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 Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 6:45 pm
Spooky's Diary Dear Diary-I've-Been-Meaning-To-Use-But-Always-Put-Off-Writing-In,
Well, I've finally done it. I've got myself into a bigger mess than I ever thought possible. As you have yet to know the setting surrounding my predicament, I should probably start from the beginning. Or at least, enough back story to make the present story make more sense.
My name is Spooky. Ok, so it's really just a nickname (dur), but my real name is far too embarrassing to reveal (and I like the nickname anyways!). I'm what you'd call an "imp" in this realm (so I've been told), as I'm sooo totally not from here, not by a long shot. In my realm, everything is much more exciting than this boring place. Once I find a portal back, I'm outta here!
But whatever, back to the point of all this. So I got stuck here, thanks to a trick gone horribly wrong. End up here, alone, and apparently NOBODY here has an appreciation for the good 'ol barter system. I've started to wonder if this place has run out even all of the witches around these parts... I mean, bat fangs are totally an acceptable form of currency. Good for spells, jewelry, you name it! And can you believe that people actually rejected them, when I tried to buy something to eat? Some even had the nerve to LAUGH, which is, funny enough, how I met Aurduon. The b*****d actually stood there and laughed at me. Granted, he was pretty hot, but that goes without saying for a good majority of the vampire race. The pure ones, at least. Oh, you could totally tell he was one, though most everyone else around didn't seem to notice. Their necks, not mine!
ANYWAYS, the blond blood-sucker was about to get himself a nice little hex, but he managed to be civil enough between laughs to buy the sandwich I'd been after. I spared him, because I can be civil too. Much to his displeasure (haha), I tagged along after him when he left the Marketplace. I mean, I didn't have a place to go and it only made sense to stick around creatures I'm familiar with, right? Even if vamps are pretty notorious for being arrogant bastards (and Aurduon's no exception), at least I know what they're capable of. Totally didn't follow him because he was hot. Totally didn't.
BUT, back to the story. His place. It was more than obvious he wasn't the...er... original owner, as it seemed far too grandmotherly for someone like his style (and boy, did his face turn red when I told him that! HA!). But yeah, with most vamps, they're either born with money, they make their money, or they take their money. And it was pretty damn obvious that Aurduon was more of a "taker". The inside was a typical male mess, but tolerable. A homely cottage, overall, but with a bit of sprucing up, could be quite cozy. He acted like he didn't care what I did, but I could totally feel those red eyes watching me as I moved around the place. I was tempted to explore all parts of the house, but my tired, dimension hopping body said that THAT could wait until the next day. The couch here, by the way, is like... the most comfortable couch..like.. ever. The last thing I remember was dozing off on it, and when I woke up mid-day, I had a blanket strewn over me. Aurduon claims I ransacked the place to retrieve it, but I'm pretty sure he's responsible for it (how the hell would I know where blankets were? pffft).
Anyhow, so that's more or less how we found each other. I try to keep the place tidy, he brings in the moola every so often to keep us both afloat, financially. I don't know from where exactly he gets the gold from, but it's not my place to ask what he does when he leaves the house at night. I mean, when I go out to explore, there's no way in hell I'm going to be forced to report back what I've been up to. If he wants to tell, he'll tell. Or I'll spy. Either way.
So um, yeah. Got you caught up with what's been going on these past couple months. We've pretty much got the routine down pat, and there's still no damn portal to take me back home. But it's ok. While he may be a b*****d at times, he's a pretty decent roommate. And hey, I'm not defenseless or anything, I get him back! I DO.
Having prattled on for as long as I have to give you the "back story", it's probably time I explain the predicament I'm in (not the portal thing... this is even BIGGER).
I'm pregnant.
That's right. Bomb's dropped. Me. Young, vivacious, cute me. Pregnant. With a vampire's baby. It's like... haha, dude, I'm STILL stunned over the news. ME. PREGNANT. (I love periods, shut up). I never planned on being a parent ever, much less before I finished school (DONT even get me started on that), and with a vampire, of all creatures. They're fine for eye candy, but it shouldn't be anything more than that. (Beeeeeeeelieve me, you dont want to know what happened to my friend Cara, when SHE got herself caught up in a relationship with a vamp). And now, I've went and done it myself.
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Ok, I'm not retarded, I swear. I just realized how utterly dumb that made me look. "Dont do more than oogle them, hur hur, whaddya know, I'm preggo by one." No, really. See, like, it was one of those nights. You know the ones I'm talking about. Those nights. The ones you wake up from and wonder exactly what the hell were you thinking when you did whatever you did? Part of you wants to kick yourself in the a**, part of you is more than glad you went through with it, in the end. Yeah, that was totally what happened.
It all started with booze.
If you've never had it, man, you really don't know what you're missing out on. Booze is by far one of the foulest things I've ever let pass through my lips, but it makes you feel sooo uninhibited. I'm serious, if I ever find a way to get back home, I'm totally figuring out a way to produce the stuff. I'd be swimming in bat fangs.
Anyhow, so I'd been in the Marketplace one afternoon a few weeks ago, picking up some food and oddities (so kill me, I like to shop. And it doesn't help the fact I can get away with spending whatever I want to because Mr. I-Only-Drink-Blood doesn't eat regular food, so has no clue how much a trip to the grocery store costs). So this new vendor's out there, which really isn't anything odd, but he's selling these bottles of liquid I'd never seen before. All different sizes and shapes (and prices, to boot), he explained that they were what you'd call "alcoholic" drinks. I figured they were exotic, but by the odd expression on his face, it apparently wasn't so, and I was starting to weird him out with all the questions I'd been asking. Not wanting to look dumb (hey, who does?), I grabbed a few of the prettier looking bottles and paid the man, who seemed much more amiable now that he had a few thousand gold to contend with. I even got a bottle with burgundy colored alcohol in it for Aurduon! (Hey, the man only drinks. I figure he could try something new on the menu for once!).
After I made it home and gauged Aurduon's reaction, however, I began to rethink my earlier actions. He laughed, of course, which only began to piss me off (naturally), and then he asked if I knew what I'd bought. Not wanting to look the fool for the 2nd time that day, I told him I did. The smug b*****d had the nerve to ask me if I'd bought the right food to go with it, and, c'mon, it was obvious he was trying to pull one over on me. He can play a mean trick or two himself, that Aurduon. So of course, I called his bluff on it, because had there been something that was intended to be eaten along with the drink, the vendor would have told me so during my plethora of questions. I know good business tactics, and if I was supposed to eat something alongside it, the vendor no doubt would have tried to convince me into buying it. That's the way business works! Aurduon probably was trying to trick me into giving in and admitting I didn't know, and I wasn't about to let him gloat once again at my lack of knowledge.
So, of course, I plucked out the cork to one of the nicer looking bottles, and took a big swig. Or, at least, what I had intended to be a big swig. That stuff was HORRIBLE, oh my GOD. The moment that nasty stinging sensation burned against the back of my mouth, my throat instinctively gagged, refusing to swallow down the nasty mystery drink it'd just discovered. Even with my eyes closed in horror as I attempted to regain my tastebuds, I could hear the snicker from the corner of the room, where I knew, without looking, he was still sitting on the arm of the couch, watching me intently with those red eyes of his.
I mean, what else could I do but follow through? Like HELL I'm going to let that jackass get the better of me. So, attempting to ignore the horrible sting, I raised that bottle up and drank down some more.
The snickering, mind you, stopped almost instantly. HA!
I admit, I honestly didn't expect anything to come out of drinking that bottle, aside from the foul aftertaste. Yeah, it'd crossed my mind the curiosity as to why vendors would sell such nasty tonic swamp-like drinks (hell, who would buy the damn things if they tasted this bad?), but it only took a few moments before the warmth hit me. The room had become almost unbearably hot, and I had to set the bottle down.
Now... looking back, I probably should have admitted defeat and had Aurduon help me out of my soon to be loopy state. Should have. Like hell I was going to let my pride take a hit, not after being pressured into it, at least, so I thought I was being.
He seemed rather amused, though my increasingly blurry vision DID see one sexy eyebrow raise itself. Yeah, sexy. The man has sexy eyebrows that go perfectly with his smoldering eyes. Hahaha, I can't believe I just used smoldering in a sentence. GO VOCAB.
But he stayed quiet, which was probably the best move HE could have made at that point in time. I'm more than sure I made a fool out of myself as the alcohol, or "booze" as it was dubbed, and I quickly grew to use the slang for, made its way further into my system for the first time. I fully admit, now, that I can't recollect exactly what happened immediately after I began to feel this, how can I phrase it.. loopy sensation? I do recall (which I consider important, at least), making my way over to the couch and attempting to taunt my vampiric roommate into consuming the remainder of the bottle I'd left on the coffee table in front of us. He declined, which I can't exactly blame him for doing, and he made some comment about needing to leave soon.
Now booze... is a dangerous thing. Which can cause dangerous actions to occur, if the drinker isn't careful, as I failed to learn my first go 'round. I don't remember how I suggested it, but I vividly remember those damn eyes getting to me (he has the sexiest stare if he wants to, I swear), and I made SOME kind of implication as to him being... er, well, chickenshit. It's pretty easy to get him riled up, it just takes the right words, as I have learned over the months we've lived under the same roof. But he never reached for the bottle. Instead, HE started making implications as to another source for his alcohol consumption.
That b*****d was calling my bluff again. If ONCE wasn't enough, he had to do it another goddamn time AGAIN, and tell me he'll drink, but only if it came from me. Even tipsy (I've grown to like that word, by the by), I knew what the vampire implied (hurhurhur VAMPIRE = BLOOD SUCKER, yay A+ for me). Of course I wouldn't go for that. Who in their right mind (notice, I said "right", I'm not including those pathetic vampire groupies that unfortunately DO exist out there) would allow one to take from the lifesource that's keeping us alive? I'm not insane.
But damn if I'm not one of the most prideful people I know. So of course, I gave in, just so I couldn't be called out against. And, ok, I'm risking sounding like one of those pathetic groupies, but it really isn't as... well, bad as it looks.
Needless to say, to cut to the chase, the alcohol in my system did a damn good job of getting HIM intoxicated on top of newbie drinker me (not to mention how kinky the neck nibbling was, ahhhh, I can't believe I actually wrote that), and the next thing EITHER of us knew, we woke up next to each other. Yeeeeeeeeah. And, by the way, I'm assuming that neither of us knew any better, because if I ever find out it WASN'T the alcohol's part on his side that caused what happened to happen... well, that's a risk he'd better be willing to take and hope that I'll never find out.
So, yeah. We did it. I wish I could say I remember it (ok, we've already clarified, he's hot, so doing it with him isn't exactly on my "WORST THINGS I'VE DONE IN MY LIFE" list), but I only recall vague details, which is probably for the best. And, low and behold, a few weeks later, I start getting sick. Like, vomiting, ohmygodI'mgoingtodie pain in my stomach, and other wonderful symptoms. I risk the chance of dropping by one of the medical folks down near the Exchanging vends, and I got the fateful news.
Then had to get a second opinion.
Then a third.
Finally, after raiding the pregnancy test shelves and taking about, ohhh, five or six of them, I finally gave in and admitted to the inevitable news.
I am, undoubtedly, pregnant.
... and I have no idea how to tell him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 6:46 pm
"What the hell am I supposed to tell him?!"
She glanced at the clock. 6 pm. Twilight. Which meant Aurduon would be rising at any moment. Could be within the next few minutes, could be within the next few hours.
More than anything else, she wished she were home. She wished her mother was there, to tell her she was being childish, but who always inevitably took over anyways and made sure things were alright.
The couch, as comfy as it usually was, did nothing to console her from worries. What would he do? Would he get mad? would he throw her out of the house? Would he...would he demand she get rid of it?
She clutched onto the blanket lying across her, her grip tightening as each thought passed through her mind. Laying her head back, she mentally went over the various possible scenarios she might come to experience in a relatively short amount of time. Would he... could he be happy? It didn't seem likely, but it was always possible, right?
Her hand instinctively, for some reason, moved downward and rested atop her stomach. Never in a thousand years would she have dreamed of becoming a mother. And now, she had a little girl or a little boy growing within her, depending on her for survival. As much as she abhorred the idea of parenthood, she knew in her heart she could never get rid of the baby within her. But how would Aurduon react, finding out he was the parent-to-be as well?
"You do realize you're floating, right?"
Startled, she jerked forward, her mind having been completely distracted away from the fact that the vampire she was fretting talking to would awaken at any moment. Her concentration broken, her absentminded levitation cut off, and she flopped back upon the couch beneath her.
He stood at the doorway to the bedroom, shirtless, wearing only a pair of wrinkled jeans to go along with his tousled blond hair. His eyes were partially closed, evidence to him not being fully awake, but he smirked anyways, conscious enough to catch her toppling onto the couch with a yelp.
Despite the butterflies in her stomach, she shot him a scowl, which quickly dropped when she realized he wasn't turning around to go back into his room, but instead was making his way towards the couch. She pulled her legs back just in time as he ungracefully planted himself onto the couch beside her. Leaning his arm against the back of the sofa, he stared her down.
"So... you going to tell me why you've been so skittish lately, or am I going to have to start guessing?"
She could feel herself panicking. Was it that obvious that something was the matter?
"Skittish?" she reiterated, "I.. I had coffee? Coffee makes you skittish, you know."
Red eyes narrowed, then turned around to glance at the kitchenette. "The coffee machine doesn't look used to me."
Cheeks flushed at the observation, her orange eyes avoiding the naked chest only a few feet away from where she sat.
"I c-cleaned up after myself, duh." she attempted to roll her eyes nonchalantly, ignoring her stutter as best she could.
"I see. I wasn't aware you knew how to make it to begin with." His eyes met with hers. Both of them knew she was lying. She cringed inwardly, just knowing he was going to ask her to make him some, to prove his point and debunk her lie. He stared at her for a few more seconds, then rose from the couch without another word. Not even giving her a second glance, he began to walk back to his room.
"Where are you going?"
She bit her lip immediately after the words escaped her mouth. Helllooo, retarded questions! He paused, then turned his head to look back, an amused grin on his face. "My room... if that's ok with you?" His smile widened. "Or, are you wanting to join me?"
She could feel her cheeks ignite, burning with the sheer embarrassment. "No. I mean, yes, that's oka-I mean, ARGHHHH. GO WHERE YOU WANT TO, YOU DON'T NEED MY PERMISSION!"
It was a good thing he was obviously suppressing any laughter that might've been tickling his throat, for she looked flushed and embarrassed enough to have launched something in his direction. "And no, I will not be joining you!"
His smile never wavered, though she could have sworn she saw a glimpse of disappointment in his expression. He wanted her to.. join him?
"That's a shame," he commented slyly, then returned to the confines of his room, leaving his door open.
She scowled, this time, however, not at Aurduon, but at Fate. She finally gets a chance to be romantic with a hot guy that she could REMEMBER THIS TIME, and low and behold, she's pregnant. With his child no less.
As tempting as it was to hide the news and prolong the inevitable "surprise", she knew she had to tell him.
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He was buttoning up his shirt when he heard her clear her throat. His back still turned towards the door, he paused from his buttoning. "Did you change your mind?"
"...no."
He didn't understand why she'd gotten so shy and meek recently. As fun as it was to tease her over it, it unnerved him. Something was wrong, but he wouldn't force it out of her. There was no fun in forcing.
Leaving his shirt open, he turned around and put one hand on his waist. "Then is there something I can help you with?"
Her eyes were definitely focused on his naked exposed skin, her cheeks still flushed. He enjoyed flaunting just as much as he enjoyed the attention. So... if she was interested, as it was obvious she was... why wouldn't she say so? For months, in fact, ever since they'd first run into one another, she had no issue saying what she wanted. Blunt and to the point, there was nothing she hid, and there was nothing she wasn't willing to talk about. And now she was stuttering, keeping her eyes from meeting his. Was she scared or something? Not even after the infamous Booze Night (as he endearingly referred it to), did she act this odd.
She bit her lip and shook her head. He had to briefly pause to wonder what those lips tasted like, and if he'd ever get the opportunity to find out himself. Shaking his head, casting those thoughts aside, for the moment. There were more important matters at hand.
After a few moments of awkward silence, she finally opened her mouth. "Aurduon... I have something I need to tell you."
There they were. Those scary scary words. He didn't like what this was leading up to, at all. Those words could mean anything, and with it coming from the Spookster, who had no problem at all telling any and everything, this was going to be big. Casually stepping to his left, he gripped the bedpost in support... just in case, of course.
"Okay, shoot."
Eyes continued to wander, as it was clear she was hesitating on even saying what she'd been building up on. "Aurduon...." those oranges eyes looked up at him, and then downwards. "I'm.. p-p-pregnant!"
He stood there, frozen. This...this definitely wasn't on the list of possible bomb-drops he was expecting to hear. Maybe her breaking something valuable, maybe her burning down a building, or even killing a person and being a star on Gaia's Most Wanted... but pregnant?
He sat down on the bed as she broke down in front of him, his expression unreadable. Well, that definitely explained her sudden mood swings and outbursts, that was for sure. But, just... wow. Never in a MILLION years would he have thought she'd be the kind of girl to sleep around. She was immature, and a prankster, but not a whore. Hell, he hadn't even known she was sexually active, save for the Booze Night. Not that it was any of his business what she did when she went out, anyways. He just never pinned her to be that type of gal.
Taking a deep breath, the vampire ran his fingers through his hair, thinking to himself. Her sobs had calmed down, and now she stood in front of him, silent, obviously waiting for a response.
"Pregnant, huh?" he finally acknowledged somewhat weakly, meeting her stare. She nodded. "Well... well, let's at least get things situated for you, ok? That's the least I could do, y'know, as a friend."
She looked at him with a confused expression. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
He gave a half laugh. "I don't know about you, sweetheart, but when it comes to all things pregnant, I've got no clue what's going on. You're going to need professional help when it comes to this sort of thing."
Using his hands, he started to count off more to add to the unwritten list. "You're probably going to need reading material on this.. scratch that, you will be needing reading material, new clothes, probably a different diet..hmmm... and are you going to be staying with whatshisname, or are you going to get a place on your own or with him? I mean, I have a bit I could float you, if you need help."
The small smile that had been forming on her face quickly disappeared. "Whatshisname?"
He shifted uncomfortably from one leg to the other, still unsure how he should be responding to this situation. "Yeah, whatshisname. You know, the dad?" Rising from the bed, he walked over to the nightstand, beginning to rummage through it for something to write with. He needed a distraction, anything to keep his mind off the here and now. He still wasn't sure how he saw her. She was a friend, yes, but did he want to pursue something further with her? Or, correction, had he wanted to? It didn't seem like it would matter anymore, now that she was knocked up by some unknown b*****d. It was like he didn't know her at all... that she would go out and get herself pregnant, all the while acting like a totally different person in front of him, for all these months? And hell, this b*****d who did the honors of babymaking with her must be a real winner if Spook had to go to her roommate for help instead of him.
Giving up on the search for paper, he flopped back onto the bed and glanced back towards her, attempting to get comfortable and allow for the news to settle in his mind. "Speaking of whatshisname, why aren't you talking to him about this crap instead of me? I mean, congrats and all, but uh... I'm not the guy you should be going to, Spooky."
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The growing feeling of hope within her continued to sink the longer and lengthier he spoke. When he'd started talking about all her needs and what they'd need to do, she thought he was ok with all of it. Not ecstatic, but ok. Then it became more obvious that he didn't realize he was the one equally responsible for her current pregnant condition, even to the point of making it clear she wasn't welcome to remain in the house. Did he actually think she made a habit of sleeping with other guys like..like some tramp?! Her fist balled up, but she attempted to keep calm. After all, the dense jackass still hadn't figured out he was going to be the other parent.
"I am talking to him," she gritted through her teeth. "You are whatshisname, Aurduon."
Aurduon, who'd been lounging on the bed with his arms tucked under his head immediately stilled, which brought a small bit of satisfaction to her.
"...what?"
The question was barely audible, but she heard it. Oh, she heard it. "You heard me. You're going to be the father."
He stayed silent for a few minutes, and then his eyes narrowed. "If this is some sort of joke, Spook, it's far from funny."
She rolled her eyes, pushing the worry to the back of her mind as she focused on her growing frustration.
"I wouldn't play a trick like this, Aurduon." she snapped back (though, in the back of her mind, she knew she would... though this was a highly inappropriate time to imply such things!). "We had sex. Now I'm pregnant. ********, Dad."
She watched him sit up and begin to rub his temples, muttering incoherently under his breath. Swinging his legs around, he hopped off the bed and snatched his wallet, cigarettes, and keys from the nightstand before making a swift turn and a beeline towards the door. A bit surprised at the reaction, she was momentarily stunned, then managed out a "Where the HELL are you going!?" as she attempted to follow him.
"OUT!"
By the time she reached the bedroom door, the front door had slammed shut. And, by the time she opened the front door, Aurduon was nowhere to be found.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 7:32 pm
There had been much to think about and go over in his mind, and as he opened the door to the cottage, he still wasn't sure if he was thinking straight. His watch said it was 3am, but it felt so much later, despite the lack of sun nearing the horizon. He half expected to walk into a ransacked living room and a vanished Spooky, but the only thing out of place were the dozen or so candy wrappers lying on the countertop. He couldn't help but smile at the mental image of her tearing apart the bag for the candy, but his face grew solemn as he knew it was himself that more than likely drove her to relying on comfort food to calm her nerves.
He glanced towards the couch. No Spookster. Had she left, after all?
He turned the living room lamp off, darkening the room, and headed towards the only other light that'd been on in the house, the one in his bedroom. Cracking the door open, he paused in the doorway at what he saw. There, lying in the middle of his bed, was a snoring imp with black and orange hair. Judging by the pen lying loosely within her grip and the book squashed between her and the bed, acting as a pillow, she'd fallen asleep writing something.
Walking over to the side of the bed, he leaned over and gingerly plucked the pen from her fingers, and slid the book out from beneath her head. Scanning over the page she'd been working on, it didn't take long to recognize it as some form of diary. Closing the book, he set it on the nightstand and turned towards the bed. It was her turn to be lifted up and he managed to tuck her in the bed without awakening her. Pausing to watch her sleep for a brief moment, he wondered what she could be dreaming of, after such an eventful night. He shook his head. Oh, what a mess they were in.
Yawning, he moved out of the room and flipped off the light, enveloping the house in darkness. He turned the living room lamp back on, and then made his way over towards the bookcase, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the pen still in his hand. Searching through the shelves, red eyes finally ran across an old familiar leather-bound book. Gently removing it from it's place, he walked over towards the couch and spread out across it. Opening the book, he flipped it until it came across a blank page, and, after licking the pen tip out of habit to aid in the ink's flow, he began to write.
Aurduon's Journal 7-22-08
I haven't logged an entry in this for at least half a century, but it was either this or a trip to the bar, and after alcohol being the culprit that got me into this mess to begin with, I'm better off staying away from booze for a while. A long while. Hell, I should have stayed away from HER the moment I saw that sorry orange and black mess. But, like a moth to the flame, I got myself caught up in the fire.
Perhaps I should backtrack, and explain myself.
About two years back, I aquired acquired a small dwelling from an elderly gentleman who no longer had any use for it, thanks to yours truly. My racial identity remains a secret, partially in thanks to the "Grombies" and "Vampires" popping up due to the incidents tied together with the Gambino family. I wouldn't be surprised, honestly, if there were many more mythical creatures running around, disguised and under the radar thanks to Gambino commotions. But yes, so I keep my distance (to an extent) from the public in general, though I enjoy the occasional venturing into the city or Marketplace. What can I say, I'm a people watcher.
So, one evening, I was out for a stroll in the Marketplace, when I heard a bit of a trouble coming from one of the food stands. That's when I first set eyes on her. She was of average height, generally speaking, with the most peculiar looking orange and black hair. Not that orange was a bad color or anything, but she looked as if she'd lost her way to a Halloween party (and with it having been April, I'm more than sure her hair had nothing to do with Halloween). Her eyes, from the side view I got of them, were orange as well, but had a passionate flare to them that more than intrigued me. Interesting.
She seemed to have been shoving something at the poor vendor, in attempt to haggle for food (I found out later, it was a sandwich), but it wasn't money she was offering, but small, pointy white objects. Fangs.
Now, I don't consider myself to be a guy who can scare easily, but seeing those pearly whites in her palm sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Only Hunters would be ballsy enough to show them off in public while unarmed (especially in this day and time... there's no telling who or what can be lurking in a crowd). Spooky girl was definitely unarmed, as far as I could tell. And heck, she wasn't half bad to look over, figure wise, though at that particular point in time, I was more focused on the objects in her hand. It was only when I stepped forward and overheard her attempt to cajole the seller into trading the sandwich for bat fangs, did I relax, and hell, even laughed. Both at the situation as well as my own paranoid assumption towards the girl. Spooky girl didn't seem to appreciate the laugh, but that's her loss at failing to see how silly she looked. Part of me wanted to just stand there smirking and let her continue to make a fool of herself, but another part thought someone should give the kid a break. She didn't look a day over 20, and it was more than clear she didn't understand how things worked around these parts.
Man, that was my mistake, right there. If I hadn't paid for that damn sandwich, she wouldn't have followed me home like some stray dog. Top it off, it was like she expected an invitation inside.
If you give a moose a muffin.... (or however that goes!)
But whatever, I can be a generous guy if I want to be. And this was definitely one of tho
She was cute. I told myself I could survive until she found this portal thing she was prattling about. And hey, karma could reward me for my good deed, right? And hey, I admit, I was rather curious as to what the hell she was exactly. She looked human, but I knew better. There was definitely a supernatural vibe about her, and I could have sworn I'd caught her floating part of the way back home.
So I got a new roommate, whether I liked it or not. At least she was good looking, right? Things could be worse, all in all, right? RIGHT?
She tells me she's from another dimension, and gives me all these odd names. I've got no clue what the hell she's talking about, but hey, if aliens, zombies, etc exist, who am I to say multiple dimensions aren't possible? So, after some book browsing, we (or rather, I) determined she's some kind of... imp creature. From some nightmarish realm that probably deserves its own Halloween movie or something. Pretty...uh, different, to say the least, but ok, can work with this, right? To top that, she's got this horribly old lady sounding name that not even MY great aunt Agnes would have bestowed cursed upon one of her own offspring. With that being said, I dubbed her the nickname I'd mentally given her at the Marketplace, whether she wanted it or not (haha, now who's turn is it to decide things!).
Sooo, the Spookster for the past few months has pretty much kept up with the housework and whatnot in exchange for a couch to sleep on plus the gold I give her for her food shopping or whatnot. She seems to have done pretty well on her own (I'm assuming so, since she's still alive, you know?). I'm going to have to break down and teach her the right way to clean certain things, though, before she terrorizes the house any further (but ehh, why rock the boat, free housekeeper!). I'd let her figure things out on her own... or at least, I would have, if she hadn't gone and thrown a wrench into the whole scheme of things. Rock the boat? The friggin thing's sunk.
There are two things in this world that I have consistently enjoyed. First and foremost, smoking. I can't kill myself by smoking, it's soothing, and anyone wants to argue with me, they should know better than to waste their time. And then, there's drinking. I enjoy a variety of alcohol, like most every other man, and I know my limit.
Women, however, have never been a vice. Never. Ever.
That being clearly said, I am led to assume my latter pleasure, alcohol, is what forced myself and my pseudo-roommate into our current situation.
So she comes home from shopping (supposedly for groceries, but with the lack of change I receive afterwards, I know there's more to it than milk and eggs), and low and behold, she's brought 4 or 5 bottles of what is undeniably alcohol. My initial reaction, of course, was to wonder what in the ever loving hell was she thinking. It became PAINFULLY clear, though, that she had absolutely no idea what she'd brought home. Which is, honestly, simply hilarious, because the woman's too damn into her own self to admit when she's wrong or when she doesn't know anything. So I want to have a bit of fun, right? I innocently ask her if she knows what it is that she brought home, and naturally, Miss Knows-It-All, says yes. I ask her if she bought food to go along with it (because there were very very VERY few bags of groceries being toted into the house, along with the 4 bottles, when she was supposed to be grocery shopping to begin with!).
Apparently, she takes this as some kind of a challenge (I think she misunderstood me?) and uncorks the tequila. Then, proceeds to choke herself on ******** h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s.
She tries to down it again. Ok, I'm a bit impressed with her stubbornness, bit concerned she's going to wind up projectile vomiting ala Exorcist style, all over my living room.
Spook sets the bottle down and half stumbles/half levitates over to me (how in the hell she managed that still puzzles me; the effects of the tequila had obviously hit her hard already). She taunts me, trying to get me to finish off the bottle she started, so I could join her in her fuzzy drunken stupor of fun. As much as I enjoy getting shitfaced with beautiful woman as the next guy would, I was more hungry than anything else, at that very moment. She calls me out, and it's like... does she not get what I need to do? Hellloooo? Vampires have to have certain things to survive, and all?
So, I call her out and suggest me using her for my dinner (I figured it would shut her up so I could go off and do my thing), and that... that imp (literally!) actually said YES.
Ok, so it's not like I wasn't tempted to do it or whatever... I mean, it's rather... awkward. But, never one to resist a challenge, I bent over and did my thing. (<- ok, that sounds much worse written down than it did in my head).
It was hard enough to try to stay focused on the task at hand, much less find myself oddly drawn into realizing just how cute she was... thanks to the alcohol I was leeching from her bloodstream due to her own level of intoxication (seriously had no idea it was THAT strong, ok, or maybe it was reacting to her not-so-human blood?), and I admit, I got a little bit buzzed.
Ok, ******** that, I got wasted. To the point that the next time I recalled opening my eyes, not only did I have the headache equivalent to someone taking an ax to my skull, but I had an unexpected naked bedmate, snoring in my ear as her loose limbs had draped and snuggled themselves against me.
Needless to say, I was surprised.
Avoiding the topic has worked thus far (as I continue to curse my ever-loving mind for failing to recall ANY of what I'm assuming had been a pleasurable evening), and then she had the audacity to bring it up, but this time, with another larger surprise.
I'm going to be a father.
What..the...HELL. I've lived for over a century and had absolutely no intentions of fathering children (********, I didn't even know I was capable of fathering, fucccckkk), and now, thanks to a single one night stand (that I can't even remember, arghhhhh), I'm going to be a father. A Dad. Pops. It's not the old thing that bothers me. It's the FATHER THING that is unsettling. Spook's a good roommate, I've already said that. But her, me, parents? What the hell.
So there is my dilemma, as I've decided to inscribe it in my old faithful journal which has been neglected for oh-so many a year, in the place of drowning my confusion and angst with a bottle.
I swear, I'm going to stay sober for at least a decade, after this little stunt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 1:30 am
She woke up to the sound of water running, and a tantalizing smell in the air. Ranking sleep before food, however, she murmured an indignation for being awoken, and buried her face back into the pillow, attempting to ignore the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Snuggling under the comforter, she took in a deep breath, thoroughly enjoying the scent of Aurduon surrounding her.
Orange eyes opened wide. Why did she smell Aurduon? In fact... why the hell was she in a bed?! Her thoughts frazzled, it took her a few moments to recollect the events from the night before. Telling Aurduon the news, then him leaving. Her being a wimp and breaking down again. Started writing another entry... and then, nothing. Had she fallen asleep? She surely didn't recall crawling underneath the covers, and judging by the noises and smells coming from the kitchen, Aurduon had returned. But even if he'd returned...where did that leave her? He hadn't told her how he felt about the news at all, so he could very well expect her to still move out, among other things.
It was probably a good sign that she'd woken up on her own, as it was. He could have been an a** and woken her up to shove her out the door. Well, there was only one thing to do now, and that was to find out exactly what was going on.
Yawning, she stretched out for a moment, then slowly began the process of dragging herself out of bed. .She was still in her clothes from yesterday, a pair of old capris and a t-shirt, which had taken some wrinkle damage over the night. She could go get a change of clothes from the dresser in the living room (she had one put there, since she lived on the couch, after all!), but whether she did or she didn't, she'd still be seen in her wrinkled clothes, regardless. Eh, whatever.
After a thorough wiggling of the toes, she hopped out of bed and padded out into the living room. There, standing in the adjoined kitchenette, was her roommate. Or, at least, the back of her roommate, as the front part seemed to be focused on cooking whatever it was that he was cooking on the small stove. As the oil on the pan loudly continued to sizzle, he hadn't seemed to notice her arrival into the living room, giving her the opportunity to dash over to the dresser and pull out a new outfit to change into. Taking a quick look back to ensure he wasn't aware she was there, she quickly changed shirts and then unbuttoned her capris, dropping them to the ground. Stepping into the new pair of jeans, she had them pulled halfway up when she heard a whistle. Her head shot up to come eye to eye with a grinning Aurduon, who had, obviously, turned around and was now enjoying the view.
"If I knew I'd get this kind of appreciation for my food, I'd cook more often."
Furrowing her eyebrows, she let go of her jeans with one hand and twisted back around to the dresser. Snagging the round metal paperweight within reach on its surface, she turned back around and hurled it across the room at him, not caring whether or not he was still holding the hot pan in his hand. Her aim held true, and smacked him on the arm with a resounding THUD. He winced and immediately clutched onto his arm with his free hand, rubbing the growing sore spot. Her scowl turned into a grin, and she finished pulling up and fastening her jeans.
Grimacing, he managed out a wink. "It was totally worth it, by the way."
"Perv."
"Hey you were the one stripping!"
She shot him another dirty look but he quickly threw his hands up in a "time out" motion. "Hold on, hold on, no more bruises. I offer pancakes as a truce?"
She peered at him curiously, as if expecting a catch to it all. Drawn forward by the seductive smell of chocolate chip pancakes, she attempted to stay focused on wondering the cause of his attitude change. Climbing up on the barstool, she glanced between him and the stack of sinfully yummy looking breakfast food he'd just placed in front of her. After a few more minutes of staring between both tantalizing objects, he finally cleared his throat.
"They're not poisoned, if that's what you're worried about," came the dry response, folding one arm over the other across his chest. She grinned, cutting into the stack and bringing the fork up to her mouth for a first delicious bite. Him getting testy over cooking criticism (though, in her defense, she hadn't said a word yet!), would be something she'd have to remember for the future. Frowning, she then remembered there might not be a future between them. Despite the food only half-chewed, she opened her mouth. "Are you kicking me out?"
He seemed rather caught off guard by the blunt question. "Ah..well...hm?"
"Yesterday," she said slowly, pausing to swallow. "Yesterday, you told me I had to get a new place. So I'm asking you, are you still planning on kicking me out?"
The look he gave her was a cross between amusement and irritation. Sliding up on the companion barstool beside her, red eyes narrowed in her direction, and he commented, "Well, Spook, I don't think I quite phrased it as 'kicking you out'. If I recall correctly, I offered to help finance a house for you, or you and the mystery daddy." He paused, obviously thinking over his words carefully before he said them. One bruised arm was enough for today, after all. "Do I really seem like the type of guy who's into kids?"
Suddenly, she wasn't feeling very hungry anymore. Pushing her plate back, she hesitantly shook her head. "No more than me, I suppose."
Eyes continued to watch her intently. "....Right. So, going off the assumption as I had been, that the father was some random guy... what makes you think I'd be very accepting of another guy's kid living in my house, being supported by me, instead of his actual father?"
She frowned and stared back. She wanted to ask where the hell did he get off thinking she was sleeping around, but she herself had never heard of a vampire being able to impregnate a being other than another vampire before... so, he got a little leniency. Little. "But you also mentioned me getting a place of my own!"
He was beginning to get exasperated, judging by his expression. "Look around you, sweetheart. You're living on the couch. There's one bathroom, one bedroom, and everything else is rather... on the small side, relatively speaking. Where the hell would a crib go? A child's bedroom? Extra space for them to play in?"
She bit her lip. Ok, so maybe she hadn't thought about it all the way through, after all. Yeah, she'd taken personal offense to it... but maybe, just maybe, he had been trying to think of the best for her? Had she been the narrow minded one, while he was grasping the big picture?
"I don't know." she confessed, shaking her head, then straightened herself up. "But, where does that leave us? I mean, the child's just as much yours as mine, and I refuse to give him or her up. Getting rid of it is out of the question."
"I wasn't going to ask that of you." came the quiet response, which made the woman pause to contemplate.
"Aurduon... do you want this baby?"
Silence passed through their paused conversation, and the vampire gently pushed back on his stool, balancing himself as he seemed to think deeply over the words about to leave his mouth. "Spooky... I.... well, yes. I never wanted to be a father, as I'm sure you've never planned on parenthood yourself, but we aren't exactly faced with that decision anymore. The baby's on his or her way, and I'm going to do what I have to do as a parent for it."
She gave a half smile, slightly impressed at the maturity in the older creature, not having expected such a response in return. Whether or not either of them were ready to be parents was something that had to be looked past, at this point, unfortunately.
"Well, despite the impression you received from our earlier conversation," he continued, sliding off of his barstool to walk around the counter and begin cleaning his cooking mess, "I have no intentions of allowing you to part from my less than large enough abode. You're right, the baby's just as much mine as it is yours, and I refuse to see either one of you out on the street."
Glancing down, he picked up the dishes and made his way over to the sink, his thoughts continuing to drift around and about. "So we'll need to get a new house, or at least, expand this one. I'd much prefer expansion, as I've grown rather used to this one, but, that's going to be a joint decision between the both of us."
Amused, she rested her head on her arms atop the counter, and watched him silently, her mind drifting off into other things as he prattled on about what they'll need to do in preparation for the little one to come. She never thought she'd be one to find contentment in living a complacent life, but staying with Aurduon didn't sound like a bad idea at all. She was honored he was including her in the decision making on such a grand-scale level as even in regards to where they lived, but she had to wonder how much of that was him doing it for her, as opposed to him doing it for that which grew inside of her. Did he care about her at all? Or was it just the babe in the womb that he intended to look after? ... did it matter?
"...and we'll need to find you a, what are those called... FERTILITY CLINIC! That's it. We'll need to find you a fertility clinic to go to, or at least a doctor of some kind. Hell if I know where to start. Maybe the phone book?"
She rose her head in time for him to turn around from where he stood, and they met eye to eye. He paused, as if expecting her to respond to his recent tirade of comments, and she simply nodded her head.
"That... that sounds good." she confirmed, not having the slightest idea of what she was agreeing to. "And, if it's alright, I'd rather stay here? Getting used to a new place would be so much of a hassle, and should the time ever come that I found the portal, I -"
"We'll think about that when that time comes," he interrupted, nodding his head. "And I'm fine with expansion. I'll call the Aeka Housing Commission this evening and set up an arrangement for the change. A few more rooms to this place would be pretty cozier. We'll have to stay elsewhere, though, while they're renovating. I'm sure there's a hotel around these parts we can shack up with for the week or so, or however long it takes for them to do their thing. I'll go find the phone book."
Sighing somewhat contently, she was relieved that the burden of her secret was no longer hers to weigh herself down with, and things... didn't turn out nearly as bad as she'd feared they would. Who knew what would happen down the road for their little, dare she say it, makeshift family, but at least she knew she wouldn't be alone through it all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:31 pm
[insert updated images of parents that are ON THEIR WAY *soexcitedomg*]
Spooky's definitely getting larger, and with her size grows her mood swings! Hopefully Aurduon will be able to handle both this holiday season ;;
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:19 am
Spooky's Diary 10-22-2009 Dear I-Still-Swear-I'm-Going-To-Remember-You-More-Often-From-Now-On Diary, It's been three months since I've last taken time to write in here, but I can explain the delay, I swear! (Not that I should really feel guilty for neglecting you, you're just a book, right?). The expansion idea fell through, unfortunately, as apparently the cost to double the size of the house is nearly enough to buy an additional one, so we (we being Aurduon, myself, and little mini-us-in-me) decided to go ahead and part ways with our former happy abode and make ourselves a new one. I'm not going to lie, as much as that old couch was comfortable, I like the appeal of having a real bed for a change. We found the cutest little house that not only had three bedrooms, but it comes with an adorable backyard and everything! Okay sure, I don't use the backyard regularly much at all, but now that I'm carrying a little squirt in me, a person's perogatives change. Baby'll need a backyard to play in. Baby'll need their own room, with their own toys, you know, all that jazz. Speaking of which, Baby is certainly making themselves known, my god. My cute little tummy has slowly begun to deform itself, and it's rather terrifying. Aurduon says I'm full of s**t since I'm only four or so months along, but I tell you, a woman knows when there's a creature squirming and growing inside of her, and damn it, my stomach is already showing! But yes. Moving! We're still in the process of unpacking, so I should probably get back to arranging before he friggin' breaks something else from the fragiles box. p.s. I admit to being extremely eager to learn more about this "Halloween" business Aurduon keeps dropping hints about. I swear I'm going to kill the b*****d if this is another joke of his.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:54 am
Aurduon's Journal I'm so not ready for this. So we've moved. While moving isn't that big of a deal (after all, HOW many moves have I made during my eternal lifetime?) it is rather inconvenient. Then again, being told for the first time in centuries that I'm going to be a father to a baby born from an out-of-this-dimension stranger is rather inconvenient too. I miss smoking. I miss smoking so goddamn much it. Thanks to the Spookster and her plethora of doctors (she can't seem to decide on the 'right' one just yet, apparently), I have been harrassed into not smoking around her. Alright, I can see the reasoning in that. Don't want the baby coming out any more mutated than it already will be, right? I have a feeling, though, that the 'just no smoking around her' is soon going to turn into 'don't smoke at all you inconsiderate a** because I can smell the smoke off of your clothes and it's hurting my nose'. Not that we've ever had that argument before, harhar. It still feels weird, knowing that I'm going to be a father. Even after the few months since that fateful conversation, my mind is still reeling from the news. I've never had to care for a kid, much less be held responsible for one. Children just aren't my sort of... thing. The closest I've come to caring after one would be Spooky; heaven knows I had to practically raise her to act right. Anyhow, Halloween's just around the corner and I'm quite proud of the little affair I've put together. Hopefully she will be as well. Poor thing, I can't imagine how she's feeling, knowing she's going to get all fat and waddly, far away from home. Goddamn it, I'm not getting sentimental. I think I'm going crazy from not smoking. Argh. Did I mention I miss smoking?
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:00 pm
Spooky's Diary Okay okay, so there was no killing! The opposite, in fact! Er. Well. I mean, it was fantastic; I LOVE Halloween, I want Halloween to be all year 'round! Crap, getting ahead of myself again. OKAY, let's get chronological! Halloween. I'd knew it was coming up, but he totally wasn't revealing ANY secrets. The evening before he went out and returned with the most GORGEOUS (let me spell it out for you G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S) dress for me. It was totally a special moment because I just knew he went to trouble over it. The poor darling didn't even get my size right but THANKFULLY got it slightly too large (as opposed to too small!), but a few pins here and there certainly took care of the trick! Needless to say, I was ecstatic over the dress, but even more excited about the mystery surrounding it. Why did I need such a fancy gown? It was clear that I was being taken out, but to where? And, of course, my guess was right (as uuuuusual!), and we ended up going to the Masquerade Ball. It was so mesmerizing; words cannot capture the glamor, the excitement, the rush of the evening! Bats and ghouls and skeletons, witches and wolves and the undead... I felt like I was home again! I admit, while it was a very very very very (have I said very?) delightful ocassion, it did make me a little homesick. I mean, four or five months living in this world with no family, no best friends, nothing from the past. I think Aurduon caught on to the vibe I was giving off, for it wasn't long that I was whisked back to our happy little new home and the most precious little present found its way onto my lap, complete with little bow. Boo. Oh my sweet spirits how adorable that little kitten is. All black with orange eyes (my favorite colors!), Boo was nearly as suave as the man who gave me him; I was (and am) completely smitten. Now I have a new friend to keep me company during the day! Needless to say, it was one of the most wonderful days I've had since I ended up here. The, uh, events after all of this were quite lovely as well (come on, I had to thank the man SOMEHOW), but overall, Halloween was a very memorable day for me. I can't wait until next year when we can dress up the little one for the event as well! 
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:05 pm
Aurduon's Journal Got laid. Plan = success.
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