The Brad Diaries

[Catherine Nilson]

Catherine Nilson truly believed that she had given Brad Corban cancer. The thought of it growing inside him excited her. She had lured him from a bar, fed, and in his confusion she slipped an infected mole she had uprooted from Head 2 into the fang hole. As far as Catherine was concerned, that was enough to impregnate the boy with carcinoma. She would smile every time she looked at him.

On the first day after the experiment began, Brad slept in late. He didn't feel any different than usual, just smiled when he remembered the latest girl he'd picked up at the bar. She was pretty, shy, mysterious. And she was into some really kinky stuff, which meant that his love life was going to get more interesting. If she came back to see him. He thought about her more and more that day. What if he was just a one night stand to her? He thought about her at the cleaner's. He thought about her in class. He thought about her at the park. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he found his way back to her apartment.

He knocked and waited for her or her dad to answer, but they weren't at home. He supposed that they might be eating out for dinner. He decided to wait around for a few minutes. The young man thought about what they'd done the night before. She'd tied him up and made out with him. He had wanted to take it further, but she had blanched because her father was in the next room. Brad could understand that. It must have been hard sharing such a small apartment with your old man. He'd have to ask her how she felt about that. If she came back to see him.

Brad scratched the back of his head, stretched, then thought about his new girlfriend some more. Could he call her that yet? She'd seemed pretty into him the night before. Which was awesome, because he'd been drunk and not trying very hard to bag a chick anyway. He supposed it was his name-brand clothes, long leather trenchcoat, tactical boots... and of course axe body spray as the icing on the sexy cake that was him. He giggled, starting to feel really good about himself. Things were going to look up from there.

He waited for a while, till it started to get dark, then went home. She had probably gone to see a movie. She liked movies, right? He was into them if she was into them. He had been so drunk last night that he honestly didn't remember. But he did remember how beautiful Catherine had been, and how he wanted to see her smile. Maybe if he got her out of the tiny apartment. Maybe tonight he would take her to his house instead.