I opened my still tired eyes. My vision was fuzzy, I blinked a few times and stretched my arms reaching out for Andy only to find an empty space next to me in our large bed. I shot up and looked around franticly searching for my love.
“Andy?” I called out weakly, my voice still scratchy from my endless days of tears. I clambered out of the bed to continue the rest of my search. I rushed downstairs to the kitchen, no, why would he be in here? He’s a vampire, he doesn’t eat human food.
I scurried into the lounge area, “Andy?” I asked into thin air in desperation. My breathing rate increased and my hands began to shake. “No,” I gasped out, “no,no,no...you said you wouldn’t leave me,” tears brimmed my eyes, my feet barely able to carry me any longer, I slid down the cream coloured wall of the living room. “Andy...baby, where are you?”
‘He’s not coming, he never came back, your mind is playing tricks on you.’
‘ You should have done it properly.’
‘ You should have killed yourself when you had the chance.’
‘ Andy didn’t ever love you, that’s why he left you alone the day he died.’
‘ He was leaving you for someone else.’
“No, no! Stop saying all this fucking bullshit! Leave me alone!” I cried out helplessly.
‘No, Ashley, you know it’s true.’
‘Where do you think he went every time he went out for cigarettes and didn’t come back for hours?’
‘Did you really think he was out having a walk and a smoke?’
‘You were blind back then and now you’re insane!’
“I’m not insane! Leave me alone!” I screamed gripping my messy uncared for hair in my ghostly pale, boney hands nearly tearing out the long black tressles.
‘Are you sure Purdy?’
‘Remember where he ‘bit’ you?’
My hand flew to my neck where recalled feeling the pain of the bites. What? The two little holes from Andy’s fangs weren’t there.
‘He didn’t come back for you, he isn’t a vampire!’ The voices were sneering at me, I wish they would go away.
I buried my face into my knees, rocking back and forth in an effort to comfort myself as I sobbed uncontrollably.
In midst of my cries, I hadn’t heard the door open and close.
“Ashley?” I heard my name being called from the hallway, but I didn’t move as my tears continued to fall. “Ash, baby shh...” I felt myself being pulled towards a strong body, “shh, calm down, angel, what’s wrong?” I heard my Andy ask. I buried my face into his chest and breathed in his scent, it wasn’t the same, he smelled earthy and of blood. He didn’t have a heartbeat.
“A-andy,” I sobbed, “I-I thought you left me, I thought I dreamt it all, I thought you were dead.”
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I left, I...needed to hunt...I didn’t want to hurt you,” Andy explained as he held my face in his hands. I stared at his perfect, beautiful face, it managed to cease my cries. His eyes seemed to glow like moonstone only more serene and beautiful, his skin was pale but flawless like porcelain, his lips, however, had a dried coat of blood on them. I felt a twang in my heart...his lips were on someone else...his lips had touched someone other than me...
“Hey, angel? I need a shower, can you join me?” he gently smiled down at me, I nodded weakly and he helped me stand up. As I stood I felt my legs give way, I was ready to fall but Andy caught me and picked me up bridal style. “Ashley, when was the last time you ate?” he asked as he held me close and nuzzled his nose in my hair.
“I-I don’t remember,” I croaked out, me voice still raspy from all my crying. Andy let out a sigh and kissed my cheek as I gripped onto his shirt. “I’m sorry...” I said quietly as Andy carried me upstairs to the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first...you still have blood all over your arms,” he looked down at me with a pained look in his eyes, “and then I’ll make you something nice to eat, okay?” he said as more of a statement than a question but I still nodded in approval of his plan.
Once we had made it to the bathroom Andy sat me down on the edge of the tub and began to undress me carefully, probably as not to hurt my arms. He pulled off my shirt, jeans and then boxers. He went to take off his own clothes but I stopped him.
“Let me,” I spoke up quietly, Andy paused to think, “please? I’ve missed you...” he smiled apologetically and let me undress him. His normally pale tattooed skin was covered in blood, I stared at it emotionlessly and indifferently, I had seen so much blood in the past days that it just didn’t bother me, I just felt numb. Andy turned on the shower and pulled me up with him under the hot water, the water ran off both of us stained in crimson. Andy lifted my hands up and gently took off the now ruined bandages kissing each cut with his beautiful soft lips, after each kiss I felt the pain subside, it was then I realised that every cut was beginning to heal up. My eyes fixated on the bullet wound in Andy’s chest. After a while my mind made its self known: “who did this to you Andy?” I mumbled, I heard him sigh as he wrapped his arms around me.
“I don’t know angel, I don’t know...” he spoke while stroking my shoulders with his thumbs.
I grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the side, squeezed some onto my hand and reaching up I began to lather up Andy’s hair, I began to giggle to myself, he looked like a foamy lion. Upon seeing me laughing he began to smile brightly and laugh with me. We continued washing up and occasionally flicking foam at eachother.
When we had calmed down I wrapped my arms around Andy’s waist and rested my head on his chest.
“I love you Andy,” I whispered hoping he’d hear.
“I love you too Ashley,” he said in reply, then hooking his finger under my chin, he brought my lips up to his and captured my heart with a soft kiss full of love and faith. Andy pulled away, turned off the shower, took my hand and stepped out the shower with me.
He grabbed a big fluffy towel out of the cabinet and began to dry me off. Funny, I always thought I looked after Andy before but when he changed...I became weak with grief and he became powerful with blood...
“Hey, angel, I want to take you somewhere and I want you to get dressed up nice, will you be okay here while I go downstairs and make you some food?” Andy asked as he got dressed into a pair of black skinny jeans that must be illegally tight and a black dress-shirt which he rolled up the sleeves on. I nodded in reply as I sat down on the edge of the bed with still only a towel wrapped around me. Andy tied back his still wet hair and planted a kiss on my temple before promising that the food won’t take long to get ready and departing to the kitchen downstairs.
I wasn’t particularly sure what Andy had meant by ‘dress up nice’ so I decided to follow his lead and put on a black dress-shirt with black skinny jeans and knee high slim black lace up boots. I dried, straightened and teased my hair before moving onto my make-up: some coal black eyeliner rimmed around my eyes and I carefully applied some ruby red lipstick then popped my lips, I then pulled on some rhinestone bracelets and my star necklace.