The first Rico-centered story for Desperation of the Italian Dragon and the last to be posted here.
The first meeting of the Cheesecake Club was held inside an apartment near the Fontana di Trevi. He thought being among his cheesecake-loving friends would offer him some kind of solace. He hoped it would help him take his mind off her death. Sottile Firulli was her name. She was Sicilian. No, don't think about her. Now is not the time. They discussed cheesecakes and all types of varieties She had red hair like him. Most of the tourists called her a Ginger. Rico never called her that. They prepared and cooked and froze their cheesecakes and decorated it with all sorts of colors. He had been with many females before, but Sottile was different He came home with his cheesecake and locked himself in his room He sat there in his special chair. He reached for his knife and took off his shirt. He thought about cutting himself, Licking his own blood to ease his lust. He did that when he was a teenager. In 1737, when his mother and father were having a big party to celebrate Chance's birthday, Rico came to the ballroom naked and bloodied with cuts and smears of red stickiness decorating his body. The guests screamed and his mother rushed to him with a tablecloth from the unused tables. "I couldn't help it, Mama," he said to her in a trembling crying voice. He wanted to hug her but she shied away from him. It was the blood. She was thinking of getting one of the doctors to clean him but he was her son so she did it herself. "Let's get you cleaned up." He went overboard that night. He had a cutting frenzy.
He sat there in his special chair and thought about Sottile. At the same time his blood urges were creeping into his mind. Sottile was perfect for him Until he killed her
He got that awful feeling in the pit of his stomach Despair. It was despair that manifested into more despair. There was no room for anger. The feelings he felt made his stomach feel constricted and his heart palpitate. He wanted to be like Charlie He wanted to be normal Rico wanted to know what it felt like to be normal and not have a lust of blood. While Charlie was surrounded by his friends from the army and was in a loving relationship with Piper McFlair, Rico had no one. All the time his brothers would tell him we'll help you and tell us anything but some things Rico felt he could never tell them. Sottile's death was his secret. Only a select few of his brothers knew of what happened. His bloodlust, something he tries so hard to control, was the reason why she was dead. It was an accident, Papa. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! When he confessed and cried saying he did not intend to hurt the girl he would protect forever, his secret was a secret no more. The cheesecake had to be refrigerated soon. He didn't want to go outside and face his brothers while he was sad. He was comedic for a reason. He said inappropriate things for a reason. He made everyone laugh for a reason. He was sad, so making people laugh made him happy (and it kept the bloodlust away). The dictionary said bloodlust was the uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others. He was diagnosed with bloodlust in 1237 after he nearly killed several people in Constanople, a few years before some clan invaded Italia. Aaron said it developed during birth. Rico had sucked the blood from his mother as she was giving birth to him, and it was the efforts of Ashuton that kept him from bleeding her dry. That's why his hair was red. That's why he had such an affinity for blood. Thomas never understood why blood of all things was appealing to Rico. He said it was nasty. Rico agreed wholeheartedly. He said the attraction came to him as an 'instinct.' The cheesecake was in the refrigerator. It was surrounded by other foods so it wouldn't be lonely. The cold would keep it alive until death claimed it, sweetly. Sweetly because a silent, unpainful death is a sweet death. He wished Sottie was with him. He wished...
He was thinking of cutting his hair. It was straight like a girl's hair and vibrant red like as if he were cursed by a witch. It hadn't grown past its current shoulder-length, but would it grow back? Maybe cutting his hair would give him a new identity. No. It always grows back within a month. Plus, he had short hair when he accidentally killed Sottile. He left it. He fell onto his bed and glared at the ceiling. It was hot and humid. He rubbed his head with his arm and sighed. "I wish I could just forget the past." He said that to the ceiling.
Notes: I wanted to write a poem-story about recollecting old memories, so Rico seemed perfect because of his past and obsession with blood.
The first meeting of the Cheesecake Club was held inside an apartment near the Fontana di Trevi. He thought being among his cheesecake-loving friends would offer him some kind of solace. He hoped it would help him take his mind off her death.
Sottile Firulli was her name. She was Sicilian.
No, don't think about her. Now is not the time.
They discussed cheesecakes and all types of varieties
She had red hair like him. Most of the tourists called her a Ginger. Rico never called her that.
They prepared and cooked and froze their cheesecakes and decorated it with all sorts of colors.
He had been with many females before, but Sottile was different
He came home with his cheesecake and locked himself in his room
He sat there in his special chair.
He reached for his knife and took off his shirt.
He thought about cutting himself,
Licking his own blood to ease his lust.
He did that when he was a teenager.
In 1737, when his mother and father were having a big party to celebrate Chance's birthday, Rico came to the ballroom naked and bloodied with cuts and smears of red stickiness decorating his body. The guests screamed and his mother rushed to him with a tablecloth from the unused tables.
"I couldn't help it, Mama," he said to her in a trembling crying voice.
He wanted to hug her but she shied away from him. It was the blood. She was thinking of getting one of the doctors to clean him but he was her son so she did it herself.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
He went overboard that night. He had a cutting frenzy.
He sat there in his special chair and thought about Sottile.
At the same time his blood urges were creeping into his mind.
Sottile was perfect for him
Until he killed her
He got that awful feeling in the pit of his stomach
Despair.
It was despair that manifested into more despair.
There was no room for anger.
The feelings he felt made his stomach feel constricted and his heart palpitate.
He wanted to be like Charlie
He wanted to be normal
Rico wanted to know what it felt like to be normal and not have a lust of blood.
While Charlie was surrounded by his friends from the army and was in a loving relationship with Piper McFlair, Rico had no one. All the time his brothers would tell him we'll help you and tell us anything but some things Rico felt he could never tell them.
Sottile's death was his secret.
Only a select few of his brothers knew of what happened.
His bloodlust, something he tries so hard to control, was the reason why she was dead.
It was an accident, Papa. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
When he confessed and cried saying he did not intend to hurt the girl he would protect forever, his secret was a secret no more.
The cheesecake had to be refrigerated soon.
He didn't want to go outside and face his brothers while he was sad.
He was comedic for a reason.
He said inappropriate things for a reason.
He made everyone laugh for a reason.
He was sad, so making people laugh made him happy (and it kept the bloodlust away).
The dictionary said bloodlust was the uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others. He was diagnosed with bloodlust in 1237 after he nearly killed several people in Constanople, a few years before some clan invaded Italia.
Aaron said it developed during birth. Rico had sucked the blood from his mother as she was giving birth to him, and it was the efforts of Ashuton that kept him from bleeding her dry.
That's why his hair was red.
That's why he had such an affinity for blood.
Thomas never understood why blood of all things was appealing to Rico. He said it was nasty. Rico agreed wholeheartedly. He said the attraction came to him as an 'instinct.'
The cheesecake was in the refrigerator. It was surrounded by other foods so it wouldn't be lonely. The cold would keep it alive until death claimed it, sweetly. Sweetly because a silent, unpainful death is a sweet death.
He wished Sottie was with him.
He wished...
He was thinking of cutting his hair. It was straight like a girl's hair and vibrant red like as if he were cursed by a witch. It hadn't grown past its current shoulder-length, but would it grow back? Maybe cutting his hair would give him a new identity.
No. It always grows back within a month. Plus, he had short hair when he accidentally killed Sottile. He left it.
He fell onto his bed and glared at the ceiling.
It was hot and humid.
He rubbed his head with his arm and sighed.
"I wish I could just forget the past."
He said that to the ceiling.
Notes: I wanted to write a poem-story about recollecting old memories, so Rico seemed perfect because of his past and obsession with blood.