Blood red roses. Silk sheets black as a Siberian night. Skin as white and cold as snow. Cold as death and as beautiful as a winter wind, Gillian lay in my bed beside me. She was all mine.
Whispering my name, she pulled me close, scraping fangs across my shoulder and nails down my back. Yes, there are even things that render a Vampire Prince such as myself powerless.
Yes, that thing is called a doorbell. The doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone or anything.
Opening the window I looked out into the yard. My neighbor was standing there among the crimson roses. She looked up at me.
“Oh my God, you’re built. Six pack abs and everything,” she said.
I wished I’d put on my robe. “What do you want?”
“The garden tour is today. Get dressed and come down to help.”
I vaguely remember her mentioning a garden tour. Several homes in the neighborhood were being featured. It was a charity event for the local school. I declined, though my garden is spectacular.
I made a valid excuse, “I have company.”
“You lucky dog! Bring her along. We have coffee and muffins.”
Then she waved with her fingers and left. I went back to my waiting lover, who’d by then fallen asleep.
I don’t even like muffins. Why did she call me a dog? I do not understand.
For centuries I lived in fine castles and estates with hundreds and even thousands of acres. I was the prince who ruled over forests and field. Hundred were under my command for my personal use.
Beautiful young men and women from the town would be brought to me every night so that I might enjoy their blood. They feared me and obeyed me. In turn, they desired me and wanted to be among my favorites. They were drawn to what they feared and desired the most – and that was me.
The neighbor who thinks I’m “hot” doesn’t know that I’ve feasted on her blood several times when her husband was away. She has no fear of me. Desire? No matter how attracted she is to me she will never be unfaithful to her husband. She could seduce me but I could not seduce her.
That makes no sense. What is the world coming to? She believes me to be the most attractive male she has ever met but she would never follow me except to maybe the grocery store or…
Stop. Vlad, you made the choice to be here. You made the choice to leave the old dark ways and move on. But to what end? To what end?
My lover Gillian told me, “Vlad, this isn’t the 16th Century.” She has told me over and over and over and over. For Gillian, embracing the modern world was easy. For me it is difficult at best.
The cat is looking at me as if to say, “dare me to walk over the keyboard.”
I still don’t like muffins. I threw the ones left here yesterday over the fence for the other neighbor’s dog to eat. He likes muffins.
Cats have their own doctors. I do not understand this world in which I live.
A turkey vulture, buzzard, Cathartes aura, sits on a tree outside my window. He is known for his grace in the wind and for following death. Maybe that is why he sits near me.
Gillian said I have become morose. Yet, she has asked for a drawer and a space in my bedroom closet.
I asked the women in my neighborhood about that over cocktails tonight. It was a neighborhood thing. I was invited. The women knew what Gillian wants. Mortal women know what a Vampire woman desires. They tell me it is “serious,” then they giggle like school girls. My head spins. I need blood.
Later that night before Gillian returned I went out to hunt. It is so easy these days. I miss the hunt and the fear. On the other hand I fear Gillian. I want her, but now I fear her. I can’t explain that any more than I can explain why I allow a cat to live in my house.
A modern world with a Modern Vampire. I am over my head. Maybe head over heels. It is all so confusing.