"I hate books that start in the middle of an idea!" she said as she slammed the book shut and put it on the nearby table. The long, dark haired teen girl got up from the armchair and impatiently walked to the adjacent window. "It's so sunny out I think I'll die from its cheerfulness!"
The other female teen in the room commented, "The weather report say we're expecting rain. You'll be glad to know that!"
"Thank Satan!" She walks over to her wardrobe and looks through the black goth dress clothes. "What should I wear to the cemetery tonight?"
"We can't go! Your mom grounded you!"
"I don't care! I go every Friday! Regardless!" She said harshly. Continuing to look through her wardrobe she spotted something. "Well! I haven't worn this yet!" she took it out and hung it on the back of her bedroom door. "Now what about you?"
"uh uh!! Can't. My mom says that the next time I sneak out with you we'll move to the city!"
"Bullshit! She's got a job here! Like she'll quite just to keep you from acting your age!"
"I don't know, Ginger. She seemed pretty adanmant about it."
"Well fine then Meloni! Stay home! Be uncool!"
"Ginger, I'm sorry , but I don't want to leave the sticks. I've heard horrible things about cities…I'll see you later, k?" Meloni said as she walked her way out of Ginger's room. With no response and a heavy head, she left.
That night the storm had not yet hit and Ginger snuck out of her house and to the cemetery at the edge of town, clad in black leather boots, fishnet stockings, a long flowing skirt, her belly button revealing Kiss shirt and shineel jacket with a matching scarf, a felt hat with lace. Everyhting was black but the words on her shirt, which were red, matching nicely wither flaming red hair, fair skin, and blue-green eyes.
Ginger was in the graveyard well into midnight looking at all the stones. Suddenly, one grave caught her eye. It was one she hadn't seen before, yet it seemed ancient. She knelt down to try and make out the words out. That's when the rain came. A clap of thunder and the skies opened up. Ginger was still trying to read the gravestone when Meloni came for her. "Ginger! We're getting soaked out here! Come on! Let's go!"
Ginger ignored her and finished translating the moss eaten rock. A flack of lightening and a figure caught her eye. Ginger looked up and between the periods of darkness saw a being in black next to a white statue. The lightening caught the glistening of his fangs as he revealed them. Ginger gasped and made to get up to run, but when she turned, Ginger first saw Meloni running away and then she saw black. She looked up and saw the vampire's face. He grabbed her…
Ginger awoke on some type of bed. The air was musty and stale. The occasional wafe of rainey air would cross her way every so often. She saw the room was candel lit and well, I might add. The room was limestone… A crypt! There was a table with candles and books, and three chairs. One was being occupied by…him. The vampire. He was wearing dress shoes, good pants, a button down with a bowtie and a coat with tails. The jacket that he was wearing outside was hung up on a wooden coat rack in the corner by the enterance. It was a high collar, hooded and ankle length. Ginger looked back at him and studied his face. It looked as if he was in his twenties to thirties with short sandly brown hair parted to one side. His eyes were a magnificent green. No facial hair. His skin was dead white, like a fallen angel, and his lips were tinted blue from lack of substance. The skin around his eyes were dark, but alluring. Regardless of what he is, his face was kind, yet contained, this look of boundless wisdom. He was reading…Pierce Anthony??!! He turned the page and laughed. Ginger gave him a puzzled look.
He looked up from his book, closed it on one finger and placed in on his lap. "Well, good morning,"
"Morning?"
"Yes," he said quietly. "It's about four in the morning."
"Oh…" In thought and reached for her neck, but found not a mark of her.
"Umm…yeah…"
"I thought you would have---"
"I would…If I was that type of vampire."
"What do you mean? You don't drink blood?!"
"Oh I do too! But…" he paused. "I take the blood of, would you believe, fruits and vegetables?"
"Oh really??" Ginger said amused.
"Yeah," he said, clearly embarrassed. This made Ginger feel bad.
"Did you eat yet?"
"No, I haven't in a long while"
"Umm…Would you like me to get you something?"
"Huh. That's actually kind of you,"
"Ok! I'll be back soon, then!"
"You can't go."
"What? You know you're really backwards---"
"I can't trust that you'll return as promised, or return with a mob."
"Oh…" Then she looked up at him with alluring eyes. "Would you like to get a little more comfortable over here with me?"
He looked at her, clearly getting the message. With a straight face he raised an eyebrow. He looked at the floor next to him, then put the bookmark in his book, placed it on the table and went over to Ginger. He sat on the bed. "Are you sure?"
"Oh definitely! Why are you so hesitant? Come on an loosen up."
"Why don't you?" he asked with a wink.
"Oh you bad boy," She sat up and proceeded in slipping his jacket off, then his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and then unfasining his belt. However to her dismay, he was very cold to emotion.
Ginger removed her clothes and brought him down onto her. She noticed how similar their skin tomes were. He didn't do anything, but stare deep into here eyes and carress her hair; something she had not intended.
"Oh yeah. You know what you're doing!" Ginger criticized then flipped them around so she was on top.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"What the hell, man!? You ARE a vampire, arentcha??"
"Yes."
"Then shut up! 'Are you sure you want to do this?' What the hell?! You got some disease or something?!"
"No. Do you?"
"No! Arg! Come on, don't ruin this for me. I've always wanted to get laid by a vampire!"
"Really."
"Yeah! Duh!"
"But I'm not a blood-sucker…"
"Soo??!!"
"Admit it. You find the cannibalism sexy. You want a messy blood sucker. I'd hate to say it, but I'm not him…"
"You know what?" Good enough. You're here. You're immortal. Right?"
"Yes."
"You got supernatureal powers?"
"Yes."
"You're stone dead?"
"Yes."
"Then close enough! I don't care what your staple is. So what if you're a vegetarian vampire?! That's kinda sexy too…"
"Really?"
Ginger smiled. "Oh yeah,"
"Oh good. I worry about that,"
"Why?"
"People hear the word 'vampire' and think sex crazed, power hungry, blood sucker. Am I right?"
"I guess,"
"I'm more human than vampire. I can go out during the day."
"WHAT???!! You CAN??!!"
He said ashamed, "Yes…I can."
Ginger once again felt sorry for him. "Look, it's ok. I accept you for what you are. You're wonderful the way you are, ok?" she comforted.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You ok now?"
"I am terribly cold…and hungry,"
"Well, let me warm you up first, ok? Then I'll go get you something to eat… Hey! You can go out during the day! Come with me! We'll go to the market and get you some fresh produce, ok? Then I can take you up to my place and chill!"
"I'm not sure that's a smart idea..."
"Why not?"
"I'm…"
"A vampire. Yeah, I know. So? You can pass off as a new student in my school! There's a lot of us who dress like you, all in black all the time! I'm sure you'll fit right in! Boy will Meloni be surprised!"
He was about to say something when he stopped himself as Ginger continued, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone what you are, ok?"
"Thank you."
"Say, I didn't even get your name! What is it?"
"My name?"
"No, your zip code. Of course your name! You're certainly no Dracula!
He seemed to contemplate whether or not to tell Ginger.
"Well, my name is Ginger! And regardless of what you are, your birth race, or beliefs, or species, you're still cute as hell." She said with a wink.
"Pierce."
Ginger thought about it for a second. "Pierce?! That's a…nice name."
"I've always hated it. I think it's a cruel joke that I've had to live with for all of eternity."
"Yeah right!" she scoffed. "Try living with the name Ginger. The name assumes you're sugar-ey sweet."
"But you are really the spice of life?"
"Exactly. So come on, and afterwards let's get some breakfast,"
They go ahead and take their sweet time making love and go out once the sun's up.
It was eight in the morning and the two emerged from the graveyard, dressed goth style and walked like shadows into town. A lady vender called out, "Ginger! Your mother has been looking everywhere for you! Go call home!"
"Hi Mrs. Hennings." To pierce she said, "Keep walking"
hand in hand, she led Pierce through the small town untill they were encountered by Ginger's mother. "Ginger Harriet Malcolm! Where in god's name have you been?!!"
"I woke up early to show my new friend, Pierce, around town," Ginger lied.
"Pierce? Pierce what?"
Ginger was about to say something when the man in question spoke up. "Branford." The two women looked up at him, stunned. They had to admit he did have a beautiful deep voice.
"Well welcome to Haddenfield, Pierce," Ginger's mother said finally.
"Thank you Mrs. Malcolm."
"Oh, Miss Patricia Penning. I'm divorced."
"Oh I'm sorry,"
"Don't be. I'm not."
"But marriage is a sacred bond between two minds. It's a terrible sin to break that."
Patricia looked at him dumbfounded when Ginger spoke up, "Uh, mom, Pierce and I were about to grab a bite to eat. Come on Pierce," she said as she dragged him away, his gaze still locked with Patricia's.
When they were far enough away, Ginger snapped, "What the hell was that back there??!!"
"That's what I believe."
"Look. Talk like that in public and get hanged, ok?! Most of this town are divorced mothers!"
"I…I didn't know."
They reached the produce store and Ginger left Pierce to pick out what he wanted, but reminded him that money didn't grow on trees. Afterwards she took him to the icecream parlor for a fruit salald and he was in absolute heaven. After finishing his meals Ginger could see the life really come back to him. Color came back to his face and his skin became warm with life. Pierce smiled at her, his eyes sparkling, with thanks. ginger's smile, in return cause him to smile wider and even chuckle, but no fangs were seen.
They got up, paid for the treat and headed to her house. When they got tin the door the sheep dog came charging. "Hey Spats!" ginger said as she pat the dog's head and scratched behind his ears. Then Spats noticed Pierce. The dog became curious and wary, clearly confused. The vampire crouched down and held out a hand. Spats, from a distance, sniffed, took a step closer and stopped. He sniffed again and took another step, unsure about Pierce because he smelled dead, yet was acting alive. Pierce went to pat the dog's head and Spat's watched the hand as far as he could before it was over his head. Contact was made and Spats realized that Pierce was alright. After a good scratch Spat scooted off to continue with his doggie day.
Pierce stood and Ginger looked at her companion. "I've never sent hat happen before. What happened?" she asked.
"Well, you know what I am. Animals are wary, if not terrorfied of my kind."
"Oh…" ginger then led Pierce to the staircase that led to her room.
"You live up there?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty awesome addition to the house."
"Hmm."
suddenly Ginger's little brother barges into the room and pretends to shoot everything and everyone, starteling Pierce.
"Stop it Marcus!!" Ginger yelled.
"Make me twit!"
"Arg!!" Ginger was about to chase after her annoying brother when Pierce caught the little scamp and helfted him up by the shirt collar with one arm.
Marcus said amazed, "Woah…"
"It's ok Pierce. He's just my annoying little brother," she told the opnipitant being.
To Marcus Pierce said in a calm but convincing voice, "You'd better be good to your sister. Understand?"
"Ok," the kid responded, mezmorized by the vampire's green eyes. Pierce set him down and the boy ran off
"Wow." Ginger said, amazed. "He never listens to anyone. How'd you do that?"
"I convinced him," Pierce responded emotionlessly.
"Come on. let's go up to my room." she said as she walked in front of him to climb the ladder-like stair case. Pierce held her close before she got far and Ginger stoped to enjoy the would be cuddle. Unexpectedly, Pierce picked her up without trouble and walked up the steps, letting her down at the top.
"Wow. You're really strong,"
"I'm sure I could lift heavier things."
"Cool. My room's over here." G8nger said as she walked to the left room.
"Then what do all these other doors lead to?"
"Oh. That's just storage."
"Ah."
Ginger mclosed and locked her door behind them then went to sit next to Pierce on her bed. "So, where are you from?" she asked.
"I originated locally,"
"Really? I've never seen you out and about before and I've been here for most of my life!"
"I was born long before your grandparents,"
"I'm not surprised."
"For someone like you, I'm not surprised you're not." He smiled at her.
Ginger had to admit that he had a nice smile. For an opnipitant being he had the kindest face. She couldn't help but sit closer and lay her head on him, even though he was of the undead. He wrapped an arm around her, and in turn she loosely embraced him, his grip on her shoulder comforting and soothing, like being in a state of pure content.
It was then that Ginger got a horrible feeling that he was going in for the kill. She felt paralyzed as this feeling became stronger. Suddenly there was her mother's voice calling her. "Ginger?! You up there?"
"Yeah Mom!"
"Come here a sec. I want to talk with you!"
"Ok Mom!" to Pierce ginger said, "I'll be right back, ok?"
"Sure,"
Ginger tromped down the stairs andmet her mom in the kitchen. "Yeah Mom?"
"I just remembered, the next town over is called Branferd and there was an estate nearby here… I think it was your friend's home…"
Ginger gasped. "No wonder why he likes my gargoyles!"
"Is he here?"
"Yeah… Up in my room…"
Patricia sighed. "I suggest that we make him as much at home as we can, alright?" The poor dear probably has nowhere else to go!"
"How are we going to tell him Mom?"
"Why don't you fe5tch him and we'll sit down and talk about it?"
"Alright." Ginger went to fetch Pierce from her room when they spotted him at the bottom of the stairs, stairing at them.
"Pierce…."
He said with grief, "Is it true? Ginger…my home is…"
Patricia walked up to her daughter, laying her hands upon her shoulders. "I'm very sorry Pierce. But no one has lived there in a very long time. It was a health hazard. Where have you been all this time?"
Pierce looked away and said, "In my grave…"
Patricia looked baffled, disturbed and rather clueless.