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Elisabeth opened the door to her apartment building and, just as she was stepping inside, Julian pushed in past her. He kept his head down and started immediately for the stairs.
"Julian? Are you okay?" Elisabeth called after him. "Julian? Hey, Jules! Wait. Hey, Julian!" She ran up the stairs after him and caught up. "Julian, wait up. What's wrong?" She caught his arm and made him stop.
"It's nothing," he said and tried to pull his arm away.
"It's not nothing, Jules," Elisabeth said. "I've never seen you like this. If you need someone to talk to, you know I'm always there for you."
"I know," Julian said, "but it's really nothing. It doesn't matter. I'm…fine."
Julian pulled free of her and Elisabeth let him go. She watched him go, planning to go over his apartment later and make him tea and make him spill his problems. This had become their habit in the year and a half that they'd been living across the hall from each other.
Resolving this, Elisabeth climbed the stairs behind Julian to her own apartment. She heard the door to apartment 3B slam before she reached the floor. She stared at the door to 3B for a moment before she turned to her own apartment of 3A.
She entered her apartment and dropped her keys in her key dish. She then pulled off her coat and tossed it on the sofa. She wasn't a messy person generally but sometimes she felt a little feisty and she was feeling feisty today—or, more accurately, she was feeling lonely enough that she had to do something outrageous in order to distract herself. Elisabeth wasn't, however, an outrageous sort of person so the best she could do was make a mess, have a bubble bath, and maybe drink some wine.
Deciding that a bubble bath sounded like a good idea in order to properly sort and arrange her thoughts before she went to comfort Julian so that she wouldn't wind up drowning in self-pity and doing more damage than good, Elisabeth went to the bathroom and started the water running in the tub. She then went to get her CD player—she was rather old-fashioned—and placing it on the bathroom counter, turned on her newest CD from one of her favorite bands.
The setting would have been perfect if her best friend wasn't across the hall, miserable about something, and her true love wasn't in Europe, abandoning her in her time of need. After all, wasn't a vampire sire supposed to look after a newly turned vampire to make sure they didn't get into trouble? Of course, Elisabeth didn't know the meaning of the word "trouble".
Elisabeth undressed and slipped into the relaxingly warm water. All of the stress that she'd been carrying for days, weeks, felt insignificant for the moment, melting away in the bath. She closed her eyes and thought only of her perfect, golden-hearted vampire lover. Now that he'd made her a vampire, they could be together forever. She couldn't even really bring herself to regret the things that she would have to give up for this life. She'd barely given them a thought when offered eternity with Aristide.
Slowly, she drifted to sleep and slipped into a dream where he came home and everything was bliss.
*****
For Julian, there was no bliss. He'd finally worked up the courage to talk to his parents about his sexuality. It wasn't something that came easily to him. He'd struggled for months coming to terms with it himself, months when Elsie had been there for him, supporting every step of the way. He loved her like the sister he'd never had and he'd just blown her off. He felt bad about that but he wouldn't have done anything differently.
As important as Elsie was to him, her support didn't mean much in the face of his parents' disapproval. He'd been raised in a strict family and he knew that the revelation that he was gay would not go over well but somehow the knowledge that things would go badly did not prepare him for standing before his family as his father called him a "fucking faggot" who "should just die" and "never come home again" because he "never wanted to see that disgusting homo face again" while his mother couldn't even look at him, let alone refute anything that his father was saying.
If that wasn't a bad enough day, he'd stopped by his boyfriend's house for some comfort to find the two-timing bastard with another man—naked. On top of it, the lowlife hadn't seen anything wrong with what he was doing. He'd expected that because Julian was a man he'd understand. All men were, according to this jerkass, supposed to have such voracious sexual appetites that they couldn't be satisfied by only one person and, since Julian didn't agree, he wasn't a real man and thus not worth going out with and that was that.
"You were my whole fucking life!" Julian moaned at the memory. "I loved you!"
But love was a lie, clearly. So was family. Hell, even friendship was probably a lie. Elsie and all of her goodness, her kindness, it was all an act.
This was the way the world was. It was miserable and heartless and dark and there was no way Julian wanted to live in a world like that. The world was probably better off without him anyway, one less weakling sentimentalist in the world. One less useless intellectual who would end up penniless on welfare and sucking out society's soul. His parents would be glad enough to see him gone, that was made all too clear. His boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—didn't give a flying fuck whether he lived or died. Even Elsie was probably thinking about what a burden he was. She'd be better off without him moping about. Besides, she had that perfect boyfriend whose praises she was always singing. If he weren't around, Elsie could spend that much more time with her boyfriend.
The thought percolated in his mind for a while, a little nebulous, not really determined until he got up to use the bathroom and took a curious peek in his medicine cabinet as he washed his hands. A cursory glance found a handful of things that would work. He had pain meds of almost every over-the-counter variety for his chronic headaches—Tylenol, Advil, Excedrin, ibuprofen, and in large quantities because they almost never worked for his headaches so he just left the mostly full bottles in the cabinet. He also had over-the-counter sleep aids for when he was too stressed to sleep. He also had about three bottles of cold medicine.
Suddenly, and without really thinking about it, he took out every bottle of anything he thought that might possibly be capable of ending his life and started taking all of them by the handful. The only thing he lacked was alcohol which, as he wasn't twenty-one, he'd not even thought about trying to purchase illegally since Elsie had found out about his occasional drink and had given him the lecture of a lifetime.
By the time he'd finished, the first of the drugs had started to kick in and he could barely force himself to find his way back to his bed and lie down.
*****
Elisabeth woke up in the bath sometime later, wondering if she'd remembered to lock her door. It was something she'd forgotten many a time. In her tiny hometown, it wasn't a big deal to forget to lock a door but here in the city, well, everyone worried.
The water was cooling and most of the bubbles had gone so Elisabeth figured she'd been in the bath a little too long. It had done its duty, though; her stress was much less than it had been when she'd entered the bath. Now, she really ought to get dressed and talk to Julian. He'd insisted that it was nothing but he was too obviously upset for it to be nothing. She was going to make him tea and force him to talk.
There was a sound in her apartment and Elisabeth sat up straight, every muscle in her body tense. Had she really forgotten to lock her door? Was there someone in her apartment? She tried to remind herself that she shouldn't be afraid, that she was a vampire and more than a match for any burglar who was so unfortunate to have decided that hers was a good apartment to rob. Still, she couldn't help but feel dreadful fear and she was rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Slowly, but surely, as if she'd seen it a million times before (and she probably had, in horror movies) the bathroom door creaked open on hinges she'd not previously noted to be so squeaky. There, in the doorway, stood the most frightening man Elisabeth could imagine. He was dressed theatrically, in black, and was clearly of the same race as her: a vampire. There was nothing she could do against a vampire, especially an older vampire.
"Who are you?" she breathed, frightened.
"You know who I am, cunt," the man said.
"No, no, I don't," Elisabeth whimpered. "What do you want?"
The door swung open a little further and revealed the stake in his right hand.
This cannot be happening to me! Elisabeth's mind screamed.
"No. No! Don't hurt me," Elisabeth choked. She wanted to be brave in the face of danger but growing up in the quietest small town that America had to offer was not exactly the background that bred bravery. All she could do was cower in the tub as the man approached with the stake. At the very last second, she managed a scream, a loud scream that carried but was abruptly cut off.
*****
In the apartment of 4A, lived a lovely woman whose primary enjoyment in life was snooping on her neighbors. She was sitting in her living room, rather devoid of news for the day, when she heard the scream from the floor beneath her. Finally! Something interesting was happening. She rushed to find her phone and dial 911. It would be quite the story to tell her friends. She explained to the 911 dispatcher that she had heard a violent disturbance from the floor beneath her in apartment 3B, convinced as she was for some unexplainable reason that the apartment directly beneath her was 3B and not, as it logically should have been, 3A.
*****
As soon as Elisabeth was aware of what had happened to her, that she had been killed and that her spirit was now currently sitting on the steps to the second floor of her apartment building, she began to cry. There was no reason not to. Her life was over, literally, right as it was about to bud into something beautiful, and there was no one to see her cry. She'd worked up a good wail when she was interrupted.
"Elsie, I'm sorry," said a voice behind her suddenly and she abruptly ceased bawling. "I didn't mean to be so rude earlier. Don't cry."
"Julian?" she asked, astounded, turning to see that it really was her friend. "How can you see me?"
Julian stared at her blankly for a long moment. "I thought this was a dream," he said finally.
"No," Elisabeth answered miserably. "This isn't a dream. But you shouldn't be able to see me because I'm…I'm…" She burst into tears.
"Hey, Elsie, don't cry." Julian sat down on the step next to Elisabeth and gave her a hug. "Life can't be all bad. I mean, I just downed a whole cabinet-ful of drugs and yet I still get to have one last conversation with you."
Julian's words cut through the mist of Elisabeth's misery. "You did what?"
"Okay, not the best of conversation topics. So, how are things going with your lovey-dovey boyfriend? Gonna get married anytime soon? If you have a baby boy, will you name him after me? I mean, you don't have to, if you don't like my name or something but it would be a nice…legacy…" Julian was forced to stop by the intensity of Elisabeth's stare.
"Julian, I'm dead."
"What?"
"I'm dead. I was murdered."
"No. This is some kind of sick joke. Right? Elsie? Not you. You're perfect. You deserve a perfect, happy life. Not you."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"I was murdered. I had no choice in that and, someday, I'll come to terms with that. But you, you took those pills on your own. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't, I guess."
"Well, that not thinking has just cost you your life. Congratulations."
"I'm not dead," Julian protested. "Not yet."
"How do you know?" Elisabeth asked desperately.
"I just know, I guess."
"Oh." All of the hope faded from her face but she didn't have long to be miserable because the emergency responders were barreling up the stairs and to Julian's apartment. "It looks like you won't be dying after all."
"I don't want to live. I don't deserve to live. I want you to live."
"I'm already dead, Julian."
"Take my body. I know you can, somehow, I know. If you don't believe me, at least try. You have to live. You have to have your happily ever after with that boyfriend of yours. Promise me."
"I—"
"Promise me!"
"All right! All right. I will try. And I will go after my happy ending if it works. …Thank you, Julian. You don't know how much this means to me."
Elisabeth went into the apartment and found Julian's body and she could feel herself being pulled towards it. She was pulled towards every living body but mostly towards Julian because his grasp on life was so weak. She followed the pull and let herself be sucked in.
And then everything went black.
*****
One Year Later
*****
A young man sat before his laptop computer, laughing uncontrollably. He tried to stifle the sound because he didn't want his mother to hear it but he couldn't stifle it completely.
"I found it," he said. "I can't believe I found it."
Who's the man? he thought.
I don't know, came the answer from another thought voice within his head. Hugh Jackman?
Come on, Elsie, be serious.
All right, who's the man?
Me!
Why?
Because I just found your boyfriend, that's why. And we're going there tonight.
Really? Tonight? Do you have to be that clichéd?
Do you have to be that cynical?
I dunno.
What, nervous?
Unbearably. What if he doesn't like me anymore?
*****
That night the young man showed up on the doorstep of a vampire count.
"My name is Elisabeth Moore," he said. "I have to speak with Aristide Gerhardt Beauregard."
"Julian? Are you okay?" Elisabeth called after him. "Julian? Hey, Jules! Wait. Hey, Julian!" She ran up the stairs after him and caught up. "Julian, wait up. What's wrong?" She caught his arm and made him stop.
"It's nothing," he said and tried to pull his arm away.
"It's not nothing, Jules," Elisabeth said. "I've never seen you like this. If you need someone to talk to, you know I'm always there for you."
"I know," Julian said, "but it's really nothing. It doesn't matter. I'm…fine."
Julian pulled free of her and Elisabeth let him go. She watched him go, planning to go over his apartment later and make him tea and make him spill his problems. This had become their habit in the year and a half that they'd been living across the hall from each other.
Resolving this, Elisabeth climbed the stairs behind Julian to her own apartment. She heard the door to apartment 3B slam before she reached the floor. She stared at the door to 3B for a moment before she turned to her own apartment of 3A.
She entered her apartment and dropped her keys in her key dish. She then pulled off her coat and tossed it on the sofa. She wasn't a messy person generally but sometimes she felt a little feisty and she was feeling feisty today—or, more accurately, she was feeling lonely enough that she had to do something outrageous in order to distract herself. Elisabeth wasn't, however, an outrageous sort of person so the best she could do was make a mess, have a bubble bath, and maybe drink some wine.
Deciding that a bubble bath sounded like a good idea in order to properly sort and arrange her thoughts before she went to comfort Julian so that she wouldn't wind up drowning in self-pity and doing more damage than good, Elisabeth went to the bathroom and started the water running in the tub. She then went to get her CD player—she was rather old-fashioned—and placing it on the bathroom counter, turned on her newest CD from one of her favorite bands.
The setting would have been perfect if her best friend wasn't across the hall, miserable about something, and her true love wasn't in Europe, abandoning her in her time of need. After all, wasn't a vampire sire supposed to look after a newly turned vampire to make sure they didn't get into trouble? Of course, Elisabeth didn't know the meaning of the word "trouble".
Elisabeth undressed and slipped into the relaxingly warm water. All of the stress that she'd been carrying for days, weeks, felt insignificant for the moment, melting away in the bath. She closed her eyes and thought only of her perfect, golden-hearted vampire lover. Now that he'd made her a vampire, they could be together forever. She couldn't even really bring herself to regret the things that she would have to give up for this life. She'd barely given them a thought when offered eternity with Aristide.
Slowly, she drifted to sleep and slipped into a dream where he came home and everything was bliss.
*****
For Julian, there was no bliss. He'd finally worked up the courage to talk to his parents about his sexuality. It wasn't something that came easily to him. He'd struggled for months coming to terms with it himself, months when Elsie had been there for him, supporting every step of the way. He loved her like the sister he'd never had and he'd just blown her off. He felt bad about that but he wouldn't have done anything differently.
As important as Elsie was to him, her support didn't mean much in the face of his parents' disapproval. He'd been raised in a strict family and he knew that the revelation that he was gay would not go over well but somehow the knowledge that things would go badly did not prepare him for standing before his family as his father called him a "fucking faggot" who "should just die" and "never come home again" because he "never wanted to see that disgusting homo face again" while his mother couldn't even look at him, let alone refute anything that his father was saying.
If that wasn't a bad enough day, he'd stopped by his boyfriend's house for some comfort to find the two-timing bastard with another man—naked. On top of it, the lowlife hadn't seen anything wrong with what he was doing. He'd expected that because Julian was a man he'd understand. All men were, according to this jerkass, supposed to have such voracious sexual appetites that they couldn't be satisfied by only one person and, since Julian didn't agree, he wasn't a real man and thus not worth going out with and that was that.
"You were my whole fucking life!" Julian moaned at the memory. "I loved you!"
But love was a lie, clearly. So was family. Hell, even friendship was probably a lie. Elsie and all of her goodness, her kindness, it was all an act.
This was the way the world was. It was miserable and heartless and dark and there was no way Julian wanted to live in a world like that. The world was probably better off without him anyway, one less weakling sentimentalist in the world. One less useless intellectual who would end up penniless on welfare and sucking out society's soul. His parents would be glad enough to see him gone, that was made all too clear. His boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—didn't give a flying fuck whether he lived or died. Even Elsie was probably thinking about what a burden he was. She'd be better off without him moping about. Besides, she had that perfect boyfriend whose praises she was always singing. If he weren't around, Elsie could spend that much more time with her boyfriend.
The thought percolated in his mind for a while, a little nebulous, not really determined until he got up to use the bathroom and took a curious peek in his medicine cabinet as he washed his hands. A cursory glance found a handful of things that would work. He had pain meds of almost every over-the-counter variety for his chronic headaches—Tylenol, Advil, Excedrin, ibuprofen, and in large quantities because they almost never worked for his headaches so he just left the mostly full bottles in the cabinet. He also had over-the-counter sleep aids for when he was too stressed to sleep. He also had about three bottles of cold medicine.
Suddenly, and without really thinking about it, he took out every bottle of anything he thought that might possibly be capable of ending his life and started taking all of them by the handful. The only thing he lacked was alcohol which, as he wasn't twenty-one, he'd not even thought about trying to purchase illegally since Elsie had found out about his occasional drink and had given him the lecture of a lifetime.
By the time he'd finished, the first of the drugs had started to kick in and he could barely force himself to find his way back to his bed and lie down.
*****
Elisabeth woke up in the bath sometime later, wondering if she'd remembered to lock her door. It was something she'd forgotten many a time. In her tiny hometown, it wasn't a big deal to forget to lock a door but here in the city, well, everyone worried.
The water was cooling and most of the bubbles had gone so Elisabeth figured she'd been in the bath a little too long. It had done its duty, though; her stress was much less than it had been when she'd entered the bath. Now, she really ought to get dressed and talk to Julian. He'd insisted that it was nothing but he was too obviously upset for it to be nothing. She was going to make him tea and force him to talk.
There was a sound in her apartment and Elisabeth sat up straight, every muscle in her body tense. Had she really forgotten to lock her door? Was there someone in her apartment? She tried to remind herself that she shouldn't be afraid, that she was a vampire and more than a match for any burglar who was so unfortunate to have decided that hers was a good apartment to rob. Still, she couldn't help but feel dreadful fear and she was rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Slowly, but surely, as if she'd seen it a million times before (and she probably had, in horror movies) the bathroom door creaked open on hinges she'd not previously noted to be so squeaky. There, in the doorway, stood the most frightening man Elisabeth could imagine. He was dressed theatrically, in black, and was clearly of the same race as her: a vampire. There was nothing she could do against a vampire, especially an older vampire.
"Who are you?" she breathed, frightened.
"You know who I am, cunt," the man said.
"No, no, I don't," Elisabeth whimpered. "What do you want?"
The door swung open a little further and revealed the stake in his right hand.
This cannot be happening to me! Elisabeth's mind screamed.
"No. No! Don't hurt me," Elisabeth choked. She wanted to be brave in the face of danger but growing up in the quietest small town that America had to offer was not exactly the background that bred bravery. All she could do was cower in the tub as the man approached with the stake. At the very last second, she managed a scream, a loud scream that carried but was abruptly cut off.
*****
In the apartment of 4A, lived a lovely woman whose primary enjoyment in life was snooping on her neighbors. She was sitting in her living room, rather devoid of news for the day, when she heard the scream from the floor beneath her. Finally! Something interesting was happening. She rushed to find her phone and dial 911. It would be quite the story to tell her friends. She explained to the 911 dispatcher that she had heard a violent disturbance from the floor beneath her in apartment 3B, convinced as she was for some unexplainable reason that the apartment directly beneath her was 3B and not, as it logically should have been, 3A.
*****
As soon as Elisabeth was aware of what had happened to her, that she had been killed and that her spirit was now currently sitting on the steps to the second floor of her apartment building, she began to cry. There was no reason not to. Her life was over, literally, right as it was about to bud into something beautiful, and there was no one to see her cry. She'd worked up a good wail when she was interrupted.
"Elsie, I'm sorry," said a voice behind her suddenly and she abruptly ceased bawling. "I didn't mean to be so rude earlier. Don't cry."
"Julian?" she asked, astounded, turning to see that it really was her friend. "How can you see me?"
Julian stared at her blankly for a long moment. "I thought this was a dream," he said finally.
"No," Elisabeth answered miserably. "This isn't a dream. But you shouldn't be able to see me because I'm…I'm…" She burst into tears.
"Hey, Elsie, don't cry." Julian sat down on the step next to Elisabeth and gave her a hug. "Life can't be all bad. I mean, I just downed a whole cabinet-ful of drugs and yet I still get to have one last conversation with you."
Julian's words cut through the mist of Elisabeth's misery. "You did what?"
"Okay, not the best of conversation topics. So, how are things going with your lovey-dovey boyfriend? Gonna get married anytime soon? If you have a baby boy, will you name him after me? I mean, you don't have to, if you don't like my name or something but it would be a nice…legacy…" Julian was forced to stop by the intensity of Elisabeth's stare.
"Julian, I'm dead."
"What?"
"I'm dead. I was murdered."
"No. This is some kind of sick joke. Right? Elsie? Not you. You're perfect. You deserve a perfect, happy life. Not you."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"I was murdered. I had no choice in that and, someday, I'll come to terms with that. But you, you took those pills on your own. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't, I guess."
"Well, that not thinking has just cost you your life. Congratulations."
"I'm not dead," Julian protested. "Not yet."
"How do you know?" Elisabeth asked desperately.
"I just know, I guess."
"Oh." All of the hope faded from her face but she didn't have long to be miserable because the emergency responders were barreling up the stairs and to Julian's apartment. "It looks like you won't be dying after all."
"I don't want to live. I don't deserve to live. I want you to live."
"I'm already dead, Julian."
"Take my body. I know you can, somehow, I know. If you don't believe me, at least try. You have to live. You have to have your happily ever after with that boyfriend of yours. Promise me."
"I—"
"Promise me!"
"All right! All right. I will try. And I will go after my happy ending if it works. …Thank you, Julian. You don't know how much this means to me."
Elisabeth went into the apartment and found Julian's body and she could feel herself being pulled towards it. She was pulled towards every living body but mostly towards Julian because his grasp on life was so weak. She followed the pull and let herself be sucked in.
And then everything went black.
*****
One Year Later
*****
A young man sat before his laptop computer, laughing uncontrollably. He tried to stifle the sound because he didn't want his mother to hear it but he couldn't stifle it completely.
"I found it," he said. "I can't believe I found it."
Who's the man? he thought.
I don't know, came the answer from another thought voice within his head. Hugh Jackman?
Come on, Elsie, be serious.
All right, who's the man?
Me!
Why?
Because I just found your boyfriend, that's why. And we're going there tonight.
Really? Tonight? Do you have to be that clichéd?
Do you have to be that cynical?
I dunno.
What, nervous?
Unbearably. What if he doesn't like me anymore?
*****
That night the young man showed up on the doorstep of a vampire count.
"My name is Elisabeth Moore," he said. "I have to speak with Aristide Gerhardt Beauregard."