So now you know how it happened, how I joined the ranks of the kinda-sorta-but-not-really dead. Of course my story doesn’t end there, I’m going to live forever remember? Let’s skip ahead shall we, to a few weeks after the incident at MickyD’s that changed me forever.
Three weeks following my ‘rebirth’, of sorts, I stood in line in the gas station quickie mart, holding two energy drinks and a bag of twizzlers, who woulda known twizzlers taste like human flesh? It was late at night but still the line was long, apparently there were more nightowls in the little town I’d run to than I’d expected. I hadn’t ‘eaten’ in days and was beginning to feel the effects. I was moving slower, my joints and muscles hurt and my head wouldn’t stop pounding. Now I know where the zombies from myth and legend come from, anyone would go on a flesh eating rampage just to get this pain to stop.
So far though, as I’d seen, I was the only one of my kind. I’d not run into another of the Afterlife since I’d joined them, if there were even any to run into. I sighed a little as the line shuffled forward and brought me ever closer to energy drink and twizzler heaven.
The door chimed and I glanced over, my cool blue-gray eyes dancing over the figure that had stepped inside out of the snow and cold. You could barely tell it was a woman, she was dressed so heavily in black winter wear, but the obvious bumps in the chest area and her long hair spilling out from her cap gave her away. I couldn’t see her eyes, they were obscured by her cap, but I didn’t really care enough to see them at the moment.
I returned my eyes back and rolled my aching shoulders, only to jump a little when a small gloved hand touched my arm. I blinked and looked down at this cute little girl all dressed up in black and purple winter wear, grinning up at me like I was the most interesting person in the world. A glint caught my eye and I nearly took a step back when I saw the pair of fangs in her mouth.
“Esmerelda, get back over here and leave the poor man alone,” came the most beautiful voice I’d ever heard, at which I looked up and saw the woman in black take her daughter’s hand and lead her away from me. Now… what good parent lets their kid of maybe eight wear vampire fangs? No good parent would. It clicked in my head and I looked down at the candy and drinks in my hands and groaned. Here was the perfect chance to meet someone who wasn’t exactly normal… but I was so damn hungry. With a sigh, I slip out of line and keep holding my stuff, going around the shelves where I’d seen the woman go with her daughter in hand.
I found them staring at the juice cans on the shelves, which made me quirk an eyebrow. “You know… I don’t think they sell tomato juice here. I should know, I’ve been in here so many times,” I say with a chuckle, watching the woman snap her head to look at me. She moved her daughter protectively behind her and I rolled my eyes. “I’m not that kind of predator, trust me,” I assured her, which only made her give me a strange look. She had the most beautiful eyes, so gray they were like storm clouds and so exotic when paired with her dark hair. At this moment, I honestly found myself hating winter clothing. I wanted to see more of her, to affirm that she was just as beautiful as I imagine she is.
“Who are you? What do you want with us?” she asked, once again with that beautiful voice, only slightly muffled with the wool mask covering her mouth and nose. Her daughter giggled and slipped away, skipping over to me and grabbing my coat in one tiny hand. Her mother immediately shifted to bring her back, practically hissing at me when I set my food down and lowered a hand to pat the girl’s head.
Again I laughed and shook my head at the woman, “Like I said, I’m not that kind of predator. I eat people. I don’t fuck kids.” My eyes met hers and I winked at her, which again made her give me a strange look, which now I recognize as her raising an eyebrow, though the cap hid such. The little girl giggled and looked over at her mommy, saying I was a good dead guy and that I wouldn’t hurt them. That made me laugh, cause it made me realize the girl was smarter than she looked, and knew from the very start what I was.
With my headache forgotten, I gestured to her and the kid, “Lets finish up here then go somewhere else and talk… I didn’t think I’d run into anyone else from myth and legend… but I suppose it was bound to happen. I have questions and I need answers.” At that, the woman relaxed a little and her face shifted a little under the mask, whether to a frown or to a smile, I knew not.
Twenty minutes later, I sat upon the couch of a small, very nicely decorated apartment. I envied them at this moment, wishing I could settle down and have a place of my own to call home. But with my hunger, I couldn’t stay in a place for very long. When people started disappearing, they always blamed the homeless, nameless man that wandered into town. I took off my coat and again rolled my shoulders, rubbing my neck with a hand. Gods the aches were getting worse, I needed to eat soon. I pulled out my bag of twizzlers and ate a few, wondering absently why the aches lessened when I did.
They came into the room, dressed like how you’d expect their kind to, in modern goth clothing. How… stereotypical. I smiled at them a little and watched as they sat on the couch across from me, the little girl grinning from ear to ear like a cute little weirdo. They had the same long black hair that looked so silky to the touch, and while the mother had storm gray eyes, the daughter had eyes the color of granite with little specks of sparkly silver. They were pale with creamy colored skin and while the daughter was cute and adorable, the mother was enchantingly beautiful. God damn it. Why did vampires become so attractive when they died? As far as I knew, I hadn’t changed in appearance at all, save my skin getting paler and almost translucent, giving me a sickly pallor.
“First off… My name is Derek. I’m uh… Well I’m fucking dead…ish. I guess you could call me a zombie, I certainly fit the bill,” I told them and sighed at how lame that sounded. The mother instantly relaxed, as if she’d expected me to be something far worse… but what was worse than a flesh eating sorta dead guy? They introduced themselves as Lucinda and Esmerelda, mother and daughter respectively. They didn’t have to say what they were, they didn’t anyways, but I knew they were vampires. Hell, they fit the bill ridiculously. “So uh… Is your affinity for black a natural thing or did you watch too many horror films as children?” I ask, chuckling when the mother looked alarmed and crossed her arms across her full breasts.
“Don’t stare at my breasts, pervert,” she said then instantly blushed and looked away. I couldn’t help but laugh at the adorableness of the action. Wait… Why did women always think men stare at breasts all the time? …Nevermind. Dumb question. We chatted idly after that, asking questions that didn’t have anything to do with who and what we were, til finally I sighed and leaned back into the couch, crossing my arms across my chest. My head was pounding so hard so my patience wasn’t as godly as normal.
“How long have you been the way you are? How long have you lived here?” I ask suddenly, catching the mother by surprise, but the daughter just giggled.
A moment’s hesitation, nothing more, then she replied, “Several years on both our parts… I became this way… Esmerelda was born this way.” That made me sit forward in surprise and I look over at the girl with raised eyebrows. She just giggled and stuck her tongue out at me. “Yes, I know your shock. I was surprised too when I discovered I was pregnant. I thought…”
“The dead couldn’t have children,” I finished for her then frowned as I leaned back, “I don’t think we’re technically dead. The voice did ask me if I wanted to live forever. I guess we’re alive too just.. not like normal people.”
She sat there in shock and it was clear I’d said something weird. She affirmed this with her surprised statement, “So you heard the voice too.” She sighed and continued with what she was saying, “We’ve lived here for two years. I think we’re going to be able to stay, since Esme is growing like a normal child.”
I frown and sigh. Lucky, lucky bastards. “How did you die?” I ask and the little girl looks up at her mother, obviously having wanted to know about this too. When she replied that she would tell me only if I told her first, I chuckled and sighed, sitting back to recount the day my life changed, leaving out not a single detail. They both stared at me with mixed looks of shock and interest. “And when I finally regained my ability to move myself, his body was turning into ash and I was running for the hills to get out of the town I basically grew up in,” I finish then look at her expectantly.
She settled back and wrapped her arm around her daughter, hugging her lightly as her eyes grew distant. “It’s not something I like to remember but…”