Rush and Veronica
Rush:
“What the fuck was Courtney hinking?” I shout to the room. Courtney is over two hundred years old and she still acts like a spoiled teenager. I haven’t drunk human blood from a person out of cruelty in over eighty years, and I don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong; if a girl offers me her neck, I will have a little taste.
But fuck me, when Veronica was teasing me with her neck, telling me I could have a taste, I almost came undone.
Seeing her with those children, standing up for them? I just wish someone had done that for me all those years ago.
I remember drinking from a child, the blood warm on my lips, the warmth seeping through my entire body. But when I saw a blind little boy, obviously calling out for his little brother, tears falling down his cheeks—I don’t know how, but that little boy changed something in me.
The guilt from what I’ve done and who I’ve hurt plagues my dreams.
The only problem with not drinking from a human is the withdrawals; drinking blood from a bag isn’t the same. It’s like a diet. You know if you have one taste, you will want more.
Seeing Courtney trying to compel the little girl who looked so scared, made me angry. Veronica, telling where Courtney where to go, was so hot. I was so turned on watching her.
I hate the stupid rules we have to follow. Rules the council created must be obeyed.
One of the rules in the vampire world is that we can’t stop a vampire from feeding on someone unless we have claimed that person. There are consequences if we do; it’s a fucked-up rule, but it’s a rule we must follow; that’s why Veronica is here.
Not to look after us.
But to look after the people who look up to us.
Our fans.
The people who work with us.
To keep them safe from those who find harming them a joyment.
I do have an appearance to put on. I show indifference, I show I don’t care, but deep down, I’m the complete opposite, but I block it away.
I can’t care; when you care, you get hurt.
My heart might not beat, but I still feel.
“Courtney needs to be reined in. She is out of control and getting worse. I wish we could stop her from coming to our shows,” Zeke says angrily.
“You know we can’t do that; she buys the tickets, she visits. You know she has friends in high places that can do more harm than what she can. Just think, once the tour is over, we get to write more music. And that means no more Courtney for a while.” Slate claps my shoulder. “Let’s follow our new girl; I think it’s her we need to be worried about.”
Yeah, tell me about it.
I am looking forward to being around Veronica, from the way the others were looking at her, so are they.
“I like her; there’s something about her that’s different, I know she has a gift, but she also has that quality where you can’t stop looking at her,” Caspian says, following Veronica’s direction. Caspian has always been the sensitive one, if he is liking a girl, she must be special.
“She smells so good too,” Zeke says before he walks back in the meet and greet room.
“Think this is the first.” Slate says, following Zeke, I catch up with him.
“What is?”
“We all are fascinated by the same girl, and she’s human,” Slate chuckles, shaking his head.
I guess this tour is going to be interesting.
Veronica:
After the meet and greet, the band, Abigail, and I head into a limo and are taken to a club. Already, I’m starting to feel drained. I am looking forward to my PJs and bed.
When we get to our destination, the limo door opens, and I am deafened by screaming fans. Each member climbs out, and I take a deep breath before following. I see cameras flashing away.
“This feels so surreal,” Abigail muses.
“Tell me about it. I swear these women are going to give me a headache.” I press my fingers to my temple.
“Are you ready to party?” Rush takes hold of my hand and pulls me along.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, cameras taking pictures of me.
“People need to realize that you’re part of the family.” He entwines our hands.
“Rush, Rush, Rush.” Reporters call out to him. “Who’s the girl?” they all ask.
“That’s confidential, but trust me when I say you will be seeing much more of her.” Rush kisses my cheek and more flashes go off. Wait. How did he kiss me without being pushed away? I don’t have a chance to question it when a camera goes off, blinding me.
“You are doing this on purpose,” I utter through gritted teeth.
“Why would I do that?” He smirks at me.
“Fine! If you want to play like that...” I walk over to Zeke and entwine my fingers with his. He looks down to our joined hands. “Want to give Rush a taste of his own medicine?”
“Hell yeah.” He lifts my hand and places a small kiss on it.
I lean up on tiptoes, whispering that Rush is messing with the wrong girl, but from the outside looking in, it looks like I’m whispering sweet nothings. I step back down, and when I look at Rush, he is looking at me quite unimpressed. I stick my tongue out at him and head over to Slate, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I think Rush has met his match,” Slate says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“He needs to realize that I need this job, and if he wants to play games, I will play right back.” I know it’s immature. I know I am acting like a child, but I don’t want Rush to think I will let him get away with his shit.
“Well, I’m going to enjoy you hanging around.” He kisses my cheek. Again, they are kissing my skin without being harmed. It worked when Rush tried to bite me, but what is it when it comes to them kissing me?
I step out of his embrace and walk over to Caspian, but he puts his hands up. “I know what you are doing, and I don’t really want to get involved in your little war with Rush.”
His eyes flicker briefly, like he knows something i dont, and for the first time, i wonder if Rush's "games" are far more dangerous than i thought.