What You Deserve

I soon found myself waking up again, only to freeze when I saw a pair of unusual, hazel eyes staring at me. Frank's arms were still around me, now even more lightly than before. He was treating me like I was glass. Shock filled me, as he pressed his face against my neck. Fear was causing my heart to beat faster. I couldn't help but attempt to shake the feeling that he would dig his teeth into my neck at any second.

"You don't smell polluted anymore..." his muffled voice sounded. "It's been... a very long time since someone warm has been resting by me... it's relaxing..." Relaxing for him, perhaps, but cold for me. Not as bad as last night, but that was probably because the sheets kept in my body heat, which in turn could have warmed him up a little.

I couldn't help but shiver a little, and he pulled his face away to stare at me carefully. "You're cold," I muttered, scooting away from him, spotting a slightly hurt look in his eyes. I wasn't just moving away because he was cold, but because he was a vampire. A vampire for god's sake! He was the one that was talking about drinking my blood the night before, and just a second ago he could have bit me, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it! I really needed a handgun... though I highly doubted Bob would let me get one of those while we were out today.

The look was almost instantly gone, as he rose to his feet, "Bob's taking you out to get a bed today... while you're gone, we'll decide where it goes. We don't have a guest room. We don't ever have guests... who stay for more than a couple minutes, anyways..." he stretched, and made his way over to the dresser, searching through it. "I think you should also go clothes shopping," he glanced over his shoulder, a smirk on his face, "Bob hates shopping for clothes. I bet that taking him shopping for your clothes will make him very happy," I heard him chuckle, as he turned back to the dresser, taking out a shirt and throwing it on.

"I'm not leaving in these..." I muttered, sitting up in the bed. I didn't feel like getting up, but I didn't really want to stay in a vampires bed all day, either. In truth, I didn't want to be in a vampires bed at all. If it were my bed, I wouldn't get up.

With that, Frank threw a black shirt with the word 'Pansy' in red, running diagonal up it, back at me, and a pair of jeans, with a belt. Once again, I hid myself with a blanket as I changed, and was relieved that he had given me a belt, as the pants were a little too big. It was kind of odd that I was wearing a guys pants... that were girl pants... but at least they were comfortable.

"Why's the shirt say pansy?" I tilted my head a little, and looked at him.

Turning to stare at it, Frank shrugged, "nickname, and my guitar's name, but that broke years ago," he added. Years. I wonder how many years he was referring to. Thinking about it, I wondered how many years he had been alive. My thoughts were interrupted as a knock echoed off the door.

"I'm here to take Jade out," Bob's voice slipped through the door. At this, Frank sighed, unlocking the door, and opening it, nodding a goodbye.

I nodded back, and walked out the door, following Bob closely down the stairs, and to the door, "why does Frank feel like he lives in a freezer?" I questioned as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

Bob chuckled softly, and shook his head, "what do you mean? He feels normal to us! We're dead. We're supposed to be cold," he shook his head, as he opened the front door, "I'm taking Jade out shopping. We'll be back later!" he shouted, before gripping onto my hand, and pulling me out the door.

"Do you really have to hold my hand?" I complained, shivering slightly. He wasn't as cold as Frank, but he was still cold! "And I thought vampires couldn't go out in the sun!" I added.

"Myth, our skin is sensitive to the sunlight, but it doesn't mean we have to stay out of it. And yes, I do have to hold your hand, or you'll run away. Turtle lover or not!" he insisted, stopping at the passenger side of a van, and opening it. "Get in," he motioned, as I took a seat in the vehicle and put on my seat belt, before he shut the door, and quickly made his way around the van, to the driver's seat, and started the engine.

"We're going to a furniture place first, then the store, because you need human food..." he murmured, as the car began to move. "You know, I'm impressed. You lived through the night with Frank," he chuckled softly, as he came to a stop, pulling into a parking space at a furniture store. With that, I unbuckled my seat belt, as he got out of the vehicle, and made his way over to me, and watched me open the door.

Slipping out, I quickly shut the door, in time to feel his cool hand grip onto mine. Really, it came to make me wonder if he felt like my hand was almost burning, compared to how his seemed to be freezing. I didn't really know. He seemed in a hurry to get into the store, seeing as he practically trotted to the door, and quickly took me inside. Almost instantly, a very skinny woman made her way over to us, with a fake smile plastered on her face, and a name tag that read 'Catherine'.

Her bleach blonde hair blinded me. Really, it did. "Can I help you?" she questioned with an overly cheerful tone, staring at Bob. Faker. I hated people like her. She was probably anorexic, seeing as I got called that, when I wasn't, and I wasn't half as thin as she was. I could see her freaking ribs through her skintight shirt, that she was attempting to flaunt her non-existent breasts with.

"I don't like yo--" I started, but Bob interrupted me.

"Beds. Where are they?" he questioned quickly, and simply. Actually, the blonde man sounded somewhat rude, and uncaring. The woman's eyes widened a little, and she pointed to the back, before questioning if we needed anything else. "...No. I do want you to get a sandwich, not vomit it, and then I want you to dye your hair any other color. Brown, yeah, that's great. Go do that, and rest. You look like a skeleton with skin..." before she could respond to this, or probably even decide if he was insulting her, he pulled me along to where the beds were located. "She smells like vomit... and her hair's going to fall out if she bleaches it much more, at least if she dyes it, she won't be tempted to fix the roots of her hair when it's visible," he muttered, shaking his head.

I had to remember that, by what I had gathered from Frank and Bob, they didn't only have cold skin, but a strong sense of smell, too.

It took about ten minutes for me to locate a bed I liked. It was a small bed, but it looked like it could fit two people, which I needed, as I liked to squirm around in my sleep, and when I was little, this resulted in me waking up as I hit the floor at one in the morning. Bob nodded, and bought the bed. It took him a short while to actually get it to where we could travel, though. With the van being large enough, and the seats folded down, he managed to fit it in the back.

After this, we went to a semi-large store, where I picked out clothing -- which I hate. I didn't hate the clothes, it was the shopping for them I disliked. To save Bob's discomfort, I hid underclothes beneath my shirts, and pants. All save for one pair was jeans, the other was a pair of black baggy pants on discount because, apparently, nobody liked black pants. After that, we got several boxes of food, half of the time with Bob snickering. Finally, my curiosity gave in.

"Why are you laughing?" I turned to stare at him. Like earlier, his fingers were still laced with mine. I had asked him on the ride here why he couldn't just hold my wrist, and he said that it looked more like he was kidnapping me if he did that. He claimed that holding hands would be more natural, and the only way without attaching a leash to me that he could keep me from running away.

"It's nothing," Bob shook his head, a smile printed on his face. I think this is the first time anyone other than Frank had smiled in my presence, and the only reason Frank smiled at me was because he was either teasing me or someone else. "I just haven't been in a store in so long it feels odd," he shrugged.

Soon, we were finding ourselves in an isle full of candy. I liked sweets, or anything sour, so I had asked if I could get something, and he said it was fine. I found some sour gummies, and sour skittles that I wanted, along with a packet of normal skittles. It seemed like a lot of the candy in this store never changed from the past. I mean, all stores have always supplied the majority of these candies since before I could even go into the store. Especially skittles and gummies. Dropping a couple bags of them in the cart, I stared at Bob with a confused look on my face, as he removed my two bags of original skittles, and replaced it with a large bag, and put a few packages of Twizzlers in the cart too. I had just remembered how old Twizzlers must've been too.

"We can still eat human food... just... we don't have to. It's not really useful to us," he shrugged, "and Frank likes Twizzlers... he used to have a packet of them backst--" he cut himself off, shaking his head, "never mind." That would explain why he wanted so much coffee. I told him I preferred hot chocolate, so he had gotten a box full of hot chocolate packages, and some popcorn too. It was odd that one who didn't eat much was stocking up on food, much like a squirrel would for winter.

While we were out, he decided to rent a movie. He didn't say much more than 'I want to get a movie. We haven't watched a new one in a while,' before he pulled into a movie rental place. And of course, he had to drag me inside with him. It took only a few minutes for him to find a horror movie that I agreed sounded good. Bob stated Gerard loved horrors. The blonde smiled a little, pushing me out the door, and into the car.

"I haven't been out to actually go someplace with someone, other than the guys, in a long time... It's different. Kind of nice. Kind of... bright. We'll do it again sometime, but for now, I want to stick with staying inside with my turtle," he nodded a little. Thinking of the guys he was referring to reminded me of Frank, and last night.

"Bob?" I blinked a few times rapidly, in attempt to block out a beam of sunlight that insisted on burning my eye.

"Yeah?" the man looked at me, shortly after starting the engine.

"Who's Jamia?"