Graverobber reached into the cooler beside him, pulling out a can of soda. He popped it open with just his thumb and brought it to his lips.
“I’m younger than most of the vampires here,” He said, sipping down the drink. “I was born in the year 1858, on April 15th. The name my parents gave me was ‘John Patrick Nolan’, and sometimes my father called me, ‘Jack’ for short,” Graverobber sat the can down; and he adjusted himself so he could hold his son in a more comfortable position. “But my dad died when I was twelve. He had a stroke, he was older.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jackson looked at him apologetically.
Graverobber sighed, looking away. “That’s okay, I don’t really remember him, anyway,” he turned back to Jackson and continued. “When …show more content…
“G-Graverobber? Are you…Jack The Ripper?”
The baby in Graverobber’s arms shifted and squeaked, wanting attention. Graverobber looked down, patting the baby’s back before responding.
“Please don’t be scared of me, Jackson,” He looked up at Jackson, eyes full of tears. “I promise, I don’t do that anymore!”
Jackson put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you did. In fact, I didn’t even…” he trailed off, seeing the remorse in Graverobber’s eyes. They both fell quiet, and Graverobber dried his eyes and continued talking.
“One day, Eris and Dodi’s dad died, and we had to leave. They both snuck us all on a boat full of fruit and zoo animals and that’s how we ended up here. I met Tessa about…” he thought about it. “32 years later.”
“I was twelve when we met,” Tessa spoke up, sticking her arm in the air. “My parents threw me out of the house because I was a waste of food, and I thought if he bit me, my condition would go away,” she groaned. “It didn’t, but he and I did have sex.”
Graverobber tried to smile, but it didn’t work. He handed the baby off to Tessa and buried his face in his hands. Tessa sat up best she could, cradling the baby in one arm and rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder with the
“I’m younger than most of the vampires here,” He said, sipping down the drink. “I was born in the year 1858, on April 15th. The name my parents gave me was ‘John Patrick Nolan’, and sometimes my father called me, ‘Jack’ for short,” Graverobber sat the can down; and he adjusted himself so he could hold his son in a more comfortable position. “But my dad died when I was twelve. He had a stroke, he was older.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jackson looked at him apologetically.
Graverobber sighed, looking away. “That’s okay, I don’t really remember him, anyway,” he turned back to Jackson and continued. “When …show more content…
“G-Graverobber? Are you…Jack The Ripper?”
The baby in Graverobber’s arms shifted and squeaked, wanting attention. Graverobber looked down, patting the baby’s back before responding.
“Please don’t be scared of me, Jackson,” He looked up at Jackson, eyes full of tears. “I promise, I don’t do that anymore!”
Jackson put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you did. In fact, I didn’t even…” he trailed off, seeing the remorse in Graverobber’s eyes. They both fell quiet, and Graverobber dried his eyes and continued talking.
“One day, Eris and Dodi’s dad died, and we had to leave. They both snuck us all on a boat full of fruit and zoo animals and that’s how we ended up here. I met Tessa about…” he thought about it. “32 years later.”
“I was twelve when we met,” Tessa spoke up, sticking her arm in the air. “My parents threw me out of the house because I was a waste of food, and I thought if he bit me, my condition would go away,” she groaned. “It didn’t, but he and I did have sex.”
Graverobber tried to smile, but it didn’t work. He handed the baby off to Tessa and buried his face in his hands. Tessa sat up best she could, cradling the baby in one arm and rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder with the