Ever have one of those days?
I was literally up to my elbows in blood. It was all over my shirt. My hands were covered. Everything that could go wrong was.
My phone gave a meow (my message sound).
Where are you? I need a ride to skate practice.
Then another line.
Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I can’t remember the last time like anything like this happened. That isn’t an expression. I don’t remember the last time I hit a vein wrong and made a mess of things like this.
I called my daughter.
“Where are you?” She sounded more than a little annoyed.
“I’m running late. Have your brother take you.”
“My skates are in the trunk of your car.”
Damn it all.
“OK honey, have Garrett take you the rink and I’ll meet you there.”
“Where are you?”
“Love you baby. See you in about 45 minutes.”
I looked up. The man who had been lying on the antique Turkistan rug was now standing in the doorway of the bathroom. I stood there with the phone in one hand, my bloody shirt in the other.
“Juliette, are you alright?”
“Nosebleed.” I lied of course. What else was I supposed to do? “I’m fine. Really. Just let me clean up and I’ll be right there.”
“What is wrong with your teeth?”
Holy crap, I’d forgotten. I put the towel over my face and pretended to sneeze. “My teeth are fine.” Fangs in. “I’m fine Cameron.”
There is nothing more pathetic than a stressed out Vampire. I should know. I started the day… yes day. It should have been night but I live in the day which is totally and completely wrong on so many levels. Then there was a strange ghost in my backyard I had to chase off. Then after getting two teenagers up and going (no small task) the cats started to fight and hiss at each other. Next I had to deal with my car (sprayed by a skunk), work issues that made my head almost explode and made me want to scream and all I wanted was a little break…
I rinsed out my mouth in the sink. Cameron saw blood. Damn… again. Why was he watching me?
“You ok? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“I’m fine. Just left from the nosebleed. “
He rolled his shoulders and head.
“Stiff neck?” I asked
“I fell asleep. Sorry.” He pulled me close. “Do I need to worry about you?”
“No.” Closing my eyes as I put my head on his chest I could hear his heart beat. I could still taste his blood. He’d have sweet dreams for a week. I made sure of that, and made sure he wouldn’t have any marks on his neck, or at least not anything anyone would notice.
I told him I had to go and left him with calming memories and tried to remove any trace of nightmares my bad mood might have left him.
We were just a few minutes late to skate practice. I tried to read but ended up watching the skaters and letting my mind drift and muse on the night that was soon to come.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman