The cat and her kitten refuse to be quiet, except when they sleep. Then it is as if they are dead. I can hear the low rumblings of their purring. They know I am writing about them. They are sly creatures.
Last night was a complete success then it was strange.
I go to the local club and women come to me. They are forward and fresh. No fear. No males watching over them. They do what they want.
My blood almost ran warm after spending time with them. I was full – enough for an entire week. Their blood is healthy and so much better that what it was like so long ago when I ruled the land of Vampires.
Sitting at the bar, finishing a glass of wine, a beautiful dark haired woman sat next to me.
“Come with me,” the woman whispered in my ear. Her hand was on my wrist, hot through the sleeve of my shirt. She moved her hand up to mine and pulled me up. The palm of her hand was unusually rough.
I looked into her brown eyes and saw a flash of gold, then her eyes darkened to almost black.
“Werewolf,” I whispered under my breath. She caught me off guard. That is not like me to do that. “I am not going with you.”
Then she said something so strange that it threw me completely. “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
I asked her what she meant by that.
She said, “Monty Python.”
“I cannot recall snakes being involved during the Spanish Inquisition except in reference to…”
She put her rough finger to my lips obviously to keep me from speaking. Then she kissed me. I stepped back. She was beautiful but a Werewolf. I do not even want a dog licking my hand, much less being kissed on the mouth by a Werewolf. She put her hands on her hips and smiled.
“You know Vlad,” she said, “you’re cute but you’re kind of dense.”
I do not understand what she means by that.
How did she know my name?
I thought about the Spanish Inquisition. I was not in Spain at the time. Elsewhere friends were burned to death. Others vanished into the darkness, never to be seen again.
The world still is not a better place.
The cats crawl on my lap. They curl up contented. They relax as if their bones vanish.
Gillian comes over. Her hands are soft. Her lips are cool and comforting.
“Do you remember Gillian? Do you remember when we were young?”
She brushed her fingers through my hair. “It was horrible. We need to live now and forget the transgressions of days past.”
Gillian never calls me cute. That is why I love her in the depth of my cold unbeating heart.
When I take photographs with my magic box telephone with the apple on it the sunrise is red, but the sunset fades to pink. I see it as red, but it will not stay red once it is inside of the box. That is confusing. Telecommunications are confusing as a rule. Photographs are confusing. Everything is confusing.
I walk by the mirror and Gillian catches my hand. We stand in front of the glass, her front to my back, her arms around me, her face looking over my shoulder. We look in the mirror, eye to eye. My blue eyes on her brown eyes – locked together, our reflection clear and true.
“I understand the world when I am with you,” I said to her.
No truer words have ever been spoken.
In attempt to find out what this Monty Python is I watched a film about King Author.
In an attempt to understand I then watched a Marx Brothers film called Coconuts.
I thought there would be a connection. I went to the Internet to try to understand more about connections. One name kept coming up.
I watched a film called Footloose.
I read more. It was the man named Kevin and bacon. I still do not understand.
Then I watched a film about an old man with a flying house and a broken heart. A boy had a bird. The bird was called Kevin.
I looked out the window and saw a teenage girl. She lives next door. Her name is Chloe. I asked her about bacon.
She smiled and ran in her house. She came back with a book.
I read the book. For some reason it all made sense. It was called Charlotte’s Web.
Finally something makes sense.
Tonight the moon is a perfect half.
I heard the howling of coyotes.
Gillian hissed under her breath and said, “bitch.” I could see her fangs in the candle light. She looked so beautiful.
I smiled. This is love. I do not understand but I like it. I love it.