with a spoon and scratched his cornea. Apparently, this is incredibly painful, as everyone I know who has kids has commented that they or a spouse have been eye-gouged by a toddler. The range of gouging instruments is quite impressive and just goes to show how inventive and vicious two year-olds are. Fluffy has an eye patch, antibiotic goo, and my leftover pain killers from the birth of Spawn. Glad I kept those.
Also, my driveway and street are iced over, so I can’t meet with my class that only meets 3 Saturdays a semester. I was hoping they would just agree to let it go and let me calculate their grades without the presentations they were to do today, but alas…some of them feel they put so much work into the presentations that they want to present. Blarg! Looks like I’ll be getting up before dawn next Saturday, too.
My left arm is looking rough, y’all.
Previous chapters and parts here.
Sorry it has taken so long. Finals are approaching, and I haven’t written them yet!
Chapter 4, Part 2 (of 2)
For the remainder of the evening, Justin and I were to practice acting like the mates of our respective vampires. We milled about the house, discussing things like vampire etiquette and societal norms, and my parents gave us constructive criticism.
Since it went completely against my nature, it was a challenge for me to act demur. However, I had a feeling that once I was in a large house packed with vampires, I wouldn’t have any problem keeping silent and being polite. I planned to stick to Wells like glue, and the fact that he was relatively old for a vampire meant I didn’t have to worry about being bothered. Still, after so many years of reacting to a vampire with violence, it was hard to act at ease around them, even if they were well mannered and friendly.
When Wells walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist, I jumped. “No one is going to believe you’re my mate if you don’t relax,” he said. He stroked a finger down my arm, and I twitched away in reaction. “See? You get all stiff and tense.”
“Look, Wells,” I began and then leaned back so that only he heard me, “I’m used to killing vampires, not making friends with them. On top of that, I’m not used to giving or receiving affection. Bonding with other humans, it’s just too risky. I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to lose someone you’ve become attached to.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve lost,” he said flatly. “But to forfeit the ability to love and receive love destroys part of your humanity. If you aren’t capable of at least pretending to care about me, this won’t work.” With me in his arms, he swayed from side-to-side.
I was a little surprised, and I wondered if Wells was just different from other vampires. The way he spoke, it was as if he had regular human emotions.
“I imagine that very few humans care about their vampire mates, and when humans pair up, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. You can be someone’s mate without all the touchy-feely stuff.”
“Not mine, and that attitude won’t deter Benoit’s man Luc or anyone else from wanting to take you from me.”
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just walked into my office and asked me if I knew how to do calculations like winning the Kentucky lottery.
It’s shaping up to be a weird day, y’all.
Things are just ug right now. I will try to post more of my novel soon. Sorry!
Currently testing how long a toddler can cry before he hyperventilates and passes out.
Sometimes, I just want someone to lie to me and tell me I’m beautiful.
I wish my mother wouldn’t update me on my ex’s life whenever she bumps into one of his parents. I don’t want to know where he is or what he’s doing. Every time she does this, I have nightmares about him for a week.
Am I ever going to get over this?