Status: Here's another oldie I'm reposting to Mibba. I found this on my old Quizilla account. I believe it was the first original story I posted to the internet. Probably written in 2006/2007
Ineffable Plan
Twenty-Four
Breakfast consisted of me asking the guys questions about vampires. Yes, they’re all vamps.
“So, you can obviously go out in the sun. There’s no problem with garlic or silver or cross or holy things. You don’t sleep in coffins. You don’t have outrageous fangs…”
“Actually,” Julian started. “We do, just not all the time. They only come out when we feed. Most people think that we bite down into our victims but we don’t. It’s more like the fangs shooting out, kind of like wolverines claws. It’s a common misconception.”
I made a face. “So you do drink blood? Yuck.”
“It’s not so bad,” Aaron mused. He was sitting next to me. “Especially yours.”
I turned to look at him. “What? When did you drink my blood?” I said as put my hands to cover my neck.
“This morning, for one,” he said moving his chair closer to me. “Although I didn’t drink any, but when I bit you I could taste it.” He paused for a moment. “I did drink some the night of the Halloween party.”
I stared at him frowning for a moment. “I don’t remember it. Shouldn’t I remember it? I mean you gave me back my memories, right?”
He smiled. “Yes but not those. I didn’t know if you’d be mad. Are you?”
I shrugged and turned to his brothers. “You guys don’t kill people, do you?” All four brothers turned their heads and I knew the answer. “That’s awful,” I whispered quietly looking down at the table.
I felt Aaron’s lips press against my cheek as he took my hand in his. “It’s really not like that, baby love.” I looked up at his face and once again the guilt coursed through me. He looked so sad that I seemed disgusted by what he was.
“Then what is it like?” I asked trying to keep any tone out of my voice.
“We only kill the bad guys. I promise.” He placed a light kiss on my lips. “And trust me; we know who the bad guys are.” He pointed to his temple and I understood.
My cheeks immediately burned. They were on fire. This must have been the worst blush I’ve ever experienced. They could read minds. He had been reading my mind and that’s how he always knew what I was thinking. He wasn’t perceptive, he was invasive; going through my thoughts and literally picking my brain.
Aaron ran his fingers over my cheeks and I looked up at him. His lips were curved into an apologetic smile.
“Sorry.”
I looked over at Aaron’s brothers and they were still looking away from me but sporting mischievous smirks.
“Oh my gosh,” I whispered as I put my head on the table and covered my face in embarrassment.
The room was silent for a few minutes as I tried to get over the fact that my private thoughts had been invaded on several occasions and that the guys could very well be in my head at that moment. Aaron sat beside me patiently, rubbing my back soothingly and I could hear his brothers snickering.
“Do you guys think you can stay out of my head?” I wasn’t sure if any one heard my muffled words, until I felt someone ruffle my hair.
“Of course we will,” Emmanuel said. He sounded sincere enough.
“And do you think you can forget anything you’ve seen or heard or whatever?” I asked.
“Well that may be a little difficult. You can be pretty graphic sometimes. There are images of my brother in my head that I’ve been trying desperately to forget,” Ryland mumbled teasingly, though it was probably true. I do think of Aaron a lot and I can’t help it if my mind occasionally wanders onto the dirty side.
I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up. As I exited the room, I mumbled “I think I’m going to go take a shower.” I immediately regretted when I heard the howls of laughter coming from Aaron’s brothers. I guess they saw that image, too. It wasn’t my fault that I had a crush on Aaron, just like it wasn’t my fault that I thought showering with him would be romantic.
“So, you can obviously go out in the sun. There’s no problem with garlic or silver or cross or holy things. You don’t sleep in coffins. You don’t have outrageous fangs…”
“Actually,” Julian started. “We do, just not all the time. They only come out when we feed. Most people think that we bite down into our victims but we don’t. It’s more like the fangs shooting out, kind of like wolverines claws. It’s a common misconception.”
I made a face. “So you do drink blood? Yuck.”
“It’s not so bad,” Aaron mused. He was sitting next to me. “Especially yours.”
I turned to look at him. “What? When did you drink my blood?” I said as put my hands to cover my neck.
“This morning, for one,” he said moving his chair closer to me. “Although I didn’t drink any, but when I bit you I could taste it.” He paused for a moment. “I did drink some the night of the Halloween party.”
I stared at him frowning for a moment. “I don’t remember it. Shouldn’t I remember it? I mean you gave me back my memories, right?”
He smiled. “Yes but not those. I didn’t know if you’d be mad. Are you?”
I shrugged and turned to his brothers. “You guys don’t kill people, do you?” All four brothers turned their heads and I knew the answer. “That’s awful,” I whispered quietly looking down at the table.
I felt Aaron’s lips press against my cheek as he took my hand in his. “It’s really not like that, baby love.” I looked up at his face and once again the guilt coursed through me. He looked so sad that I seemed disgusted by what he was.
“Then what is it like?” I asked trying to keep any tone out of my voice.
“We only kill the bad guys. I promise.” He placed a light kiss on my lips. “And trust me; we know who the bad guys are.” He pointed to his temple and I understood.
My cheeks immediately burned. They were on fire. This must have been the worst blush I’ve ever experienced. They could read minds. He had been reading my mind and that’s how he always knew what I was thinking. He wasn’t perceptive, he was invasive; going through my thoughts and literally picking my brain.
Aaron ran his fingers over my cheeks and I looked up at him. His lips were curved into an apologetic smile.
“Sorry.”
I looked over at Aaron’s brothers and they were still looking away from me but sporting mischievous smirks.
“Oh my gosh,” I whispered as I put my head on the table and covered my face in embarrassment.
The room was silent for a few minutes as I tried to get over the fact that my private thoughts had been invaded on several occasions and that the guys could very well be in my head at that moment. Aaron sat beside me patiently, rubbing my back soothingly and I could hear his brothers snickering.
“Do you guys think you can stay out of my head?” I wasn’t sure if any one heard my muffled words, until I felt someone ruffle my hair.
“Of course we will,” Emmanuel said. He sounded sincere enough.
“And do you think you can forget anything you’ve seen or heard or whatever?” I asked.
“Well that may be a little difficult. You can be pretty graphic sometimes. There are images of my brother in my head that I’ve been trying desperately to forget,” Ryland mumbled teasingly, though it was probably true. I do think of Aaron a lot and I can’t help it if my mind occasionally wanders onto the dirty side.
I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up. As I exited the room, I mumbled “I think I’m going to go take a shower.” I immediately regretted when I heard the howls of laughter coming from Aaron’s brothers. I guess they saw that image, too. It wasn’t my fault that I had a crush on Aaron, just like it wasn’t my fault that I thought showering with him would be romantic.