Waxing

Gabby considered the weekend to be a success. He was getting closer to her, he could feel it.  His twelve year crush would finally be fulfilled.  On Monday morning he said hello to her, and she smiled.  She was back on her nun kick, wearing her long skirt and a black turtleneck like she was Heather or something.  Gabby wondered if she wore stuff like that when she went feeding or if she reverted back to old, sexy Sprite from before the problem with Bruce.  Did she seduce in long pants or a sweater, dancing with hips grinding in an overcoat?  Gabby shook his head as he walked to the padded room.  He would never understand her.  Love her, always, but never understand her. [more]…

Late Night

Earlier that night Gabby called David.  “I have a plan,” he told his friend.

“Good for you,” David replied, not the least bit interested as he cradled the phone with his shoulder and took a bag of blood out of the refrigerator.  He ripped it open with his teeth, breathing in the sweet smell of red and white cells.  Sweeter, if it was human blood.  Heather.  He poured the contents of the pouch into a mug with a smiley face on the side.
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Homecoming pt 2

Sprite wasn’t having as much fun as she had hoped.  Even though she was dancing and laughing, fully enjoying Miss J’s idiosyncratic DJing, she still felt very alone and wished David had come, or even Gabby, to keep her company instead of being the fifth wheel.  Yes, her dress was awesome, but that wasn’t enough. [more]…