Interview With A Vampire.

[Byron Hicks]

The pure focus high I was on right now was really something else. It truly felt like things were really coming together. For the first time in like a long time...In like forever... My blood bank, was on ice. Not to mention it was at an all time high. Thanks, to the unknowing and unsuspecting; W.W.S. fans. Autograph for a pint anyone? Ha. And not to mention the occasional hitchhiker on the road in between long stretches of highway or trucking rest area. “Lot Lizards” cruising for a truckin’ John, only to fall victim to a meet and greet with my pearly, whites. It also appeared that my W.W.S. career was seemingly going fine, I guess? I did try and break the knee of Eddie North, failed I might add. But, that was for the best. I did have to stick around for a while and see where things take me. But, the absolute best part was that I had found Felicity, and she said she gonna help me in my pursuit.


And now here I was…


Sitting in the back locker rooms of some run down venue in Lakeland, Florida. Waiting for the first interview I had ever given...But, I was still in disbelief that I ran into her again, especially in some ran down bar in, Florida. She told me that she had been traveling around with a circus...Yeah, you guessed it, alright. As freaking fortune teller. Ha. She also told me that she’d almost hit the floor; when she heard I was in the W.W.S. now. Amazed, that I had finally found the first sign, after all this time of looking. We stayed there at the bar until it closed, catching up on how things had been. Then that’s when it started to happen again. I started to feel something inside myself. I think maybe that I was starting to become attached to her? And her smile. “Really, a witch?” Is all I kept hearing; a little voice inside my head tell me. Repeatedly. Was I mad as Holden had protested? I mean just cause witches and vampires didn’t really like each other...That all meant nothing, right? Why else would she of decided to come with me, tonight? First, she’s had only said that she would help me, search for the next sign. She didn’t say anything about this... Nothing about coming out to the ring with me. Not until this morning, when she called my cell phone. But, I’m not getting ahead of myself...First, things first. And that was my match tonight. Another chance to pull to the wool over everyone’s eyes, I had to be careful not to hurt anyone.


She was finishing getting ready in the women’s locker room, preparing for her debut as a valet for an actual professional wrestler. We both laughed about that on the way into the building. She said she had something else that she could mark off her bucket list. And I had to ask her what that was...She stared blankly for second before laughing even harder, after realizing why, I didn’t know. I thought it quite sad myself, but I didn’t let it show. I didn’t want to let a good and memorable moment like that to become tarnished and ruined with my own personal outlook on the human existence. It was definitely different and dark to say the least. But, she might just be the one to change that. Because, at that very moment she had came marching into the room as the door swung open. I was in awe at her sexiness, it felt like my cold dead heart was suddenly, about to start beating once more. She now stood in front of me looking like she thought she had done something wrong, as look of confusion came upon her face. I must of let my jaw hit the floor forsure. Because, without hesitation she spoke.


“What?” She asks with a sly-smirkish grin.


“Nothing?” I said offstandish; looking away.


“Whatever, Asher! At least tell me... How do I look?” She asked spinning around in a circle, modeling the outfit. .


“Like a Crooked Carney.” I said poking fun at her insecurities. Both with her looks and current profession.


“Shut the hell up!” She said kicking me as I sat on a metal chair in front of a row of lockers.


“Where is everyone? All the other hot male wrestlers?” She ask with a giggle.


“They all have been here for hours before we got here, remember? I might even be fined. Because, it took us so, long picking up that your little outfit, you're wearing.” I said semi annoyed yet, still somewhat poking fun.


“Oh, yeah that is right..Worth it though, right?” She asked with a smile. Her white teeth beaming out from behind the black lipstick she now wore.


Just then the door opened again this time just barely, as the head of W.W.S interviewer, Bryce Montgomery poked inside.


“You ready?” Bryce asked as he waved his microphone in his hand.


“Yeah, sure come on in?” I replied standing up from the chair.


“Okay, you guys set up there and you two stand right there where you are.” Bryce said directed in a small production crew.


Felicity, looked a little nervous. I couldn’t blame her...Not everyday a witch yet alone a vampire appear on the television. I took her by the hand and pulled her closer to my side, before dropping her hand back down to her side.. Bryce took the usual spot next to the talent as he then motioned to the camera crew to queue it up. After a countdown and deep breath from Bryre the interview was now underway.


Bryce: “Welcome ladies and Gentlemen. I’m coming to from the locker room of the venue here in Lakeland, Florida. Standing here next to me is none other than newly acquired talent, Asher Daniels. And his escort for the evening, who might I ask you are, missy?”


Felicity: “I think the correct term is, Manager? Do I look like one of these other sleazy girls you see around, Lakeland? Are you going to offer me money next, Bryce? Geez...The name is Felicity by the way.”


Bryce: “Moving on…(He said awkwardly) Asher, last week you had your first match here in the W.W.S. Really, is was your first professional wrestling match ever, in fact. Any thoughts on how you think the match turned out?”


Asher: “I had to make a point to make. And so, I got myself disqualified. I would've easily won that match. But, where's the excitement in that? Do you meatbags not enjoy the occasional spontaneous outbursts of pain? The fans did...I seen them squirm with empathy, as North; cried out like a pubescent child. Whose mommy had taken away their prized binky. Or do you want me to play by the rules. Even when every someone tried and mock, what I am to my face. No. I had to make it clear, that even though, I am a supernatural being… I’ll play fair and won’t snap your neck after drinking you dry during our match. But,I have no problem snapping freaking knee, ending your career.”


Bryce: “Speaking of someone mocking what you are...Did you happen to see the interview given by your opponent? Where he also compared you to a teen drama movie, for old women? What are your thoughts on what he had to say and your ever approaching match together here, tonight”


Asher: “Isn’t fighting for originality there is he now, Bryce?”


We all three a shared a little chuckle together at the stupidity. Felicity, even wipes away a black tear from her milky white skin.


Asher: “Seriously, come original or don’t come at all. Then this guy claims to be my family and I was his brother. This guy really is a fucking joke. But, not a funny one. Then this fool starts bringing up my parents murders, like he knows something or some shit. Like really? What does this guy think he is doing? Trying get under my skin? How cute? Don’t you think, Felicity?”


Felicity: “Very cute. Not smart. But, cute.”


Asher: “I’m dealing with things that this little boy couldn’t possibly comprehend. So, he acts just like the maron before him, when faced with something he fears and doesn't understand. Resorting to spewing out the mouth with garbage and hollow threats. Lashing out like a runt in a litter of wolves. Fighting and howling with all his might, just to get a tit. But, just getting kicked to the side by the bigger and stronger of the pack. Let’s be clear...You Sir, are no brother of mind. And we all know what happens to the runt in a litter of wolves. If you were my brother, mother wouldn’t have to eat you...I would of done it for her. Who know maybe tonight I just might.”


With the last word leaving my mouth. I abruptly took Felicity, by the hand once more and headed out of the room. Walking right out of the interview. I was ready to get this over with and go do what we had planned. If this kid wanted to be my brother...Well, it was time to have some of the good ole’ brotherly, bonding time. I could feel the excitement from Felicity, as her heart was beginning to beat faster now. As we made our way down the hallway towards the entrance that led out to the ring. I had decided... This time I wasn’t going to throw the match. No, this time I would try and win... Not because, I cared if I did. Just thought it would be nice for Felicity, to experience that. Plus, if I win she might let me...oh, nevermind.