I answered the phone to a paper thin voice whispering “Come quick. Come quick. I need help.”
“What is wrong? Are you hurt?”
“I can’t get up. I caught my leg in a hole in the floor. I think I broke it.”
It was Eleora.
“Can you feel it?”
“I can’t even see it. I broke it off. Completely off.”
“Where is Tellias?”
“Out. He went out. He has been gone a long long long long time. I think we can get my leg back on. Bring a needle.”
Then without so much as a goodbye she hung up.
Tellias didn’t answer his cell phone. He never did. I called their neighbor John but didn’t get an answer.
Why was there a hole in the floor? Maybe she was in the barn. And no, I can’t call 911. Eleora is a Vampire. So am I.
Those of you who frequent this blog know that I have ancient elderly Vampires, Tellias and Eleora, who are near and dear to me. They look 19 or 20 years old but are well over 2,000.
They would sit alone for weeks if they lost their car keys or phone. Or they’ll call me three or four times a day for odd reasons. I worry about them letting in strangers or accidentally doing harm to someone.
I arrived at the farmhouse, along with my 15 year old Clara, and found Eleora sitting on the front porch. She wore a patchwork robe and one pink fuzzy slipper shaped like a cat. Her chestnut curls spilled over her shoulder. I only saw one leg.
“Where is your leg,” I asked, almost out of breath.
She smiled. “I’m sitting on it.” Then she adjusted herself and showed me her other leg.
“You said your leg was severed.”
“No. I said nothing like that. I said I thought it was broken. But it wasn’t. I’m fine.”
Just then Tellias drove up. He’d been gone for a few hours. It was nothing but a trip to the hardware store and to a wine shop.
They both mentioned that I never come visit them anymore. I was there three days ago. I’m there at least three times a week if not more.
Tellias poured goblets of blood with sprigs of rosemary and sage for everyone. We sat on the porch and watched the little song birds and visited. I didn’t scold them for wasting my time. That would have been a total waste of my breath.
When Clara and I left we were hugged and kissed over and over. They sang us a silly parting song and kissed us again.
On the way home Clara said, “I really love Tellias and Eleora. They’re so sweet and so random.”
I didn’t say anything. My mind jumped to all of the 30 million other things I had going on. It seems like I used to get more done and enjoy little projects and now I just go all the time but…
Maybe I’ll just tend to my rosemary and sage plants and be thankful for the love I have in my life.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman