The Vampire Gene

Rebecca

It had been quite a surprise meeting that vampire, sorry, iron metaboliser, at the airport. He seemed so civilised. Too civilised, in my opinion. Like he was all veneer and not much else. Angus didn't like him, I could tell.

I had been worrying about the lack of any contact between us for a couple of days now, apart from when he'd kissed me outside school. He even avoided touching my hand when he gave me coffee. It was no big deal, I suppose, but I'd been obsessing about it. I remembered that first time that he'd kissed me, and how it had felt, and I was concerned that he'd stopped being interested in me in that way. I was relieved when he told me that he still wanted me. Overjoyed really.

The problem was, I wasn't sure I could handle another eight or nine days of this strict no touch business. All I wanted to do was touch him; and a lot more than that too. A lot more. It was driving me crazy, now that I wasn't so distracted by being abducted and going to school and suchlike. It was Friday night, and the weekend stretched out ahead of us, with no interruptions on the horizon, no Mark popping in whenever he wanted coffee, no school.

I thought about trying to seduce him, but in my head it didn't go well. In my head he patiently rebuffed my amateurish advances, and I was left feeling crushed and humiliated.

Oh, well, another week or so of this ever-present tension. Maybe I'd make it. Who could tell.

The street was dark when we got home. Most of the lights in the houses had been extinguished as people had made their way to bed. Angus accompanied me across the road to my uncharacteristically deserted house, where I filled an overnight bag with jeans, shirts and jumpers. I stuffed underwear and clean socks in a side pocket, and threw in a set of pyjamas on top of my clothes. I hastily packed a toiletry bag, and then I was ready. We walked back to his house, and were greeted at the door by Mina the white kitten. She wailed hungrily. Angus went to find her some food, while I dragged my bag upstairs and started getting ready for bed. I was exhausted by all the drama of the day. I called down to Angus to let him know that I was going to take a shower, but there was no reply, so I just got on with it.

I dressed in my clean but scruffy looking pyjamas and wandered downstairs to say goodnight, and ask where I should sleep. Angus stood in the kitchen, watching the cat gulp down food from a bowl on the floor, his phone in one hand. He looked up at me as I entered the room, looked me up and down, and smiled.