It was an important day in the Wonderland household.
Gideon celebrated by setting Imogen on fire.
“Look,” I said to Helen, “Gideon was just in a bad mood because we forgot his birthday. He doesn’t have the authority to ground you anyway.”
“Gideon’s pissed off because he’s the only one of us who isn’t a vampire!” Helen cried. “I don’t even want to be a vampire! Blood is gross.”
“Oh, please,” I said. “You don’t have to bring old stereotypes into this. Modern vampirism is totally sanitary.”
Mikhail played in the bathtub.
And felt sorry about it later.
“Time to get ready!” Helen said to Gideon. “Here, let me help you!”
“Wait! What you are you doing??” Gideon shrieked.
“There,” Helen said proudly. “That’s for trying to ground me, big brother. Chill out while I change.”
“I have to get ready, Mom,” I said.
“Wait,” Mom said. “I’m pretty sure I have a checkmate move. Just give me a minute.”
“No, really, I have to go.”
“You just don’t want to let me beat you.”
“Some mothers want to see their sons graduate, you know.”
Gideon melted just in time to join us. Good thing for him.
We loaded up into the van and made our way to the courthouse.
The day was grim and overcast, just the way I like it — but it was still too much sun for being out and about.
“Um, shouldn’t your girlfriend be here too?” Imogen asked?
“My what?” I said. “On, right, Linn. She called and said she wasn’t feeling well. I think she’ll get over it.”
Everyone trooped into the auditorium to listen to the speeches except Helen, who decided to wait the whole thing out.
I accepted my piece of paper with grace and dignity, even though I don’t think my school was ever capable of understanding a creature as dark and complex as I am.
I ran into one of my favorite people at the ceremony.
After the ceremony, I was feeling a might peckish.
My senses were at their most acute. I had to hunt.
“Hello,” I said to my prey. “I want to drink your blood.”
“Oh really?” she said. “You can do better than that. I’m getting old. I want the full immortality treatment.”
“You want me to turn you into a vampire?” I asked in astonishment. “Do you know what it is like to be a creature of the night? It’s no picnic to be this sexually attractive yet misunderstood.”
“You can skip the warnings,” she said. “I don’t have long to live as a human anyway. I’m up for it.”
So I turned her.
“Thanks!” she said afterward. “You’re a real sport.”
“I hope it works out for you,” I said. “I think you’re getting more attractive already.”
She smiled. “I’ll keep in touch and let you know how it goes.”
Oh, and speaking of old ladies, Mom got a call from Aunt Deanne, who wanted to talk about her girlfriend. She has finally found lasting love. Sometimes, when you refuse to give up hope, you can kind of beat it into submission.
I was finally able to get a good long play session in this weekend. More birthdays on the way!
Franklin has not been making his mate selection easy for me. I’ve decided to have him alternate visits with both candidates until a choice presents itself.
I also decided that the Wonderlands will be moving to a modified Midnight Hollow. That seems like the place an avant-garde vampire would want to live.