Let's Go For A Pint (Vampire/Humor)

1.2 Making Soup

Note: This part is based off of "Thirst", found in Contest Entries and Shorts: Vampires. Hope this answers what you had been hoping for crazykajal emmalee_sky nyhterides (maybe not, but at least it's not 100 words long)

Two weeks. Two weeks and Carmen hasn't prodded me on my strange behaviour. Okay, maybe on weekends as she focuses on her studies from Monday to Thursday. As soon as the school week's over, she barges in on whatever I'm doing and says, "5 dollar bar rails, we're going out tonight!" Other times it's "DJ Scratcherd is in town, we're going out tonight!" To her, strange behaviour was staying home all weekend on the internet or sleeping for a whole Saturday.

By the time the second week was coming to an end, Carmen barged into my room and announced, "We're going grocery shopping! Oxtail is on sale!" Never in my life have I seen someone excited to buy oxtail, but I learned that day her favourite, home-cooked dish was anything with oxtail. So I made a deal: I help her make whatever she was making if she didn't bother me all weekend. The deal struck out well, but she was quite the chatterbox in the kitchen.

"I make the best oxtail soup in the world. Even my grandmother says I make it better than her," she went on as she peeled potatoes. Not sure why she kept looking at me while peeling them, but I assumed she had mastered doing it blind.

"In all honesty, I learned this recipe from her and my sister. Our mum couldn't give two fucks about us after she married that fassyhole who doesn't even deserve the title of step-dad. Enough about my dark past I'd like to learn more about you. I don't think I've seen a ginger Bulgarian. What country was that faux lesbian duo from again? I'm pretty sure one was a ginger."

"Russia."

"Right, Russia, I remember now. Yeah, one of my undergrad instructors was from that area and I must say, it was the first time I'd got my panties wet for a silver fox." She reached into the bowl to grab another potato and continued, "Anyways, Lena, what's your family like?"

Just when I was about to answer a familiar scent tripped my senses.

"Shit! Out of all the things ..."

I glanced at Carmen's thumb and she had nicked it while peeling her last potato. The red liquid formed a bead on top of the wound. Time slowed down like in the movies when the second hand on the clock ticks every five seconds and voices become distorted. Upon catching a whiff and seeing the bead I wanted to lick the blood off of her thumb. A river of saliva waited to gush out, and I was ready to strike. With one swift move—

What was I thinking? If I'd licked off the blood, she'd know I'm a weirdo. Then again, I already established that I'm strange. Might as well go for it. Even the carrots I haven't chopped arranged to form the words "Go for it!"

"Here, let me take care of that for you," I offered while extending my hand to take hers.

"Thanks, but I'm a grown ass woman. I can take care of it myself." She walked over to the sink to wash the blood off. What a waste.

"You know," she said after turning off the water and dressing her finger with a band-aid, "you don't look so good. You're not squeamish around blood, are you? I don't want you passing out on me."

I nodded my head to say no, but then remembered that meant yes to her. So I shook my head, even if it confused her.

Carmen raised an eyebrow. "One thing weird about you is I've seen you eat a whole, large pizza, yet you don't blow up like a balloon."

I looked down at my waist and it had gotten smaller. "I have a high metabolism."

She stared at me with her head tipped to the side as if she doubted my explanation. "I'm gonna need those carrots soon."

"Right, sorry." So I resumed helping out with the soup. 

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And it's another close call for Lena. Your question of the, erm, "chapter": What's your favourite homecooked meal? Whether you cook it or someone else does, nothing beat's a homecooked meal (if done right of course). Again feel free to leave a comment, add to your library or list, hit the star, you know the drill.

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Song featured: "Stay Hungry" by Talking Heads 

edited: 27/07/2017