodded.

“I am accustomed to having all the time in the world. More time than I know what to do with. But now, time is very short and dear.” She frowned faintly for a moment.

“My name is (Y/N), Andy Biersack.” Why did I feel like I had already known that? Wait a second, were her eyes red? But her hair wasn’t white… Was she an albino that dyed her-

“I will explain. You will not believe me. Then I will provide proof. Acceptable?” Totally lost, I nodded. I figured I didn’t really have an alternative. Maybe (Y/N) was sick with some disease that affected her brain, made her kidnap me, made her crazy. I didn't want to make her mad. She didn’t sound frail, though.

The strange woman crossed her arms and sat on the padded thing I was tied to. “Vampires exist, Andrew, and I am one of them. It is a rarely transmitted sexual infection, via semen and vaginal fluid. Eating, meaning,” she rolled her strange eyes and made little quotation marks with her fingers, “’blood sucking’ has nothing to do with it.”

I tried not to make a face or show any other external reaction, and just listened. I didn’t want to get killed by an insane, sick woman. “Many millennia ago, during what was considered now ancient history, I was made by a man named Andrew. We were together for a very, very long time. He was very old and powerful, and ruffled many feathers by getting involved in the living, human world. He was assassinated by others of our kind.”

Here, the woman paused and closed her eyes briefly. “I have been alone since then, and had given up hope. But, you see, it is clear to me that you are Andrew, reincarnate.”

I smiled weakly. Bitch was nuts, and I was in a major bind. Even literally. Ugh, bad pun! Now was not the time for internal monologue humor. (Y/N) really had left me with no idea what to say.

She smiled bitterly. “I told you I could provide proof, did I not? Well, Andy Biersack, to drink a vampire’s blood does not, as in your cinema, turn you into a vampire. It will let you share memories.”

It took me a moment to process what she was saying, but I figured it out when she opened her mouth wide. She had enormous fangs, and she popped one through the middle of her wrist with a squelch. Shit! What the fuck was going on?

“Whoa! Whoa! I could get hepa-“ My words were cut off as she jammed her wrist in my mouth, and blood flooded in, overflowing. I was forced to swallow by the gulp, panic continuing to build, but I had to drink in order to breathe. It was warm and strangely savory, and-

My eyes rolled back into my head as I blacked out.

Notes

Uh-oh... Andy blacked out. I wonder why...?

P.S. Congratulations to Andy & Juliet on their marriage this past weekend! I wish them all the best!

I support anyone’s right to love whomever they choose, and that includes Andy and Juliet. While I am not a fan of the institution of marriage or monogamy, the staggering majority of people in America are. Even if they weren’t in the majority, I wouldn’t hate on them for doing their own thing and something they believe is a beautiful, meaningful way of showing their love and commitment for each other, though I don’t share that belief.

To the saddened, rabid fangirls- though, to a certain extent, I feel your pain, think about it realistically. Andy hasn't been 'available' for years, and hasn't ever really been much for boning fans, I'm afraid, he's always been a serial monogamist. So this really changes nothing, in reality, other than that he's playing by society's rules and officially declaring himself off-limits, (one presumes), to the extent of affecting how he'll file taxes. *snicker*