Just Call Me Billy

vampire-virtuoso:

“Not when you put it like that.” Gwendolyn answered apologetically as she took one of the cookies that had been offered to her just moments before. “It’s nothing against you guys, I just…” Well, how could you sum it up without sounding ungrateful.

“I’m twenty-one. I’m not just your little girl anymore.” Oops. It came out sounding so much harsher than she had intended. These were adoptive parents. Gwendolyn had treated Jamie & billy with respect knowing that they were by no means obligated to take her in. Yet as time when by & they all settled into the idea of being a family. Her rebellion was bound to happen eventually. “Dad I…” She slumped in a defeated manner. It was out with the truth or she’d come across looking like a total brat. “I hate the snow.”

    Jamie smiled to Billy and nodded, “Almost all ready.” she chuckled, looking toward Gwendolyn with a knowing looking. Her daughter needed to speak her mind to Billy, if she wanted to get her point across. Jamie was horrid at making decisions for her ( and Billy ), not wanting to get him upset. The ginger bit her lip, as she took a deep breath and watched both of them.

      “She’s upset because –.” she began, before Gwendolyn spoke up. Jamie gasped to her words, looking at Billy to see his reaction. “ – she wants to stay here, love. I think she’s old enough.” It was strange, Gwendolyn was only a few years younger than her and still Jamie wasn’t used to being a mother ( even if it was just an adoptive one ). It was now, that the ginger finally spoke her mind about it. “She’s an adult y’know. I think – she should have a bit of freedom.” 

“Well,” Billy sighed putting his arms around Jamie. “That’s just...Too bad.” He shrugged. “Because you’re going to New York with us, whether you like it or not. You may be an adult, but you’re still my daughter & if I want you with us for Christmas, that where you’ll be. No where else...And that’s final.”

It was rare that Billy ever spoke sternly to his Princess--rare that he ever needed to...but he needed to be a parent to Gwendolyn first & a friend second. Sometimes that meant looking like a jerk.

Gwendolyn was a tad bit resentful of this year’s Christmas vacation plans. Billy had spent a fortune on extravagant plans to have three of them spend Christmas at the Plaza hotel in New York City. While NYC was her first home & she was thrilled to be spending the holidays in a suite…She had a dislike for cold weather & snow; something she could very well be doing without in California, where the family currently resided.

“Mom!” The blonde, now in her 20′s but not inch taller than she had been at seventeen, came into the hall with a scarf bunch up in her hands & a sour look on her face. “Can’t you convince Daddy to leave me here this Christmas? Why do we even have to go to New York! It’s snowing, do realize how cold it’s gonna be? It makes me sick!”

    Jamie was busy with icing some holiday cookies, though they weren’t going well at all. A loud huff escaped the ginger’s lips as she shook her head. She kept trying though, but sometimes it was hard. Baking was something Jamie wasn’t entirely good at, but she was decent at it. Humming a few tunes of holiday music, it was interrupted with by Gwendolyn. “Kitchen!” she called, trying again to put the icing on these cookies.

Not to mention that he had already nabbed the perfect gifts for his girls--At least he had hoped. As Gwendolyn got older it became harder & harder to find the right gifts. But with Jamie he was positive.

Billy soon bustled through the door, carrying bags full of gifts but not missing a beat in his step; his smile never faltered. “There’s my beautiful girls!” He exclaimed, swooping down to give Jamie a kiss on the cheek. “I hope you’re all packed because remember we leave bright & early tomorrow.”

She trailed off before fixing Mr. Teacher a sharp look.

“RIGHT?” she asked loudly and pointedly. “Look, just because Gwendolyn is a half vampire, it doesn’t mean she’s a bad person!”

She winced, remembering that they did vandalize the car behind them and all.

“I can’t have a Vampire for a daughter!” He snapped at Marie. “She drinks blood for God’s sake! She’s a beast! A leech! A Succubus!”

Billy didn’t often tell people this but he had never really been one for the horror genre. Not only was he squeamish, but very superstitious. 

The mere mention of Gore, Witchcraft or any supernatural being made his skin crawl to the point of nausea. He was what Gwendolyn would call...Well...

A pussy.  

Cold sweat was already beading up on his pale, clammy flesh, His gut was tumbling around & his vision was starting to blur together--much like his speech. He thought he was going to faint.

But he didn’t. No, instead he became aware that Gwendolyn was crying. He hadn’t noticed that before. 

“This can’t be happening.” Gwendolyn muttered to herself over & over again. She was caught, after managing to hide her half-vampire side for almost three years…she had finally screwed up. 

~You know my dad?!~ Gwendolyn asked the other Vampire telepathically.  Well, this was awkward. Now they were both busted! ~How?! Nevermind! RUN!!! He can punish me but he can’t do anything to you except yell at you, so run!~

“Dad, don’t yell at her! It wasn’t her fault!” Maybe she could distract Billy & at least give Marie a chance to escape before Billy was mean to her again. Her brain was working far too fast for her mouth to keep up; the pressure & the fear was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. “Look, Dad…I-I’m sorry. It was my idea! I swear I didn’t know it was your car!”

Then it finally dawned on her, when she remembered Gwendolyn referring to Mr. Teacher as her dad.

Oh, crap.

She shouldn’t be half of anything. She should be one hundred percent mortal.

He staggered away from her, Mumbling to himself, running a hand through his dark hair & making himself look just as frazzled on the outside as he felt on the inside.

“Vampire. You’re a vampire.” 

No, she couldn’t be. Vampires weren’t real. This was all just a very, very, bad dream. God, he had to pinch himself. This just could not be!

“You’re...You’re...GROUNDED!!!” He shouted at the top his lungs, red in the face while a vein in his neck pulsated with unbridled anger. He had never shouted at Gwendolyn like this before. 

“C’mon Marie!” Gwendolyn squealed as she ran down the mostly empty Santa Carla streets with her best friend in tow. Pearl fangs jutted out from her child-like grin. “We gotta think of one more really cool game we can play together before I have to go home.” Now, what the most feral & exciting game they could play? Think, think, think… 

Glancing about, Marie didn’t see anyone wildly approaching the vehicle just yet. If that was the case, they might as well keep going. After brushing aside whatever glass shards that might have remained, Marie reached in, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and pulled herself out of the car. With the bottle firmly in hand, she smiled at Gwendolyn.

“What a damn shame.” The man sighed to himself, trying his best to keep his composure as he crossed school grounds from the faculty apartments. No use in upsetting any of the students by calling police at such a late hour. He would make an attempt handle it himself first.

“Stop right there!” Billy demanded; a baseball bat was firm in his grip. “I am giving you once chance to put the bottle down. I won’t press charges if you just leave now. I’m a man of my word and I...”

He paused, dropping the bat. Dear God, the moonlight must be playing tricks on his eyes because he recognized those girls. “Gwendolyn Eva Demeulle!” He scolded the blonde. “What the Hell do you think you’re doing breaking into that car?! It’s a rental! Do you understand how much that’s going to cost?!”

The other one was...was....

What was her name? He had seen her before. She was...Marie! Yes, that was her name! However when he rounded to scold her, he said something not very nice. “You! You little urchin! That bottle cost more than you’ll ever see in your entire life so put it down right now!”

It had to have been the moonlight, he kept telling himself because Gwendolyn didn’t look like her usually sweet self. In fact, she looked like something straight out of a horror comic. 

“Gwendolyn, what....?” Billy narrowed his eyes stepping closer to his daughter; only to draw back gasping in horror a second later. “What in god’s name is the matter with you?! For Christ’s sake you have fangs! You look like a-a....

No, don’t say it. It can’t be true. It’s not possible!

“A very sweet peach, indeed.” He purred, leering over her with wolfish intentions as his hands trailed the soft, curving landscape of her stomach. Normally, he confined such actions to the bedroom, but they had the house to themselves for now. No need to to be over-cautious.

The sensuous spark in his eyes flickered out as his nose twitched slightly. His mouth worked, twisting & pinching as he hurriedly adjusted Jamie upright, moving to set her on the couch. He relocated the cloth to his mouth to catch an onslaught of sneezes which left him buckled over the arm of the sofa.