|Lance De Vampyre
Author: Silverfern500 PM
Not the Vampire that we've seen in media today, this story is a sort of 'parody' that pokes fun at paranormal romance while still abiding by its rules. I respect all interpretations.Rated: Fiction T - English - Parody/Supernatural - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,578 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 03-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2895374
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Lance De Vampyre
"Where is she?!" Cassandra jumped on the first nurse she came across inside the double doors.
Lance could hear her from four stories up, recognizing her voice from over the phone. God what a migraine she had turned out to be. After turning the girl from the alley in to the authorities Lance had taken a few liberties with the girl's cell. Cassandra was the only person who would pick up, an annoying brunette with a squeaky pitch that obviously didn't change in person.
Still, she was someone. And once Lance had been sure that someone was notified, he had followed the ambulance on foot. Now he sat in the hospital's waiting area and all the blood in the building was not helping his patience. Inside room 305 he could tell that his charge was waking up, but he daren't go see her. Even though all he really wanted to do was: march in, ask his questions, demand her answers, swear her to secrecy (or, failing that, kill her), and be far away from human society by midnight. She was lucky to even be alive and she knew it.
A few agonizing minutes later, Cassandra burst through the waiting room door and stomped into 305. Her chocolate hair swung behind her, her boots clomping on the reflective floor.
"Mel, my bestie! What the fuck are you trying to do, give me a stroke or something?"
"Calm down Cass." The girl in question managed a meek chuckle from her sick bed. "The whole clinic can hear you." She sighed, but Lance could tell that she was happy with her visitor.
"Whatever." The brunette huffed as she took in her surroundings. "You alright?" Real concern seeped into her expression as Melanie nodded. "So listen, I heard you were, like, attacked by some bear." Cassandra examined her friend. "But they only got your neck? And how did a bear get in the city. So suspicious."
"Yeah, well…." Mel grabbed for an explanation. "It could've wandered in and gotten lost." She tried.
Cassandra's eyes narrowed. "You gonna let them lie for you, or are you going to tell me the truth, Mel." She crossed her arms.
Melanie blanched. Then she lied, saying, "There's nothing to lie about. It's exactly what the doctors said."
The brunette's disappointment was literally thick enough to permeate the air. "Boring." Her guard went down. "I was hoping for some huge bitten by, smitten by a vampire kind-of-thing. Maybe you were trapped by a werewolf and then a vampire jumped in and valiantly saved you, and maybe you offered your blood or life or something in gratitude, and maybe he took too much….You've got the whole sketchy hole-punched neck and strange cover-story part down."
Lance tensed and Mel coughed, both startled. "A…!" Mel caught her breath. "No. That's crazy! Just a mean city bear." She paused, "How do you even come UP with these theories?!" Then she paused again and switched topics. "Besides, I'm not exceptional enough to catch some vampire's eye."
"Uh-huh." Cass' brow creased. "You're not fooling anybody there. You're hot." She took another look around. "Anyway, you're fine, so I think I'd better go. Visiting hours are officially over in T-minus ten, I've got a date in T-minus five, and I think there's a line for miss mauled-by-a-bear."
"You heard me." Cassandra winked, grinning mischievously. "And he is so smoking." Then just like that she was gone.
Given that Lance couldn't be a no-show thanks to Cassy-talks-a-lot, he took the prompt and went to Mel's bedside. "Melanie…" He began huskily. "We need to talk."
The blonde groaned and glared at the wall opposite her 'savior'. "For the love of god, now?"
"If now isn't a good time…." The vampire guessed.
"You almost killed me!" Mel shrieked. "By default, you owe me time to recover."
"Fine." Lance immediately agreed, sitting besides the girl on the bed.
Melanie's eyes went wide. "Wait, wha-" She began.
Lance cut her off with a kiss. "We'll talk later, as you wish." And the kiss put his mystery girl to sleep. "We have forever to talk, after all."
What did she think about when he grabbed her in the alley? Why did she react the way she did, without a fuss? And yet didn't seem to want him to turn her, and even covered for him? For some odd reason, Lance needed to know. And he would stick with her until he broke her down. Which she would eventually figure out, and when she did, she wouldn't play his game. He'd learn nothing, and the two would most likely be eternally together.
A/N: So that happened. Did you like it? No? Good. Reviews please, but do keep in mind that this story was created for fun and as such it has not recieved the same editing and revising that my formal work gets. Always yours, Silverfern500.