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Chapter 14 of Velma the Vegan Vampire continues from yesterday:
It was Velma’s turn to host games night but Andy was too busy to come so there were just the two of them.
Muriel fetched herself a glass of water. “Your kitchen’s uncharacteristically tidy,” she noticed. “Who are you trying to impress?” she asked jokingly.
“The washing up was part of the ruse,” Velma told her with a smile. “I don’t eat or cook so -“
“So you never actually have any washing up!” Muriel was amazed that that had never occurred to her before.
“Well, I do use mugs, but they usually only need a quick rinse.”
“So you made that mess on purpose? All those dirty plates, and saucepans with burnt-on baked beans – that was to trick us?”
“Trick is not the word I’d choose. I didn’t mean to trick you. Just trying to avoid awkward questions.”
Muriel nodded. “Right. Yeah, I guess you’d have to do that. Makes sense.” She smiled. “Do you have any more secrets?” she couldn’t help asking, “or have you told us everything now?”
Velma smiled again but didn’t reply.
“Tell me!” Muriel demanded eagerly. “You can trust me! You know you can trust me don’t you?”
Velma did want to tell her. She’d never told anybody anything before, and that was lonely. It felt really good to have allies who knew who she really was. She grinned. “Did I tell you I can turn into a bat?”
Muriel choked on her drink. She coughed and spluttered, wiped her mouth on her sleeve and laughed. “No you did not!”
“And a wolf.”
Muriel squealed excitedly and then covered her mouth apologetically for the volume. “Show me!”
Velma became the wolf and growled in her friend’s face before running and jumping out the open window to become the bat. Muriel rushed to the window to watch the bat circling in the night sky and then stepped aside to let the tiny winged creature come back through the window and transform into the woman she knew.
Muriel was in awe and words failed her. Overwhelmed by the enormity of what she’d seen, and the trust bestowed on her, she reached out and hugged her friend. “Your secrets are safe with me,” she whispered.
“I know,” Velma assured her.
“But we are going to tell Andy aren’t we?”
Velma laughed and nodded. “Yes. And maybe Sammy. But absolutely nobody else!”
“Agreed,” Muriel grinned. “Is there any cake?”
“No, sorry, Koda closes at six so I can’t go in there at this time of year.”
“Oh, because of the long days! I never thought of that. Can you go in the summer when it’s cloudy?”
Velma tilted her head and considered. “I guess I could, but it would be risky. There’s no way of being sure if the sun will stay behind the clouds for the whole time between the moment I leave home and the moment I arrive back home. If I get caught in the sun at any moment, whoosh – great ball of fire.”
“Yikes! Maybe I should get the cakes in future then. Biscoff cheesecake’s your favourite isn’t it?”
Velma grinned. “No, I don’t eat -“
Muriel hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. “Doh! That was a trick as well – telling us you’d already eaten and leaving a crumb-filled plate in the kitchen. Wow, I am so gullible. I never noticed that you didn’t eat in front of us! How self-absorbed am I?”
“Not gullible. Trusting. It’s nice.”
Muriel smiled. “And not self-absorbed either, I hope! I just said that to be self-deprecating.”
“And not self-absorbed either!” Velma laughed. “But are you hungry? I do keep the cupboards stocked for you and Andy.”
“Okay, thanks, I’ll go and choose something,” she jumped up like a mischievous child and ran to the kitchen. “Ooh, you’ve got Jeavons bars! Can I have a Rabble?” she called.
“Whatever you want.”
“Ooh, or a caramel.” She thought for a moment before deciding. “Rabble.” Then she put the kettle on because a hot drink was essential with a bar of chewy, nutty, toffee chocolate.
By the time she got back to the living room, clutching the Rabble between her teeth, a cup of coffee in her left hand and a warm mug of blackcurrant for Velma in her right, Velma had set up the Mastermind and chosen her code.
“Your turn to guess,” she told Muriel.
Muriel chose four red fat pegs.
Velma put in one black skinny peg.
“Okay, so now I know there’s one red.” Then Muriel put in four green fat pegs.
Velma shook her head. “Nothing for that.”
“Okay, so now I know there’s one red and no greens in your code.”
“If you do this with every colour you’ll be more than half way through your guesses before you can even start working out which order they’re in.” Velma warned her.
Muriel took a bite of her chewy chocolate bar and looked at her friend thoughtfully. “Velma,” she covered her mouth with her hand to make sure she didn’t spit when she spoke, “how did you become a vampire?”
“I was bitten,” Velma replied succinctly.
“That’s all it takes? Aren’t you worried the people you bite will become vampires?”
“No. I bite them on the wrist, not the neck – that’s how vampires are made.”
“Fascinating.” Muriel raised her eyebrows. “Have you ever bitten anyone on the neck?”
“Only as the wolf or the bat. It’s safe then. But as a woman I never bite on the neck.”
“Because you don’t want to make any more vampires?”
“Yes,” Velma explained, “I don’t want the kind of people I bite to live forever.”
“Good point.”
Velma swallowed a mouthful of blackcurrant. “Try again – use a mixture of colours this time.” She smiled.
“Were you scared, when the vampire bit you?”
“No,” Velma told her, “I was very sad. And angry. She was doing me a favour. And I wanted it.”
“What happened?” Muriel asked sympathetically.
“It’s a long story.”
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