“I’d go with him, or he’s liable to make you watch The Lost Boys,” Mae warned me.
“Hey, it’s a good movie!” Jack shouted, and I was inclined to agree. Just the same, I’d rather watch something a little less blood sucking. The whole point of the night was to not think about all the weird stuff going on.
I hurried up the stairs after him and fought the urge to go into Peter’s room. Even standing in the hall, I could smell that tangy, sweet aroma that Peter left behind, but I quickly pushed it out of mind before my heart would beat all funny and Jack would freak out on me. In order for this friendship to continue, I could not think about Peter.
“I’m just gonna put these away real quick,” Jack informed me when I came into his room. “I wouldn’t want my vampire image to be spoiled by wrinkled clothes.”
The door was open to his massive walk-in closet, and he had started hanging up some of his tee shirts. I walked over to peer inside, and I wasn’t surprised to find that his wardrobe consisted almost entirely of tee shirts, Dickies, and various shades of Converse.
“You have a billion dollars, and you have the wardrobe of a twelve-year old.”
“Yeah, well, I have the emotional maturity of a twelve-year-old too, so-” He stuck his tongue out at me and then went back to hanging up his clothes.
“You showed me.” I rolled my eyes and went over to flop down on his over-stuffed bed. Naturally, it was completely unmade, but it had to be the most comfortable thing I had ever laid on. The sheets were probably Egyptian with a ten million thread count. Not that I knew what any of that meant, but I know it made things more comfortable for some reason. My sheets came from Target, though, and I slept just fine on them. “Oh my god! This bed is like a cloud!”
“I’m glad you like it.” He had finished hanging things up and flicked off the light in his closet before walking out into his room. “I would’ve made it if I’d known you’d be rolling around in it.”
“I’m not rolling around,” I muttered, but I sat up so I wouldn’t be tempted to.
Then I looked around his room. There were a few posters on his dark blue walls (one of which was a tour poster from the Cure playing at First Ave on July
12, 1984, and I wondered if he had actually been there). Underneath his massive flat screen TV, there was lots of gaming equipment strewn about a slick black entertainment center, but I didn’t see any movies.
“So did you just make up the stuff about the movies?”
“Oh, no, check this out.” Jack picked up a remote control off the entertainment center and hit a button. The entire wall to the left of the TV slid back, like a pocket door, and revealed a gigantic shelving unit overflowing with DVD’s. “That’s cool, right? This was Mae’s idea, because she said having all the movies out in the open was ‘tacky.’”
“But Peter has tons of books out in his room,” I said.
“Right?” Jack shook his head and walked over to inspect his movie collection. “Book are ‘sophisticated.’ Its what I get for living with people who were born before television. They just don’t understand this modern age.”
“Yeah, you have a rough life,” I mocked.
“Hey, my favorite pair of shorts just got thrown away!” He looked back at me, pretending to be heartbroken. “It’s been a pretty sad day all around.”
“About that…” I wanted to segue into asking him more questions about the club, even though I had already decided that I didn’t want to. He tensed up, but it was because he was afraid that I’d call him a monster or something.
“I didn’t kill her, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Jack explained quickly.
“Most vampires don’t kill people. It would make eating impossible. Even if you take a metropolitan area like the Cities, where there’s a collective population of over 3 million people, about a thousand of that is vampires. But if we killed every time we ate, the population of vampires in Minneapolis alone would kill at least a thousand people a week. We’d eat ourselves into starvation in less than a decade.”
“I didn’t think you’d killed her, but that’s good to know.” A shiver ran down my spine anyway. In order for a thousand vampires to eat, a thousand people had to be bitten each week. Even if some of them lived on blood banks, the way Jack and Mae mostly did, that was still impossible to fathom. “How could all those people be bitten? Why aren’t they talking about it?”
“Very few know they’re bitten.” He was obviously uncomfortable talking about this, but he went on. “We don’t go around blood raping them or anything.
They just think they’re on dates. Lots of vampires — not me — but lots have
‘girlfriends’ or ‘boyfriends,’ but really, it’s like… having a cow, so you don’t have to buy milk.”
“Oh my god!” I gasped, and instantly thought of Jane. She went home with all sorts of guys, and most of them were really attractive and kind of creepy.
She could easily have been a vampires cow, more than once. “But how do they not know?”
“Well, they just think…” He rubbed his forehead and sighed. “They just think that they’re with really good lovers. I mean, it feels really good. So if you incorporate it with sex, especially with drunk or high people, they have no clue.
And it doesn’t really hurt them. It’s not any worse then donating blood. You’re a little weak and woozy, but otherwise okay.”
“So that girl that you bit…” For some reason, I started feeling incredibly jealous. Just knowing that he was with a girl, that he’d fed on someone (which was both disgusting and scintillating) made my stomach twist. “Did you have sex with her?”
“No,” Jack said, but he turned away from me and looked ashamed. My heart sped up anxiously, and he tilted his head slightly, so I knew he heard it.
“But we did… stuff. The stuff doesn’t matter, though. I know guys say that, but for us it’s really true. It was just a way to get what I wanted.”
“Because for you, it’s not the sex. It’s the blood that’s intimate and… sexual.” When I said that, he realized he’d actually made things worse and grimaced. “So what’s it like?”
“It’s like drinking blood.” Rubbing his eyes, I could feel how nervous this made him. He wasn’t sure what I was getting at and just thinking about drinking her blood made him thirsty. On top of that, he could hear the quickening of my pulse. He was putting himself on thin ice, but I refused to let go. “It’s hard to explain. You’ll understand when you’re a vampire.”
“What is it like for her then? What’s it like for a human to be bitten?” I moved so I was sitting on my knees, tilting more towards him, and he was acutely aware of the heat resonating from my body. His hunger filled the room like a fog, permeating through me.
“I don’t know.” Swallowing hard, he glanced over at me, then almost instantly looked away.
“Did she enjoy it?”
The thought of her, some faceless girl, being with Jack and feeling any kind of pleasure sent a stabbing pain within me. Maybe that’s why I did what I was doing. I wanted to know, in some twisted way, but I also didn’t think it was fair that I was the only one feeling jealous and hurt.
“Yeah. I mean, I guess she did. I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his sandy hair and gave me a pained look. “What do you wanna know? What are you trying to find out?”
“What would I feel?” My voice had gone low and soft, sounding strangely seductive, especially for me. I don’t know if I’d done it on purpose really, or if it was just that I could feel everything that Jack felt, and it was playing with my mind. “If you bit me right now. Would it hurt?”
“For a second.” Licking his lips, he kept his eyes locked on me, and his breathing got heavier. “But then there’s the most wonderful sensation you’ve ever felt. It radiates from the bite like a warm heat and your heart speeds up so fast, it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Your senses go into a frenzy, but it all feels amazing…” He trailed off and swallowed hard.