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Robin's POV
I pulled off my jacket and handed it to NJ. Why? Because she's a newborn vampire, and my scent would help her keep her bloodlust in check. It's like a security blanket, but make it me.
To be fair, NJ's doing a good job at resisting her impulses. There've been a few close calls, but it's not her fault. Who would've guessed she'd run into her blood singer so soon after turning? Most vampires don't stumble across their blood singer until a few decades in. Talk about bad timing.
But hey, this isn't my first rodeo. I've fostered more newborn vampires than most. And before you ask—no, the Volturi don't count. Those creeps (excluding the female vamps, who are fabulous) aren't exactly nurturing. Honestly, they should consider switching to a matriarchy. Might clean up their act a little.
Speaking of the Volturi, I'm planning to take them on soon. Not to overthrow them—don't worry, I'm not looking to add "Vampire Queen" to my resume. The plan is to free Marcus's mate and let him handle the rest. Aro's fate is still up in the air. I don't want to kill him; his mate is nice, and I'm not about to get on her bad side. She's helped me in the past getting 'close' to the female vamps(lotta green hats were knitted during this stay.)—especially during Aro's meltdown when he found out about my soul-bound children. (Long story, and no, I don't feel like explaining it.)
Anyway, back to the present. We were on the road to Alaska, but first, tradition demanded a pit stop at this diner. Nasu and I actually eat the food while the others pretend. NJ gave it a shot, but, well…
"Are you okay, NJ?" I asked, trying not to laugh as she spat a bite of burger into a napkin, her face twisted in disgust.
"This is disgusting," she groaned, holding her stomach like she'd been poisoned.
"Yeah, no kidding," I replied, cringing. "But could you not spit it out in front of me? I have a weak stomach for stuff like that."
Rosalie smirked. "Really, Robin? You've literally disemboweled people and yet a little chewed food grosses you out?"
"First of all, rude. Second, there's a difference. Disembowelment is art. Spit? That's just gross."
NJ looked up, pale and miserable. "Do I have to pretend to eat? Can't I just… hold the food and look interested?"
"Nope," Nasu chimed in, taking a big bite of his fries. "Gotta sell the illusion. You're a vampire now, NJ. Start acting like you've got Oscar potential."
"Easy for you to say," NJ shot back. "You're actually eating it. This tastes like cardboard dipped in sadness."
I chuckled and patted her shoulder. "You'll fit right in with the Denali coven. They're a bunch of good people who love drama and snacks they can't actually eat."
Rosalie chuckled at that, but NJ frowned. "So, just to clarify, this coven we're visiting—they're like your cousins, but not really?"
"Pretty much," I replied.
Rosalie nodded. "Cousins in spirit, but not in blood. Though honestly, the family tree gets so tangled it doesn't even matter anymore."
Nasu leaned back, smirking. "Don't worry, NJ. You'll fit in perfectly with them. They love blondes with a dramatic streak."
NJ narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you're loud, dramatic, and stubborn," Nasu said casually.
Before NJ could retort, Rosalie smacked Nasu on the arm. "Don't insult the newborn," she scolded, though her tone was teasing.
"I'm just saying, she's got the vibe," Nasu replied, grinning.
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Can we not traumatize NJ before we even get to Alaska? She's already dealing with enough."
As we sat in the diner parking lot, a couple nearby caught our attention. They were having what looked like a romantic moment—until the man started talking.
"Bethany," he said in a low voice, "I swear, I'm leaving her. She just doesn't make me feel alive anymore, not like you do."
"Gross," Rosalie muttered, wrinkling her nose.
"What's gross?" NJ asked.
"They're cheaters," Rosalie replied, her tone dripping with disdain. "And they smell awful."
Nasu sniffed the air and grimaced. "Yeah, that's not passion they're feeling—it's chlamydia."
I snorted so hard I nearly choked on my fries. "Nasu, don't!"
"What? It's true," he said, grinning.
NJ, meanwhile, looked utterly horrified. "Wait, you can smell that?"
"Enhanced senses, baby," I said, smirking. "Welcome to the wonderful world of vampirism. We can smell everything, including things we wish we couldn't."
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Honestly, they deserve each other. Cheaters like that—ugh. Humans are so messy."
"Hey, you were human once," I reminded her.
"Yeah, and I didn't cheat," Rosalie shot back.
NJ turned to me, a sly smile on her face. "Didn't you marry some guy back in the day, Robin?"
NJ!!!!! NANI THE FUCK!!!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, holding up my hands. "That was a different life. Let's not dig up ancient history, okay?"
Rosalie smirked. "Ancient history, huh? Sounds like someone's deflecting."
"Don't make me pull over this car," I warned, only half-joking.
As we got back on the road, NJ groaned again, clutching her stomach.
"Are you seriously still complaining about the burger?" I asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
"It feels like my stomach is trying to escape my body," she moaned.
Rosalie and Nasu burst out laughing, and even I had to bite back a grin.
"Don't worry," I said. "Every newborn tries human food at least once. You'll get over it."
"And by 'get over it,' she means you'll learn to vomit discreetly," Nasu added.
NJ glared at him. "Thanks for the support."
"Hey, it's a rite of passage," I said. "You're officially a vampire now. Congratulations!"
The rest of the drive was relatively uneventful, save for the occasional argument over music. (Rosalie hated my taste, NJ didn't know half the songs, and Nasu insisted on singing every word to every song, even when he didn't know the lyrics.)
When we finally crossed into Canada, I grinned. "Next stop, Alaska. Let's hope the Denali clan is ready for us."
Rosalie groaned. "Robin, if the Denali sisters flirt with you again, I'm letting them have you."
"Jealous much? Besides, you know it's mostly a joke" I teased.
"No," she said, her tone icy. "I just don't want to deal with their drama, and mostly?"
"Relax, you know they're old old, so they're like hippies when it comes to love, pretty open to 'giving love' ..." I said, smirking. "I only have eyes for you."
From the backseat, Nasu whispered to NJ, "She's totally lying."
"I heard that!" I called back, laughing.
And so, with banter flying and chaos in the air, we continued our journey to Alaska. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours—and that was enough.
The drive to Alaska was stretching on, and the boredom had set in fast. I mean, sure, we had good company, but when you're stuck in a car for hours, even immortal patience has its limits. The thing is, we vampires have a lot going for us—speed, strength, sparkling skin—but we haven't figured out how to make road trips any less mind-numbing.
To kill time, I decided to do what any responsible driver does: mess with everyone in the car.
"Okay," I announced, "time for a game. Let's play 'Two Truths and a Lie.'"
Rosalie groaned. "Really, Robin? We're not twelve."
"Oh, come on," I said. "It's either this or I start singing Broadway show tunes, and I know none of you are ready for my rendition of Defying Gravity."
Nasu immediately perked up. "As ususal, I do not now what that song is, I still don't get your gift, but I vote for show tunes."
"Shut up, Nasu," Rosalie and NJ said in unison.
"Fine," NJ grumbled. "I'll start. Two truths and a lie, right? Okay, here goes: I've never kissed anyone. I once stole a car. And I think Robin's jacket smells like wet dog."
I whipped my head around so fast I nearly swerved off the road. "Excuse me? My jacket smells amazing, thank you very much. It's like vanilla and danger."
Nasu sniffed the air dramatically. "I hate to break it to you, but NJ might be onto something. There's definitely a hint of 'wet Labrador' in there."
Rosalie snorted. "Finally, someone said it."
"I hate all of you, and if it smells dog, i'ts probabaly you, when you shifted." I muttered, tightening my grip on the wheel. "And for the record, NJ, the lie is the car theft. You're too soft to steal anything."
NJ smirked. "Wrong. The lie is that I've never kissed anyone. I stole a car when I was sixteen."
Nasu leaned forward, looking impressed. "Wait, what? You stole a car? What kind? also, it's weird to ask, but haven't you been filmed? wasn't there as kiss scene?"
"A 1960 Chevy Impala," NJ said, her face smug. "Took it for a joyride around the block. Got caught immediately."
"Of course you got caught," Rosalie said, rolling her eyes. "Amateur."
NJ glared. "Excuse me? And how many cars have you stolen?"
Rosalie smirked. "I don't steal. I 'reclaim.'"
"That's rich coming from someone who doesn't even drive," I said, earning myself a sharp glare from Rosalie.
Yep, Rosie was still not good with driving, but she does love love looooove them, she can even do minor fix ups with the cars we have. soon enough we'll have that hot car babe Rosie!
"Not everyone needs to drive, Robin," she snapped. "Some of us prefer to be chauffeured around like queens."
"Well, Your Majesty, I hope you're enjoying the royal road trip," I shot back.
We eventually stopped for gas in a small town, mostly because NJ was complaining about "feeling carsick." Which, by the way, is impossible for a vampire, but try telling that to her.
While I filled up the tank, NJ, Nasu, and Rosalie wandered off to stretch their legs. I caught NJ staring at a vending machine like it was a puzzle she couldn't solve.
"What's wrong now?" I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans.
"Why are there so many flavors of chips?" NJ asked, pointing to the brightly colored bags behind the glass. "In my day, we had plain potato chips. That's it. What the hell is 'sour cream and onion' supposed to taste like?"
Why are you talking like you're an old lady?
"It tastes like childhood disappointment," I said. "But if you want the real experience, try 'salt and vinegar.' That one tastes like regret and a bad breakup."
"Sounds appetizing," NJ muttered.
Rosalie came back holding a pack of gum, looking smug. "Look what I found."
"Gum?" Nasu asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really? What are you, a teenager?"
"No, but it gives me something to do," Rosalie replied, popping a piece into her mouth.
"Yeah, until you accidentally swallow it," I said. "Then it'll sit in your stomach for seven years. That's science."
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "We don't have stomachs anymore, Robin. Try to keep up."
"Details," I muttered.
Back on the road, I decided to liven things up by tuning into a local radio station. A peppy DJ was announcing a contest for concert tickets, and I had a sudden, brilliant idea.
"Nasu," I said, grinning, "call the station. Let's win those tickets."
"Why?" he asked. "We can't even go to concerts. You know, sunlight and all that?"
"That's not the point," I said. "The point is to win."
Nasu sighed but I pulled over a gas station to use their phone, and then compelled the owner to ignore us, Rosalie and NJ were still in the car.. "Fine. What's the question?"
The DJ's voice crackled through the speakers: "What year did Elvis Presley release 'Can't Help Falling in Love'?"
Nasu froze. "Uh…"
"1961!" NJ blurted out from the backseat.
"Are you sure?" Nasu asked, hesitating.
"Yes, I'm sure!" NJ said. "I was alive when it came out, remember? Marilyn Monroe, remember? I knew the guy"
Nasu dialed the number and repeated the answer, his voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. To our surprise, he actually got it right, and the DJ congratulated him on air.
"Congratulations, caller! You've just won two tickets to see Elvis Presley live in Las Vegas!"
We erupted into cheers—well, mostly mine. NJ was laughing so hard she looked like she might implode.
"Congrats, Nasu," I said, wiping fake tears from my eyes. "You just won tickets to a concert we can't attend. Truly, you're the hero of this road trip. Now, let go on"
"Hey, don't blame me," Nasu said, grinning. "I just did what you told me to."
Rosalie shook her head. "This is why humans think vampires are weird. You're making us look bad, Robin."
"First of all, vampires were already weird," I shot back. "Second, I think we're killing it right now. Literally and metaphorically."
By the time we hit the next stretch of highway, the sky was darkening, and I could feel the energy in the car shifting. Everyone was starting to get cranky.
"I need to hunt," NJ muttered.
"No, you need to hold it," I said. "We're not stopping again until we hit Alaska."
"That's easy for you to say," NJ snapped. "You've had centuries to get your cravings under control."
"Don't make me pull this car over," I warned, glaring at her in the rearview mirror.
Nasu leaned forward, grinning. "Do it, Robin. Show her your 'mom voice.'"
"Don't tempt me," I muttered.
As the night wore on, we found ourselves stuck behind a slow-moving truck. I was about two seconds away from losing my mind when Nasu spoke up.
"Robin, just pass the truck," he said.
"I can't," I replied. "There's no room."
"Since when do vampires care about traffic laws?" Nasu asked.
"Since we don't want to draw attention," I snapped. "Do you want to get pulled over? Because I don't feel like explaining to a cop why none of us have driver's licenses, and why we have someone whi looks like the presumedly dead Marilyn Monroe in the nbackseat".
"That's fair," Nasu said, sitting back in his seat.
Eventually, we pulled into a rest stop for a bathroom break. Not because we needed one, but because NJ wouldn't stop complaining about "stiff legs."
What even is she sayying, she can't have stiff legs. Oh I guess since they're technically dead allready, their whole body is stiff.
While the others wandered off, I stayed by the car, leaning against the hood and staring up at the stars. It was quiet, peaceful—until I heard a rustling noise behind me.
I turned to see NJ holding a squirrel by the tail, looking both confused and horrified.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.
"It ran into me," NJ said defensively. "What was I supposed to do?"
"Not pick it up like a psychopath?" I suggested.
"Do you want it?" NJ asked, holding the squirrel out like it was a peace offering.
"No, I don't want it!" I snapped. "Put it down! Don't tell me you actually initially planned to drain it's blood? it soenst have much"
NJ huffed and set the squirrel back on the ground, where it promptly bolted into the bushes.
"Sometimes I worry about you," I muttered, shaking my head.
"You're the one who raised me, for sometime" NJ shot back.
By the time we got back on the road, everyone was exhausted. Nasu was slumped in his seat, Rosalie was glaring out the window, and NJ was sulking in the back.
"Only a few more hours," I said, trying to sound optimistic.
"Hours?" NJ groaned. "I thought we were almost there!"
"Welcome to road trips," I said. "They're endless, soul-crushing, and make you question your life choices."
"Kind of like being around you," Rosalie muttered.
I shot her a look. "Keep that up, and I'll start singing show tunes again."
The threat worked, and the car fell into blessed silence—for about five minutes. Then Nasu started humming "Can't Help Falling in Love," and all hell broke loose again.
And so, we continue on.
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AN: OK... I already warned y'all that the next chaps will be more likely mid, then picks up, then off again. Well . Thats what yah get when your author is unstable 😂.
So to address the hating on Robin or Rosalie stuff ...their issue will end soon. I already sent a long ass comment in the last chap about it.
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I'll soon post the new story for the patrons and then launch it here after. That one is oretty much just gonna be my version of bulls**t MC, mostly fun, loved by the world. Imma try to stick with feel good stuff on that one. But, simce the character needs a good BG story, and tragedy is what I'm familiar with, this is a heads up ok, and its GAY as F, so yeah.
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