We had a date night. I usually don’t like to use that term. The kids were staying with friends. We went to a party and got our fangs into some good friends. It was fun. But I couldn’t get the Ghost off of my mind. I don’t like ghosts but this ghost haunts me for some unknown reason as if I could help or as if I’d hurt him, but I haven’t and I can’t. Click here for what happened with the Ghost.
I kicked off my shoes and sat back with a glass of wine. “I can’t stop thinking about the Ghost,” I said to my darling husband.
“What’s going on with the Ghost?” asked my husband Teddy looking out into the dark.
“He pissed me off.”
“You’re always pissed off,” Teddy smiled and kissed my cheek. “When I was turned into a Vampire it was against my will. I had no idea what was happening. I more or less died and came back as a creature that only existed in nightmares.”
“Nightmares. You know we’re not that scary.”
“You’re wrong. We’re extremely scary creatures. You were born a Vampire but for the rest of us it is pretty horrific to think of oneself as a blood sucking, cold blooded, creature of the night.”
“We’re not cold blooded. Well, not completely.” I looked down at the wine glass and knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it.
He continued. “You know what I mean. What I’m saying is the ghost feels the same way but doesn’t have the support system I had. He hasn’t come to terms with the fact that he is a ghost. He is angry.”
“But why is he so angry at me?”
“Because Vampires, those like me, more or less come back from the dead and go on with our lives. He can’t do that. He is bound by whatever keeps him here as a ghost. He resents us. To him we’re all dead but he got the short end of the stick.”
“How long did it take you to stop being angry.”
Teddy sat down next to me and took my hand in his. “On some level I haven’t stopped being angry. But I’ve come to accept and even embrace what I am. I’ve lived in both worlds and seen the best of both. Juliette, I wouldn’t give up the life we have or our children for anything.”
“I love you Teddy, so very very much,” I said then kissed him. “Why do Ghosts more or less ask for help then don’t take it.”
Teddy gave me a knowing smile. “Everyone does that. You live with teens so you should know all about that.”
“You have a point. But I touched the Ghost. I read his soul. I saw what happened to him, how he died, how he was betrayed. If I could find the person who hurt him and even caused his death maybe…”
“Don’t get involved. He has to work this out on his own. The sun will be up soon, let’s go to bed.” He kissed me again…and well, the rest is private.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman