alliaceous
[ al-ee-ey-shuhs ]
adjective
- Botany. belonging to the genus Allium (formerly the family Alliaceae). Compare allium.
- having the odor or taste of garlic, onion, etc.
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Becky grabbed another head of garlic and began chopping it up as fine as she could. She was not a professional chef though, so her efforts were not particularly pretty. But looks were not what mattered. She dumped it all in the pot and the smell filled the kitchen. She heard the sound of someone taking a deep breath behind her. But she had not heard anyone entering.
“Going a bit heavy on the garlic, huh, Becc?” Said the other person. It was Becky’s roommate, Sophie.
“I like garlic.” Becky said. It was a stupid thing to say, but Sophie was close. Closer than she should have been. It made Becky uncomfortable to have the other woman so close to her neck.
“Yeah, but there’s a limit to how much a person can take. Maybe start with one clove at a time and taste it before jumping straight to a whole head.”
Becky felt her heart pounding. A cold sweat dripped down her spine as she glanced over at Sophie. The woman was deathly pale, and far to pretty to be allowed. Plus she insisted on wearing tight black clothes everywhere.
“It’s not that much, considering how much sauce I’m making.” Becky said. “In fact I think I’ll add another head, just to make sure it flavors everything.”
Sophie sighed and shrugged. “Fine, fine. Suit yourself. But when it comes out and all you can taste is the garlic, don’t come crying to me.”
“What do you care? Not like you’re going to have any of it anyway. You’re going to eat out, just like always.” Becky could guess what Sophie was “eating.” It was the real reason she was using so much garlic.
“Actually, I was planning on staying in tonight. Nothing much happening tonight. Also, seeing your face when you take a big bite of super garlicy spaghetti will be priceless.”
Becky did not reply for a moment. “Wait, you’re staying in? Even with what I’m making?”
“Sure. Why is that so surprising?”
“Well it’s just that you always go out at night, since you stay in all day. Plus, I kind of thought you might be…allergic to garlic?”
Sophie blinked a few times, then burst out laughing. “Allergic? Why in the world would you think that?”
“Well, I just, had a hunch?”
“What do you think I am, some kind of vampire or something?”
Becky laughed nervously. Sophie just laughed even harder.
“Oh my god, you do! You think I’m a vampire! That’s hilarious.”
“Well can you blame me? I mean, look at you. You never go out in the day, your skin is white as paper, and I’ve never once seen you eat anything.”
“Oh Becc, no. I’m not a vampire.” Sophie said. “I’m a vampire hunter. I mean seriously, look at my teeth. Vampires can hide their fangs, but not that much.” She opened her mouth wide, showing her normal human teeth. “Also, even if I was a vampire, your plan wouldn’t have worked.”
“Huh?”
“Oh yeah, wouldn’t have done anything. Rookie mistake, really. No matter what TV and books tell you, vampires don’t care one bit about garlic. It’s just a smelly plant to them. Now finish up with that pasta sauce so we can eat. And…Becc? No more garlic. It’s excessive already.”
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I was torn whether she should be a hunter or a vampire. I went with what I did because, well, mostly because I wanted to.
