This morning I was sitting out on my deck with my coffee and a book. It was 2 am so it was pretty quiet. Aside from one of my cats and a few glowing raccoon eyes in the field behind my house there wasn’t much going on in the way of company.
We’d all had successful hunts on Friday so the wee hours of Saturday was a time of rest. It was going to be a very busy weekend – the weekend before Halloween – so I took a break with just my coffee, my cat and me.
I was buried in the latest Nelson DeMille book, The Panther, when I heard a slight throat clearing. I looked up to find the ghost leaning on the deck rail.
“You know”, he said with his usual slight smile, “from tonight until Halloween people are going to be dressed us like us.”
“What in jeans and sweat shirts? Or in your case a black suit and messy hair?” I said.
“Like Vampires and Ghosts.” The ghost gave me a long impatient look while I sipped my coffee and stretched.
“I’m doing Día de los Muertos, Day of the Dead makeup. Two parties tonight.”
“You were a witch last night.” The ghost looked at me in disgust.
“Yes, and a very successful witch at that. I sucked more blood than any Vampire there.”
“I think I would have made a good Vampire.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“I’m pretty good at being dead.”
“That you are, even if you are one of the most annoying creatures I’ve ever met, dead or alive.” I told the ghost and gave him a smile with a little fang in it.
“I’m charming, but you’re too cold blooded to realize it.” He smiled back with a little hate added. I could tell.
“Happy Halloween Juliette.”
“Happy Halloween…what is your name?”
“Happy Halloween Nigel.”
And as always he vanished into the night. Nigel. Who would have thought?
More on the ghost and other things that piss me off.
More on coffee and blood…