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// Chapter 3 
// Story: A Student & VP CAN Get Along 
// by TwiPON3 
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Twenty Minutes Later




Seth was pulling the car into his driveway, just like any other day, and everything was more-or-less normal for the given circumstances; Seth's Yugo was at the shop, his ears were ringing from the super-loud engine, Greg and his band were getting ready for a gig in Nevada, so they were going in one of his friend's van, the garage was open, equipment being loaded in the van. And an ancient pizza.
"Typical," he said, getting out of the station wagon and going in the medium-sized, split-level house, "So thirsty."
It wasn't a particularly nice house in the best part of town, but it got the job done, and hadn't been burnt down yet because of a bad computer power supply (or whatever dangerous electrical maneuver Seth would try at any given time), so that was a good thing.
Throwing his stuff down on the sofa in the living room, he went downstairs to his basement and took a Yeti cup of blood from a hidden mini-fridge, then came back upstairs and sat at the kitchen table with his fangs out, red irises, and outstretched wings. Good Lord, he needed that. Greg, after a minute, came in the kitchen to get something to drink.
"Oh my God!"
Seth looked up from his laptop, "What?"
"What've you done with Seth!?"
"Greg," Seth replied, standing up and going over to him, "I am Seth."
"What?" Greg said, disregarding everything he'd seen in the past thirty seconds, "Oh! It's for school! Good one," he said before making his offer as his band began to play, "Care to come with us? You'd really help the show."
"No. And I am a real vampire," Seth said before drinking some more, "Since August 2014."
"So... in the cup...?"
"Blood."
There was an awkward silence in the room as Greg realized how oblivious he had been to things.
"Wow. So... how do you..."
"People at the hospital would rather me go in and take a lot of blood from a bank than to get bitten themselves."
More awkward silence, but this time, Seth broke it.
"Is this supposed to be a tour gig?"
"Just in Vegas."
"I may fly in and see it."
"Also, what's with the commie stuff?"
"Bullies. Mostly idiots."
"How'd you handle it?"
"With my dud pistol."
"So, you didn't go vampire on 'em?"
"I had to give them a warning. Next time, I ain't being gentle."
"Good for you."
"Straight for the neck."
"Wow," Greg replied, getting nervous as Seth looked as he was about to lunge, "Um... are you...?"
"Yes," came the sinister reply as his pupils turned to vertical slits, "Like," he jumped on Greg, "THIS!!!!!"
The next thirty or so seconds was of the musician recovering from what may have been the world's shortest massive heart attack.
"You should've seen your face," the vampire said as the musician began to down a can of Pepsi.
"That's not funny."
"Okay, I get it. I owe you a pair of pants."
The musician responded with a pissed growl.
"Okay," he said, "What?"
"Come clean. Everything. Now."
"Lover girl is a vampire, too. The whole shebangbang."
"Yo, Greg! We gotta leave now if we're gonna make Vegas!"
"Coming!" he replied, then turned back to the vampire, "We'll figure this out when I get back."
"Yeah."
At that, Greg and his band loaded their junk and left, leaving the house to Seth.
"Alright," he said, taking $500 from the kitchen drawer, "I'm bored."
He waited a few minutes before leaving, just to make sure they were gone, then got the keys to the station wagon. One of Greg's bandmates were nice enough to get the majority of the paint off of the glass (though it now had a Soviet-Red tint).
"I guess they're nice people."