You Suck: A Love Story

threw her Nintendog cartridge under the tire of the91 midnight express bus.
    And now she had been chosen by a real creature of the night, and she would be true to her word: she had shed her perkiness. She sipped her hot chocolate, and studied the vampire Flood across the table.
    How clever, that he could appear as just a simple, clueless guy-but then, he could probably take many shapes.
    “I could be a slave to your darkest desires,” Abby said. “I can do things. Anything you want.”
    The vampire Flood commenced a coughing fit. When he had control again, he said, “Well, that’s terrific, because we have a lot of laundry piled up and the apartment is a wreck.”
    He was testing her. Seeing if she was worthy before bringing her into his world. “Anything you desire, my lord. I can do laundry, clean, bring you small creatures to quench your thirst until I am worthy.”
    The vampire Flood snickered. “This is so cool,” he said. “You’ll do my laundry, just like that?”
    Abby knew she had to tread carefully here, not fall for his trap. “Anything,” she said.
    “Have you ever gone apartment hunting?”
    “Sure,” she lied.
    “Okay, you can start tomorrow first thing. You need to find us an apartment.”
    Abby was horrified. She hadn’t really tried on the idea of leaving her old life so quickly. But all that would mean nothing when she became immortal, and ran with the children of the night. But her mom was going to be pissed. “I can’t move in right away, my lord. I have affairs to put in order before I make the change.”
    The vampire Flood smiled, his fangs barely visible now. “Oh, it’s not for you. There’s another.” He paused and leaned across the table. “An elder,” he whispered.
    There was another? Was she to become the sacrifice to a whole coven of the undead? Well, what ever.
    Lily would be so jealous. “As you please, my lord,” she said.
    “You might want to chill with the ‘my lord’ stuff,” Flood said.
    “Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. You know this all has to be completely secret, right?”
    “Right. Secret.”
    “I mean, I’m okay with it, but the other, the elder, she has a terrible temper.”
    “She?”
    “Yeah, you know, an Irish redhead.”
    “A Celtic countess, then? The one who was with you at Walgreens?”
    “Exactly.”
    “Sweet!” Abby blurted out. She couldn’t help it. She immediately tried to hide her latent perkiness by biting the edge of her cocoa cup.
    “You’ve got chocolate, here.” The vampire Flood gestured to her lip. “Kind of a marshmallow mustache.”
    “Sorry,” Abby said, wiping her mouth furiously with the back of her fishnet glove, smearing her black lipstick across the side of her face.
    “It’s okay,” said the vampire Flood. “It’s cute.”
    “Fuck!” Abby said.

9 – It’s Like Time Travel, Only,
    You Know, Slower…
    THE CHRONICLES OF ABBYNORMAL:
    Tortured Victim of the Daylight Dwellers So here I am again, to open my veins and spill my pain onto your pages. My dark friend, after sixteen years of totally boring existence, I come to you at last with a glimmer of hope to break through the gloomth that is my miserable life. OMG! I have found him! Or I should say, he has found me.
    That’s right, my Dark Lord has found me. A for-real vampyre. He is called the vampyre Flood, and he didn’t say, but I think he is descended fromEurope an royalty-a viscount or a discount or one of those.
    I was in Walgreens with Jared when we saw him-and OMFG he’s so hot, in a totally stealth way. I would have thought he was just a totally mainstream geek or something, with his flannel shirt and jeans, but he asked us about buying syringes and I totally saw his fangs come out. So, I was like, “I can hook you up with my dealer,” like that, and then he looked at my T-shirt and saw Byron’s picture on it and he quoted “She Walks in Beauty,” which is like my favorite poem next to the one by Baudelaire about his girlfriend being nothing but worm food, except that Lily called that one first because Baudelaire is her fave poet and so she got the shirt with him on it, even though Byron is way more scrumptious and I would do him on sharp gravel if I had the chance.
    So I went home and changed my clothes and fixed my makeup, and when we got to Glas Kat we breezed by the door like we were twenty-five or something. Jared made our IDs himself at Kinkos and we both look so mature in our pictures, although I think he overdid it with