Fanon:The Good Ones-Chapter 12
| Someone on the Groom's Side | |
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| Name: | Someone on the Groom's Side |
| Series: | The Good Ones |
| Written by: | Pidgeoraptor7 |
| Release date: | July 1, 2012 |
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| Previous chapter: | 'Till Death Do Us Part |
| Next chapter: | Contradictory |
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Someone on the Groom's Side[edit | edit source]
I woke up, with Brigit's arms still wrapped tightly around my waist. I wearily sat there for a few minutes, just savoring the feeling of being enveloped by Brigit's body, of not sleeping alone. My eyes were closed, the corners of my mouth were twisted upward. I could go on like this forever.
But then two things happened. First the phone rang. Second, I realized how hungry I was.
Oh, yeah. I almost forgot I wasn't hungry. I was thirsty. I was a vampire, of course. Though I didn't want to, I shook Brigit awake.
"Uuuuuh..." she moaned. "Whaaat?"
"Sorry, Bridge," I managed, but my voice was heavy. I was shaking all over.
"S'okay," she yawned. "What is it, Pierce?"
"Uh," I said, jittering and gripping the bed in pain. "Where... are... the... fruits?"
"What?" she asked, sitting bolt upright. She ran me over, and reached an early diagnosis. "Oh, hold on, I'll be right back." She ran to the kitchen at lightning speed, and came back to me holding three reddish fruits in her hands. I eyed them warily, but I started to convulse on the floor."
"It's really not as bad as it looks, Pierce. If you were human, sure. But, you're not. Not anymore."
I reached out my hand, and took the first one. I hungrily sunk my fangs into it, and I was instantly satisfied. She was right, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I finshed the second, and then the third. I was good for now. I thanked Brigit heartily, and collapsed onto the bed. I promise I won't give you any more details about my feeding issues. It takes away from the story, and I am honestly sorry. I could probably write a chapter on each one, though that may not be such a good idea.
"Oh, sweetie," said Brigit. "This is for you." She handed me a letter, addressed to Mr. Pierce VanPyre.
"You got my mail," I said. "You went down in your pajamas and got my mail from the mail person. How do you think they'll think of me when a woman in her PJs goes down and gets the mail for a grown man?"
"We're engaged," she said. "You said yourself it would do no harm. Just read it." So I did.
Dear Mr. VanPyre,
I am aware that you are unaware of the fact that you have siblings. But indeed you do. Your brother and sister have been eagerly awaiting their arrival, and by the time you read this they will likely be on their way to you. Please take good care of them. I love them with all my heart, and I expect to see them back home in a month. Oh, and have fun at your wedding, Pierce. Ms. Talon has told me so much about you.
Sincerely, Garth
I knew two things from reading that letter. One was that I had a brother and sister. And the second was that the person who had written this letter was my father. They had been sent purposefully, so that I would have someone on the groom's side. How considerate of my old man. Yes, I remember now. His name was Garth. And Dunstan and Leila would be arriving shortly.