“Just as I suspected,” mom said. “You’re running a fever.”
“Be honest with me,” I said. “How long do I have to live?”
“I’m not sure, but it doesn’t look good. You’ve got stage three of the sniffles.” She smiled sweetly at me and put a hot rag on my forehead.
I love my mom.
Our family has come a long way ever since-
There was a sound outside,
And then the doorbell rang.
Mom looked toward the doorway.
“I’m sure that’s Riley,” she said.
“Tell her the illness has taken me,” I pleaded.
“Just try not to get her sick,” she said with a wave as she headed for the door.
“Can vampires even get sick?” I asked.
“This one got love sick…” She said, somewhat irritated, as her footsteps faded down the stairs.
I guess even she doesn’t like girls in her son's life.
No sooner had her steps faded away than did another pair of feet come rushing up the steps. I mentally prepared myself for whatever comes next as Riley burst into my room with both arms full of bags from the local drug store.
“Isaac!” She called cheerfully.
“Riley…” I sighed.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this moment,” she said as she kneeled by my bedside and began unbagging various drugs.
In a matter of seconds there was a stack of enough medication to kill me fifty times over.
“I’m more than a little concerned with how happy you are about this,” I said.
“I get to spend the whole weekend nursing you back to health,” she squealed. “Your concern does not concern me.”
“Don’t you think you’ve overdid it just a little? This could kill me.”
She pondered the idea for a moment.
“Well, A lethal dose is also a lifetime supply!” She said.
… I just stared at her in disbelief.
“I’m not really sure how much it takes to cure human illness,” she said. “But the guy told me everything in Aisle 8 would help with cold and flu relief… So I bought everything in Aisle 8.”
I’ve never really given it much thought, but Riley was born a vampire. She’s never really experienced the simple problems humans deal with. I guess in a way it’s kind of sweet that she’s willing to go all out to take care of me.
“-Wait a second, how much did all of this cost?!” I asked.
“$937.56,” she chirped.
“How did you get ahold of that kind of money??”
“I used the emergency credit card my dad gave me!” She said proudly.
“Somehow I doubt that’s what he had in mind when he… Actually, nevermind..”
I have no idea what constitutes as an emergency to a vampire. I can’t fathom a situation Riley could ever be in that would be considered an emergency for her…
She poured a spoonful of something and held it to my face.
“Say Ahhh~” she said cutely.
“Uhhhh…” I wasn’t too sure about this…
“No, say Ahhhhhhhhi~” She repeated, the spoon nearly being forced between my lips.
And then… The doorbell rang…
Riley and I locked our eyes on my door as we listened to the footsteps slowly ascend the staircase. Each step was calmly placed, and whoever it was moved with an internal rhythm that could be felt in the sound of the approach.
A hand appeared, clasping the edge of my cracked door, pushing it open.
Standing there was Jase. A bouquet of flowers in his hands, and a glint in his eyes.
“Good morning, Isaac,” he said.
“Morning,” I said with a cough.
“I heard you were sick,” he said. “So here I am.”
“How did you-”
“-Shhh” he said with a finger to my lips. “Don’t worry about how I know,” he said with a glance over his shoulder. “Just focus on feeling better. Here, I brought you something.”
He presented the flowers to me. Riley, meanwhile, looked irate.
“Uh… Thanks… I think… I’m not really big on flowers,” I said.
“I know,” he said. “Take a closer look,” he said as he peeled part of a wrapper off of one of the flower buds.
“Cookies and Creme chocolates…” I said. My favorite.
“Your favorite,” he said with a wink.
“W-W-W-W-W-Wait just a second!” Riley stuttered.
“Hm, oh sorry, I’m afraid I didn’t even notice you.” He said.
“Ah-ha-ha-ha” Riley laughed awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her head. “As you can see, I’ve got everything Isaac needs, probably. Thanks for stopping by,” she said as she tried to usher him out.
Jase looked over the various items she had bought for me.
“Hm, you do have quite the assortment here, but I’m afraid the only thing Isaac really needs is a little Vitamin Me,” he glanced over his shoulder to me.
It was at that moment that it hit me. How I hadn’t noticed before is beyond me.
I reached out and took Jase’s hand in my own. Riley nearly keeled over and died.
“Jase, I think we should keep our relationship strictly professional,” I said flatly.
Jase inhaled sharply, his teeth gritting.
Riley began to softly laugh… Quietly… Eerily…
Jase cut her a dirty look.
“Heh heh heh….,” a dark, satisfied look in her eyes.
Jase adjusted his glasses with a dignant flick of the wrist.
And then, with the slightest hint of a grin, he said:
“You and I are not rivals, Riley. I have already succeeded. Simply, the moment of my victory is yet to be determined.”
They leered at one another.
And then… The Doorbell Rang…
This time the footsteps were sluggish, pained… almost unwilling. With each step, the desire to proceed seemed to fade.
To my surprise, Tessa walked in. She looked around, taking in the scene before her.
Riley, with a devilish grin on her face, while Jase had his arms crossed and his chin upturned.
“Tessa?” I said. “You came to visit me too?” I asked. I smell a trap.
“Uh… Yea!... Sure.” She said as she took a seat at my desk and pulled out her notebook.
“Pretend like I’m not here,” she said as she started writing.
“I’ve been doing that for months now,” I said.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Quin standing in the doorway.
Help I mouthed to her.
She only smiled a very hollow smile as she slowly closed my door.
My last best chance just cast me into the void. Abandon hope. All is lost…
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Isaac was born to be the main character, and
he knows it. Though, were it up to him, that would
not be the case.
He wants a quiet life. A normal life. For seventeen
years Isaac has done everything he can to avoid
the lead role.
Supporting characters practically throw themselves
head on into Isaac's path as he desperately tries to
derail whatever Pilot Episode, Prologue, or Opening
their "Chance Meeting" might result in.
Isaac Gray might not be a bad guy,
but he is certainly
No One's Hero.