Feminine Woes

Over the next week, Jean-Claude and Edward got to know each other, which was a rather odd feeling, getting to know Death. He also found out Death's food preferences, sleeping schedule... and... tampon preferences. And through it all, he'd acted as if Edward was sexless. It was saner.

Edward leaned forward in his chair. Jean-Claude hadn't laid a finger on him all week. It was almost disappointing...

"Your pizza should be here shortly, Edward." Jean-Claude ambled out of his bedroom, buttoning his shirt.

Edward looked away form the vampire's chest. "Thanks."

"De rien, Morte." The vampire seated himself, pulling out a folder from Guilty Pleasures, which he began to skim through.

"So... uh... how's work?" He asked, trying to make idle conversation.

Jean-Claude glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, quirking a brow. "Tis... work. Men taking off their clothing, women swooning... the other clubs are well..."

"Awesome." Edward said sighed. The last week had been boring with only Jason around to keep him company and that was like a rabbit and a lion hanging out.

"Is there something wrong, Edward? Other than the obvious..."

"Nope, just bored." He bit his lip. God, Jean-Claude's voice should be banned.

"I own many books. You are welcome to anything I have." Jean-Claude went back to his papers.

Edward''s female mind went straight to having Jean-Claude's body. "Uh, thanks, but I'm fine."

The vampire sighed. "Edward, if you are bored, do something. Do not simply sit there, stare at moi, and complain about boredom."

"Fine then talk to me."

"What do you wish to talk about?" Jean-Claude put his papers down, fighting the urge to sigh. Again. It was so much harder to ignore Death when he had to look at him.

"Like why you've been ignoring me all week? You are like hot and cold water." Edward demanded. Shit, good one Eddy. He hadn't meant to say that to him. He didn't want another man. He didn't...well maybe a little.

Jean-Claude laughed softly. "Careful, Morte. You sound like a woman."

"Shut up." He said grumpily.

"I thought you wished me to talk?"

"Then talk about something. I don't care what. Just talk."

"Why did you come to me, Edward?" Jean-Claude looked the blonde in the eye, his face utterly serious. "Why Moi and not someone else?"

"Who else did I have to go to?" Edward said. "It's not like I could ask anyone else. I'm well know in the supernatural community."

"But of course." The vampire nodded, reaching for his papers again.

"And because you always helped Anita out." He shrugged. "I guess I kind of trust you."

"Do you not think there could have been a difference? After all, I was with Anita, sleeping with her at the time."

Edward shrugged. "I didn't think, just acted. I guess I hoped you would help me."

"And I have." Jean-Claude nodded.

"And I thank you for that." Edward said

"De rien." The vampire waved a hand. "It is nothing, though it has caused me some trouble with Asher's ego."

He sighed. "I don't care anymore. You can tell him. After all, this will be over in a few days."

"Mm. Speaking of which, Rowena called. She wished to know if you had finished your flow."

Edward flushed. "Yes. I'm all done now. I am glad I never have to deal with that again."

"Of course. I understand that well. I told her I believed so. I shall call her later to inform her." Jean-Claude straightened his collar, the only button holding the shirt closed slipping free without his notice.

Edward's gaze was drawn to Jean-Claude's body. Damn him. He had such a killer body. As a man, he'd never noticed. But as a woman, he couldn't help not see him in a new light.

"Something amiss?"

"Your shirt." He said, voice low.

"What of it?" He glanced down, saw nothing, and looked up again.

"It's...uh...open, is all." He quickly looked away.

"Your point being?" Dieu, but Edward was acting strangely. A scent filled his nose, and he paused. Edward was attracted to him...

"No point." He said still not looking at him.

Jean-Claude stood, moving so that the assassin had to look at him. "Tell me, Edward."

"Tell you what?" Edward asked trying to get away.

"What the point was? What matters about my shirt falling open? I am no different than you- in normal circumstances you are built very much as I am." Jean-Claude stepped closer.

Edward moved back on the bed. "Nothing. It had no point. Leave me alone."

"Non. You were the one who brought this up, now tell me." He cornered him, refusing to let the blonde get away.

"I want you, okay!" He shouted at the vampire as he managed to get off the bed.

"Oui. Edward... it is 'okay'." Jean-Claude smiled. "There is nothing wrong with it."

"I am not gay! Just because right now I'm a woman up here I'm still a guy." Edward pointed to his head. "And it is not okay with me."

Jean-Claude's eyes went cold. "Fine, Edward. Then I suggest you figure out how to masturbate as a woman- I do not come with strings. Might I also suggest you use the guest room down the hall next to Melanie's? After all, I'd hate to force you to stay here in my rooms when I may dress as I see fit when you're so unable to control yourself." He moved, grabbing his folder.

Edward didn't know why but suddenly he burst into tears. Embarrassed, he fled from the room

The Master of the City growled, his eyes flashing in anger as he threw the folder at the wall with such force, a corner of it stuck, leaving it suspended for a second before falling. "MERDE!"

Edward headed to the empty guest room. He went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He was Death. Death didn't cry. Nothing was supposed to be able to touch him. Also, he wasn't supposed to get a period. He realized he was trembling.

Jean-Claude refused to apologize- Edward had been someone he'd been attracted to LONG before he'd grown a pair of breasts and his penis had turned into a clitoris and vagina. So Edward suddenly realized as a female that he thought the Soudre de sang good-looking- this meant nothing. It did not excuse actions such as his. He was a Master vampire, NOT a yo-yo, or whatever that infernal device was. Death's attraction to him was not likely to last beyond the moon, when he turned into a man once more, and Jean-Claude was not willing to play around. Not anymore. Perhaps it had taken him centuries, but now... Non. He was not willing to do so any longer.