I paid for lunch and sat down. The smell of blood had been threatening to overwhelm from the moment I sat down in the queue, but Carlos had whispered in my ear and calmed me down, and for that, I was extremely grateful.
I was eating when Carlos nudged me.
“What?” I asked, swallowing a piece of chicken.
He cocked his head to one side and grinned. I looked over at where he had cocked his head and a swarm of butterflies started flying around my stomach. Ruby was standing in the queue, her hair plaited. As usual, she was wearing a really cute granny cardigan, bright red Converse and tight black skinny jeans, which empathised her adorable little ass. But what I was hoping wasn’t going to happen did happen. I had a very uncomfortable lump in my jeans, to put it quite simply.
“Is there any way to stop these –” I pointed at my balls, “from going crazy?”
Carlos grinned at me. “Not really, no. You’ll just have to let it sort itself out.”
I groaned. He just laughed and I punched him in the arm.
“Ow!” he said, but then he grinned. I knew it hadn’t hurt him really. He had told me that vampires were stronger, and less weakened, than humans, and besides, he was over a hundred years old, and I was only a few days old, so I wouldn’t be strong enough to hurt him yet, anyway.
“Sorry!” I smirked and carried on eating.
He grinned and finished his dinner. As usual, he hadn’t eaten much, but now I knew why, I didn’t say anything.
When we finished, we went outside and sat on our favourite bench. Watching groups of guys playing football and groups of girls standing around gossiping was a pretty weird experience, now that I was a vampire.
“Does being a vampire affect you having relationships?” I asked.
Carlos stared at me. “Why are you even asking me that question?”
I stared back at him. His brown eyes seemed to be x-raying me. “I’m just wondering.” I bit my lip, wondering if he could see through the lie.
“This is about Ruby, isn’t it?”
I nodded, feeling my face heat up. Apparently, being a vampire didn’t stop you from blushing.
“Well, when I went to New York for a while in the eighties, I met a girl called Sally.” He grinned. “She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair and striking ice blue eyes. She was also human.” His eyes glinted with pleasure and he twitched. “I told her I’m a vampire and she was perfectly fine with it. Apparently, she’d always believed in vampires. We had a wonderful relationship for a very long time, and it was only when she insisted that she wanted to be a vampire that I left her. Does that answer your question?” He grinned.
“Sort of, I think.” I said. “Why did you break up with her?”
“Because not only was she determined to be a vampire, she was needy, whiny and just plain annoying after a while.”
“So like Bella from Twilight, then?” I smirked.
“Yeah, basically.”
We laughed and I felt a lot better, knowing that it was possible to lead a half-normal life as a vampire.
“Trust me, it’s not as bad as you think, being a vampire.” Carlos said.
“If you say so.” I smiled.
“I do,” he smiled.