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It was yet again time for Gyro’s weekly appointment. You’d think as a surgeon he wouldn’t need that many. But these weren’t exactly willing appointments. Nor was he the one scheduling them.
In fact, he never even had to get up and go to his appointments. Instead, they always came to him. In the dead of night. In the form of a rather scrawny boy in a wheelchair forcing open his door and rolling into his apartment.
“That time again.” Gyro drawls. He knew it as well as the annoyed creature across from him.
“What are you doing up? It’s the middle of the night.”
“You wake me up every time you do this. Might as well stay up.”
“Ugh. It’s like you’re not even listening to me.” His tiny companion turns around and closes the door.
The angry creature currently invading his home was not a friend. He wasn’t even a human. Gyro was stupid enough to fall into the trap of none other than a real live vampire.
Yeah, it sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? Sometimes Gyro has to wonder if this is an elaborate bad joke. But the litters of bites across his arms and neck would say otherwise.
As stated before, this was not a situation Gyro willingly got himself into. He was sentimental. Coming home from work and he just felt so bad for the ‘homeless handsome young man’ outside his apartment.
He made the mistake of inviting the monster inside. Happily offering him his couch. And what did he get? That’s right. Jumped and two sharp fangs in the side of his neck.
But it didn’t end like that.
In fact, that was the very beginning as his attacker rose off of him with a sharp,
“What the fuck is this?!”
Gyro never thought he’d see a vampire in disgust. Not that he ever believed in them to begin with. It wasn’t even comical. There was no shouting and jumping around. The vampire’s words were cold and with only a hint of emotion. Gyro was already insulted but it didn’t end there.
“This is terrible. Are you even drinking any water? This might as well be paste. Fish paste.”
Gyro had to hold his still bleeding neck in shock and growing annoyance. Maybe he had a chance if he had gotten up then. Had run or had fought. But what did he do?
He argued. “I’m not paste. I’ve got normal blood. Who are you to judge? You’re some blood-sucking monster.”
“Me? I’m the ultimate judge. I know what’s good. Healthy, fresh stock. I thought by the looks of you that you were going to be a fine meal. But this is terrible.”
“Then go find another victim then.”
“What is wrong with you? You look young. Only the elderly and the sick taste this bad. When was the last time you ate.”
“Yesterday.” Gyro rolls his eyes.
“Yesterday.” The vampire seethed. “Are you a walking corpse? You have to eat.”
“I was going to eat after I dealt with what I thought was a helpless man on the street.”
“Oh don’t use me as an excuse. Have you not been to a doctor? Three meals a day.”
“I am a doctor.”
“You must be terrible at it then.”
“And you’re terrible at picking victims. So we’re even.”
The vampire pouted. Despite being a creature of the night it was closer to an upset kitten than a fierce, dangerous glower. “No. We are not. We’re fixing this right now.”
Gyro would have thought that the vampire would strike him again. Get violent. Yell at him perhaps. But no. He pulled out a phone. And ordered delivery.
That was just the first of Gyro’s troubles.
“Don’t you have other people to much on, Jojo?” Gyro asks as he leans down to get in Johnny’s face.
“I told you not to call me that. Johnny. Johnny only.” Johnny tsks.
“No.” Gyro had to take what he could get here. Johnny was annoyed by his nicknames. Any of them. So that’s just what he got.
“You know I can always bite down harder,” Johnny says in his usual monotone.
“You’re literally draining the life out of me. It’s not going to matter much if it’s gentle or not.”
Johnny glares at him and turns to the back of his wheelchair, pulling his backpack to his lap.
Gyro leans back on his counter. Johnny had brought something again it seems.
Now. You might see this and think, just run. Get out of there.
It wasn’t really that simple. See turns out some of that vampiric stuff they’d show in the movies was true. One of them being hypnotism. Gyro wasn’t stupid. The second time the vampire came into his house unexpectedly he ran right out. He only got to the front door before Johnny grabbed his wrist and talked in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard. His whole mind became mush and he happily sat back down on his couch just waiting to be bit. He was so dazed he just nodded along to Johnny talking about the iron supplements he brought for Gyro. He even took them before getting feasted on one more.
Gyro didn’t try that again. At least he got to keep his mind like this.
“Are you getting enough vitamin D in your diet?” Johnny asks.
“I think you’re the one in need of D.”
Johnny blinks slow. “Funny.”
“Nyoho, yeah I am quick with it.”
“So you’re not then.”
“I’ve seen your notes. You should pay me back for all of this lost ink by the way.” Gyro picks up the post-it note that was left on his headboard their last appointment.
“You’re not using those pens for anything.”
Gyro crumples up the note and walks to his trash can. He makes a show out of throwing it out. Johnny simply stares at him before opening up his bag.
“Any stakes in there?” Gyro asks.
“Yes.” Johnny pulls out a container and places it on the countertop. “There’s steak in the stir fry.”
Gyro fights to contain his laugh and looks away. “Okay…that one was funny. A bit.”
“I labeled them for the week.” Johnny points at the top of various containers he pulls out. They look suspiciously like the post-it notes Gyro has in his house. “Wash the containers after.”
“Wash your own containers.” Gyro sighs.
Johnny rolls past Gyro to Gyro’s shelves and pulls out a drawer. He collects his old cleaned containers and stacks them on his lap.
Gyro looks to the door. Cant run. But he could just leave. Move out of here and leave whatever sucker moves in next to be eaten up. Yeah. Then he wouldn’t get lectures on ‘proper exercise’ and ‘a balanced diet’. Or whatever new thing Johnny came up with. It’d just be him and work again… Gyro sighs.
“You’re staring off into space a lot. Probably from lack of sleep.” Johnny says his last words with tension.
“You’re waking me up every time. What do you care if I don’t sleep?”
“You need to. Your body rests and refreshes. Everything gunks up without it.” Johnny places down a book from his bag. “This is why I have to keep coming around. If you just had common sense I wouldn’t have to take care of you.”
“Take care of me ? You’re a danger to my health.”
“You weren’t even treating your anemia before me.” Johnny rolls his eyes. “Or eating at work. I don’t even eat but I have to make meals for you.”
“I didn’t ask for that.”
“If I didn’t you’d have nothing but pizza, beer, and coffee until you died.” Johnny points to the book. “But that’s what this is for. I can make you meals for work but I can bet you’re not eating breakfast or you’re having trash. So I got you this.”
Gyro walks over and picks up the book. A cookbook. Wow. Like he couldn’t cook for himself. He just went for the fast and cheap options. But no. His little bloodsucker couldn’t have that.
Gyro opens up the book and starts to flip through it. He tilts his head. This didn’t look professional. “You made this?”
“Yes.”
“Why not just buy a book?”
“A lot of those have things that are bad for you. It was easier to make one myself. I went to way too many stores already.” Johnny sighs.
Gyro scans through the book. There was a lot of familiar foods here. Spinach. Tomato. Liver. Walnuts. Ginger. Onion. Wait.
Wait.
There was a common thread here.
Gyro slams the book closed as he turns to Johnny. “You picked out these recipes yourself?”
“Some are my own,” Johnny says, zipping up his bag. “They shouldn’t be hard.”
“It’s not about that! These are all foods that help with blood flow and blood count. You’re just trying to make me tastier for you!”
“Not tastier.” Johnny sets his bag back on his chair. “Easier. The fresh blood is just a bonus.”
Gyro groans, holding his head in his hands.
He really should move.