When friends, or others, discover we are Vampires the reactions vary from shock to horror to fascination. But, that said, they rarely find out we’re Vampires.
I had to meet with my friend Adam, Werewolf and brilliant photographer. Until a year ago I didn’t know he was a Werewolf and he didn’t know I was a Vampire. We kept our secrets better than most, for sometimes we CAN tell when folks aren’t regular humans. When we found out each others secret it wasn’t pretty. We both were feeling a bit violent and betrayed and out of sorts.
He touched my neck where he’d tried to rip out my throat a year ago. A faint scar still lingered. “I’m surprised I didn’t kill you.”
I shrugged it off then stepped back out of his reach.
He continued to talk. “You must have taken 50 gallons of blood out of me over the past 15 years. I still can’t believe I never caught on.”
I declined to comment and asked him if I could see his latest work, the items he was going to put in a major museum exhibit.
“Don’t you want to talk about it? Vampires always want to talk.”
He was so attractive in that overly masculine hairy man sort of way that took away the breath of women before they even knew what hit them. I just saw him as a dog, which was rather disturbing considering everything that had transpired between us in the past.
I had to ask him, “Do any regular humans know you’re a Werewolf?”
“Not to my knowledge or at least they don’t understand what they saw. If they repeat it people will think they’re crazy. I don’t TELL anyone. You know, I don’t need any dog catchers coming my way”. After the 1880’s his kind was almost made extinct out our way. He lived among the regular folks but he was wary as a wild animal, putting on the charm and living in the world of regular people.
He stepped closer to me, within arms length. “Friends?”
“Always,” I said.
When you’re part of the shadows and mystery surrounded by secrets and lies, a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a good friend, even if he is a Werewolf, is a true blessing.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Darn werewolves … causing so much trouble! 🙂
Indeed they do, but damn they can be useful at times.
Hey, thanks for stopping by!
Good friends are always blessings, strange or not.
And hey, keep us posted on the house!
Friends are a necessity of life, however strange or weird. Nice post. 🙂
Always! We like strange and weird here.
Thanks for coming by and for your thoughts.
I love your blog – and that’s why I nominated you for the Best Moments Award as well as the WordPress Family Award.
Pick them up – you so deserve them!!
Thank you. I’m honored.
We all need friends Juliette, human or otherwise. I think of all my friends who cannot live without their furkids… living without any kind of bonding/interaction would be a lonely world, indeed.
Yes, we need to open our hearts and our eyes to see what treasures surround us in others. I do love my furkids too. Cute expression… I’ve never seen it before.