Chapter 22 : The Bitch!
Chapter 22 : The Bitch!
Blake, however, questioned her:
“Ashley! Why did you kick Erika out of the Pink Mansion? Just when she needed the Brotherhood the most, due to her new condition, it could be a great lair for her to live with you. I thought you were friends!”
In front of Blake, Ashley composed herself.
“It’s just that… I got a new dog, and now there’s no more room for anyone else in the Mansion. She’ll have to wait for my dog to die to make room for her.”
I smiled. There were no dogs in the Pink Mansion… besides Ashley…
“It’s okay. Blake gave me a big room in his Mansion. I’m getting used to living without windows.”
Ashley's gaze was fulminating. She nodded in agreement. But Blake, despite being a three-hundred-year-old vampire, was still a man and did not understand the cynical language of women, when they hate and deceive each other. So Ashley said to him:
“Blake, my eternal love, leave me alone for a little while with my preppy friend. Then all my attention will be completely yours!”
Blake didn't care about the end of the sentence, he put his helmet on his head, revved his bike and went back to the dirt track with his friends. Ashley approached me, grabbed me by the arm and made me face her. So I could be sure I would understand what she had to say.
“So many places in this dark universe for you to go, I had to come right to my man's house!”
“Your man?! I didn't see your name tattooed on his ass! Actually, I saw his little ass, and I liked it!”
“Blake's ass is mine, you freeloader, don't you even dare touch that! So you came here to steal him from me!”
I untied her arm that seemed to be squeezing me. And I said firmly:
“Listen here Ashley! I ended up here at Blake’s invitation! He invited me! I wanted to live in the Pink Mansion, but you didn’t accept me! I needed a safe place so I ended up here!”
“Safe?! Is that the excuse you gave to make Blake invite you to live here?!”
“It’s no excuse! That crazy Biker 33 is chasing me, I couldn’t stay in that simple house running the risk of him catching me and all I had as a weapon was a hair dryer!”
While we were arguing, Ryan, Ashley’s brother, saw us and pulled his motorcycle up next to us.
“Hi, Ashley, how are you?”
“Get lost, Ryan!”
“Okay!”
He put on his helmet and went back to his friends. I felt sorry for him having Ashley as a sister, so I turned my attention to the crazy woman:
“Biker 33 is out there, and he could get me at any moment. I don’t know what he has against me, but I’m not going to let him off easy.”
“I wish he had killed you!” Ashley said in a dark tone.
“I’m sure you wish that would happen, just so you could be alone with Blake, but I’ll tell you one thing. He doesn’t like you! You can kill me and every woman who gets close to Blake, he won’t want you!”
“So this is a war?!”
“What do you mean war?!”
“Preppy War! The best one takes the prize. Blake!”
“It’s only in your sick mind that we’re at war. But I’ll tell you one thing, if I enter this battle for real, you’ll lose at the first shot, my friend! I’m closer to Blake than you are! I just have to open my arms and he’s mine. His remorse for turning me into a vampire, against my will, has made him fall for me, not even his asexuality can resist it.”
“Oh really?! So get ready, my friend, I’m not Nazi Germany, but I’m going to invade your beach!”
“What are you talking about, you idiot?! It was the Germans who were invaded on the beach on D-Day by the Allies!”
“Fuck! I skipped that Geography class, you know why? I was specializing in defeating bitches like you! I'm going home to get my weapons!”
She came out making a revolver sign with both hands next to her breasts. Indicating that she was going to do something. I confess that I was anxious. Would she take a real gun and shoot me? But I remembered that now I was a vampire and I wouldn't die so easily, unless the bullets were silver...
Ashley left. I sighed deeply and went to see the bikers on the dirt track. Motocross was a cool sport. The guys jumped on those extreme bikes as they went over the dirt mounds. Blake, in his white uniform, did somersaults. At that moment I thought… how I wanted to do that…
Suddenly Blake came off the track and headed towards me. He took off his helmet and looked around.
“Where’s Ashley?”
“Oh! She went out to feed her little bitch.”
He laughed. I decided not to say anything about the confusion between Ashley and me, so I said to divert the subject:
“You’re really good at these extreme maneuvers. How long have you been practicing this?”
“Ever since I first rode a motorcycle in the last century, I felt I could do more with it than just go from one place to another. It wasn’t until the 1990s that I really saw what it was capable of when I watched a motocross championship on television. When I saw that, I decided I would live to do those incredible tricks. The only problem with being a vampire was that I couldn’t train during the day, but little by little, and with many falls, I managed to master the bike.”
“Cool! I wish I could do the same thing.”
Then I saw a glow come over the white-haired vampire.
“But you can learn, especially now that you’re immortal! I’ll teach you!”
“Oh no! Blake, I’m a preppy girl! Holding the handlebars of a motorcycle might ruin my nail polish!”
“But you can wear gloves… pink gloves, if you want!”
Now the vampire has me. Pink gloves! A preppy girl flying on a speeding motorcycle, but still keeping her pink charm…
“Oh, I don’t know, I only rode a bike when I was a kid…”
“That’s a good start. See, I’m the teacher for most of the people here. Some of them have already been trained, while others have perfected their skills with me. Do you remember when we rode together that night, before that damned Biker 33 attacked, did you feel the adrenaline? I wish I could have that back. This time, riding a motorcycle yourself?”
The enthusiasm, the excitement, the desire to ride at high speed, infected me. So I accepted.
“Okay Blake, I accept!”
He gave a huge white smile, everything about him was white.
“Great! Let’s start riding together, so you can get used to a high-powered motorcycle. Tomorrow I’ll start teaching you how to ride one. Let’s get on.”
He handed me his helmet, and I sat behind him. And we started riding on that dirt track. Of course, he had to slow down his maneuvers, or I would fall. Ryan and the others were cutting through us like the wind, and in total control of their bikes, I imagined myself doing that. Wow, I would be the world's first preppy biker girl. I couldn't wait to buy my pink gloves to match the bike.