DeAnna's recovery had been something of a miracle. Doctors were scratching their heads at how quickly she recovered. Even Terrence was a bit concerned, wondering at times if she was going through a transformation herself
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"Hopefully you'll feel better soon." Terrence could hear DeAnna's stomach gurgle a bit when she felt nauseous. He rubbed her stomach slightly, trying to be comforting and he smiled as her cheek brushed against his chest.
"It's amusing, sure." Terrence agreed. When DeAnna asked how he felt when he was transformed, her returned her hug and didn't say anything right away. He gave a sigh and then began, "Well...at first I was more scared than anything else. I woke up and knew I wasn't myself and when I learned what I was, all I could think was that I was transformed into a psycho killer. It wasn't long after my discover when I crossed paths with a slayer. I basically told her if I was gonna start offing people to survive, she might as well put me down before someone got hurt. Catherine, that's the slayer's name, kinda took pity on me and told me I didn't need to and how I could survive. Then after I felt I was in control, I tried to reconnect with my family and friends. Family was...tough. They were freaked out. My buddy Eion was more open about it, but...he's supernatural plus he tried to reverse the transformation. Eventually, my family came around but before then things were...well, lonely."
“You’ve been through allot. I don’t know what I would do if I thought I was losing my family, or if they turned their backs on me. Not that I could ever see that happening, but you never know. Something like being a Vampire would be…difficult for my father to accept. Mom and Holly, no. Kevin? Maybe he would surprise me, but RD and Daddy? They’re hard core logical men. That’s why I haven’t told either one of them about you. RD would use that as ammunition to make me miserable by splitting us apart.” She hugged Terrence tighter. “He’s a dick. My brother, but still a dick.”
DeAnna purred a little at the movement of Terrence’s hand upon her stomach. “I won’t give you up though. Daddy will just have to deal someday, and RD? Well, I know how to deal with him.” She closed her eyes and sighed happily. “I’m glad your family; mostly; came around T. You’re too wonderful to be punished for something that’s clearly not your fault. Besides, in some ways being the way you are, dealing with what you’ve had to face makes you a stronger, more relevant person. You might not think about it that way, but I do.”
"I can't exactly blame them for being scared at first. I mean...some of the vampire stories basically have the vampire kill their families shortly after transformation. My mom is in her seventies and my sister has two young kids. Both kinda fragile in a way, you know?" Terrence admitted. "But meeting your family briefly was nice and at least your Mom and Holly already know so you don't have to keep secrets from everyone. Of course, I didn't meet your Dad until you were in the hospital so...I didn't get to meet him under good circumstances. But maybe someday I will."
He stared at the ceiling for a moment before asking, "Why would RD go to so much trouble to break us up if he found out? Is this something he'd just get off on?"
Terrence rubbed DeAnna's stomach again. "Thanks DeAnna. I know I had no control over what happened. But, still...if I had a chance to reverse this transformation, I would."
DeAnna frowned and opened her eyes, not staring at the television screen but up at her boyfriend. “You have to understand something about RD and I, I love him with all of my heart. He’s my brother and my twin, but because of the intricacies of that relationship RD resents me. He hates that I know him so well, he hates that I’m linked to him so closely be it genetically or otherwise. He literally prefers to hate me than to love me. It’s always been that way between us. He pushes me away and does things to interfere in my life. Like when he meets you? He’ll want to pick you apart and try to drive a wedge between us. He’s not going to judge you on your individual merits but on the fact that you love me. He’ll want to extend his abuse of me onto you. He’ll do it too T. I don’t want him to get away with it so you have my permission, as well as every right to defend yourself. Just know that his attacks won’t be motivated by anything but the fact that you make me happy and I love you. Not because you’re a vampire and he wants to protect me. He doesn’t care about that, he doesn’t care about you, he only wants to punish you for loving me.”
DeAnna took a deep breath and pressed the fingertips of one hand to her forehead. She did have a headache but it was emotionally she was hurting. It had been so long since she had to explain the dynamics of her relationship with RD to anyone that she had almost forgotten how much he did hurt her at times. Right now she was vulnerable and she knew that coming to Terrence’s apartment to recover meant that RD didn’t have ready access to her to take advantage of her weaknesses. “He’s just a dick Terrence, because he chooses to be one.”
Terrence seemed to understand better once DeAnna explained this. "Sounds like I could have been an average mortal and your brother still would have found something or other to make fun of me for." He gave a sigh. 'Well...we'll just have to deal with him. And...if he tries to break us up outta spite like that, I won't have it. I'll ignore him or if I have to defend myself, i will. But I won't outright desk the guy or anything."
"RD would love for you to hit him. He lives for physical confrontation. He fights professionally sometimes. That ultimate cage match crap. He likes the violence and he would push you to have to really put the hurt on him. I'm sorry to say it, but hitting him gives him exactly what he wants." DeAnna sighed and enjoyed the rubbing his palm on her stomach. "He's such a dick."
Terrence continued to rub DeAnna's stomach. If it was helping her feel more comfortable, he was going to keep do so.
"Well, hopefully it won't come to a fight. Personally, I don't like to fight unless I absolutely need to. Still, I can't see him say anything that will make me change how I feel about you. So no matter what he says, I'll just blow it off," he assured her.
He then added, "But, well, if he annoys me enough, my eyes might start glowing. Can't help that really. If I can angered, they glow. The more angry I am, the brighter the glow is. I'm sure that might make him say something..."
"I would love to see you set him on his ass." DeAnna mused with a slight smirk. "Your eyes would scare him that's for sure. Seeing that would be good too....He's such a dick." DeAnna stifled a yawn and curled closer to him. "M-sleepy T. I'm going to take a nap. You can watch whatever now."
She told him she loved him and drifted off to sleep. She didn't dream that she recalled but had a rejuvenative nap. When she awoke a couple of hours later her stomach growled and she groaned before opening her eyes and looking up at Terrence. "Hey." She said softly. "Miss me?"
"You think so? I guess I can look kinda scary fully angry with the glowing eyes and bared fangs," Terrence mused. When DeAnna began to drift off, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and told her he loved her too.
While DeAnna was asleep, Terrence continued to half watch the hockey game. He kept glancing back at DeAnna to see if she was all right. When she woke up, Terrence smiled at her until he heard her stomach growl. He was concerned when he replied, "Of course I missed you. How are you feeling now?"
“Obviously a little hungry.” She teased with a slight laugh. Her humor was genuine and it felt good to smile; blissfully normal. “I feel a bit sore all over but, otherwise? Pretty good actually.” She touched his face with a hand. “I can’t tell if I’m running a low grade fever but, I would love some soup if you have any.” She tried to sit up a little and instantly got dizzy. She grabbed on to him and lay back down silent until the room stopped spinning. “Okay maybe I could ask you to make the soup.” She said apologetically. “That was, that was really funky.” She wet her lips. “Sorry Babe, I guess you’ll have to play nurse maid just a little while longer today.”
"I don't mind at all." He kissed her forehead and noticed she was slightly warmer than before. "Maybe you do got a tiny temperature. You feel a bit warmer than before. But, just a little bit," he assured her.
"I can make you some soup. I don't mind being the nurse for tonight or a few nights, I swear. You just relax." Then he headed off to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Terrence returned with a bowl of soup, a spoon and a tray table. The metal tray snapped on top of a folding set of table legs but could be removed to be a tray on its own. He put the bowl of soup and spoon on the nightstand for a moment and then asked, "Do you think you could sit up a little? Maybe I could add some pillows behind you to prop you up a little so you you can eat? I can put the tray on your lap in that case but if you're feeling ready to sit up now, I can setup the tray table next to the bed."
"No, it's alright T. I can sit up." With his help she slowly did so, her head adjusting to the movement. She felt a little like she had motion sickness but knew it would only be temporary. Already she felt better from how she had felt hours before when Eion had first healed her. Terrence stacked some more pillows behind her and soon she was happily eating her soup. "Thank you Baby. This is just what I needed." She said smiling at him tenderly.
"I'm going to have to call my parents later. Let them know I'm better. I can't tell you how much it means for me to be here with you and not having to be with them while I'm sick. It's not that I don't love them but, Daddy doesn't know everything and I would just be more guarded anyway. Here, I can just be myself and talk about what happened without having to feel like I need to censor anything."
Terrence returned the tender smile. "Glad you're feeling better."
He gave an understanding nod. "I can get that. But, you know, your mom might understand a bit. I mean, she does know about this stuff a little. But it would be good to check in with everyone just so they know you're doing better."
Terrence gave her a warm smile. "You can always be open around me. Don't worry. And, it's nice that I can be myself around you too." he then quickly added, "Mostly anyways, cuz...I don't think you wanna see the blood stuff."
After saying this, his speed of speech returned to normal. "But other than that, I just feel like I can be myself and don't have hide or be ashamed or anything like that. And I'm so grateful to have you in my life."
DeAnna took a bite of soup and once she had swallowed she took a visible breath and exhaled soundlessly. “You don’t have to hide that from me T. It’s necessary for you to consume blood to live. I know that. And while I’m not curious enough to ask you for a taste I…I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide that from me. I get it. Maybe, maybe you should have your dinner while I’m eating mine some night. I think with all we’ve been through lately, watching you eat is going to be an easy adjustment on my part.”
DeAnna reached out and touched his arm. “I appreciate that you’ve kept me shielded from it so far. I know it hasn’t been easy for you. But I don’t think it’s fair that you can watch me eat but you feel like you have to hide when you eat.” She smiled at him gently. “And yes, you’re right. I’ll need to talk to my parents and let them know I’m okay but right now I’m just happy to be with you. I feel better, but still crapy enough that I might say something I can’t take back with my Dad.”
Terrence gave a bit of a smile. "I appreciate that, really. But at the same time, I don't wanna turn your stomach either. Maybe...I dunno, you could watch when you're not trying to eat. I mean, you need your strength. I don't wanna set back your recovery or anything."
He put his hand over hers. "It's actually been all right. I mean, it's not like I have to do it everyday so, yeah. But I do thank you though, for being open and being open to...seeing that."
After a little squeeze of her hand, he continued, "Whenever you're ready to talk to them is fine. Just as long as they know you're all right. Even if you have to fudge things a little when talking to your Dad. Maybe just say the doctor gave you something to make you feel better. And, if you need a doctor for your Dad to actually call, I know of someone who is pretty good at coming up with logical answers to supernatural situations. Then again, she's a witch with an MD. And I mean a literal witch." He gave a chuckle. "Just don't call her a witchdoctor. And especially don't sing that little Chipmunk song around her cuz she'll smack you one."
"I'll consider it." DeAnna assured him about their dining habits. She ate a few more bites of her soup as she listened to him.
"There's no need to be as deceptive as that. I'll just tell them the truth. I wanted to be with you. You make me feel safe and give me all the sympathy I can handle. They'll understand. If tables were turned they would want to be with one another and not with me. But thanks T. I just might have a talk with your witch friend regardless."
"It's amusing, sure." Terrence agreed. When DeAnna asked how he felt when he was transformed, her returned her hug and didn't say anything right away. He gave a sigh and then began, "Well...at first I was more scared than anything else. I woke up and knew I wasn't myself and when I learned what I was, all I could think was that I was transformed into a psycho killer. It wasn't long after my discover when I crossed paths with a slayer. I basically told her if I was gonna start offing people to survive, she might as well put me down before someone got hurt. Catherine, that's the slayer's name, kinda took pity on me and told me I didn't need to and how I could survive. Then after I felt I was in control, I tried to reconnect with my family and friends. Family was...tough. They were freaked out. My buddy Eion was more open about it, but...he's supernatural plus he tried to reverse the transformation. Eventually, my family came around but before then things were...well, lonely."
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DeAnna purred a little at the movement of Terrence’s hand upon her stomach. “I won’t give you up though. Daddy will just have to deal someday, and RD? Well, I know how to deal with him.” She closed her eyes and sighed happily. “I’m glad your family; mostly; came around T. You’re too wonderful to be punished for something that’s clearly not your fault. Besides, in some ways being the way you are, dealing with what you’ve had to face makes you a stronger, more relevant person. You might not think about it that way, but I do.”
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He stared at the ceiling for a moment before asking, "Why would RD go to so much trouble to break us up if he found out? Is this something he'd just get off on?"
Terrence rubbed DeAnna's stomach again. "Thanks DeAnna. I know I had no control over what happened. But, still...if I had a chance to reverse this transformation, I would."
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DeAnna took a deep breath and pressed the fingertips of one hand to her forehead. She did have a headache but it was emotionally she was hurting. It had been so long since she had to explain the dynamics of her relationship with RD to anyone that she had almost forgotten how much he did hurt her at times. Right now she was vulnerable and she knew that coming to Terrence’s apartment to recover meant that RD didn’t have ready access to her to take advantage of her weaknesses. “He’s just a dick Terrence, because he chooses to be one.”
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She closed her eyes. "Mmmm that feels good T."
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"Well, hopefully it won't come to a fight. Personally, I don't like to fight unless I absolutely need to. Still, I can't see him say anything that will make me change how I feel about you. So no matter what he says, I'll just blow it off," he assured her.
He then added, "But, well, if he annoys me enough, my eyes might start glowing. Can't help that really. If I can angered, they glow. The more angry I am, the brighter the glow is. I'm sure that might make him say something..."
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She told him she loved him and drifted off to sleep. She didn't dream that she recalled but had a rejuvenative nap. When she awoke a couple of hours later her stomach growled and she groaned before opening her eyes and looking up at Terrence. "Hey." She said softly. "Miss me?"
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While DeAnna was asleep, Terrence continued to half watch the hockey game. He kept glancing back at DeAnna to see if she was all right. When she woke up, Terrence smiled at her until he heard her stomach growl. He was concerned when he replied, "Of course I missed you. How are you feeling now?"
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"I can make you some soup. I don't mind being the nurse for tonight or a few nights, I swear. You just relax." Then he headed off to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Terrence returned with a bowl of soup, a spoon and a tray table. The metal tray snapped on top of a folding set of table legs but could be removed to be a tray on its own. He put the bowl of soup and spoon on the nightstand for a moment and then asked, "Do you think you could sit up a little? Maybe I could add some pillows behind you to prop you up a little so you you can eat? I can put the tray on your lap in that case but if you're feeling ready to sit up now, I can setup the tray table next to the bed."
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"I'm going to have to call my parents later. Let them know I'm better. I can't tell you how much it means for me to be here with you and not having to be with them while I'm sick. It's not that I don't love them but, Daddy doesn't know everything and I would just be more guarded anyway. Here, I can just be myself and talk about what happened without having to feel like I need to censor anything."
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He gave an understanding nod. "I can get that. But, you know, your mom might understand a bit. I mean, she does know about this stuff a little. But it would be good to check in with everyone just so they know you're doing better."
Terrence gave her a warm smile. "You can always be open around me. Don't worry. And, it's nice that I can be myself around you too." he then quickly added, "Mostly anyways, cuz...I don't think you wanna see the blood stuff."
After saying this, his speed of speech returned to normal. "But other than that, I just feel like I can be myself and don't have hide or be ashamed or anything like that. And I'm so grateful to have you in my life."
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DeAnna reached out and touched his arm. “I appreciate that you’ve kept me shielded from it so far. I know it hasn’t been easy for you. But I don’t think it’s fair that you can watch me eat but you feel like you have to hide when you eat.” She smiled at him gently. “And yes, you’re right. I’ll need to talk to my parents and let them know I’m okay but right now I’m just happy to be with you. I feel better, but still crapy enough that I might say something I can’t take back with my Dad.”
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He put his hand over hers. "It's actually been all right. I mean, it's not like I have to do it everyday so, yeah. But I do thank you though, for being open and being open to...seeing that."
After a little squeeze of her hand, he continued, "Whenever you're ready to talk to them is fine. Just as long as they know you're all right. Even if you have to fudge things a little when talking to your Dad. Maybe just say the doctor gave you something to make you feel better. And, if you need a doctor for your Dad to actually call, I know of someone who is pretty good at coming up with logical answers to supernatural situations. Then again, she's a witch with an MD. And I mean a literal witch." He gave a chuckle. "Just don't call her a witchdoctor. And especially don't sing that little Chipmunk song around her cuz she'll smack you one."
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"There's no need to be as deceptive as that. I'll just tell them the truth. I wanted to be with you. You make me feel safe and give me all the sympathy I can handle. They'll understand. If tables were turned they would want to be with one another and not with me. But thanks T. I just might have a talk with your witch friend regardless."
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