The diamond earrings went over well today. My Gillian is a happy Vampire. If Gillian is happy then I am happy. A Merry Christmas to me.
What is all of this end of the year commotion? It is as if humanity wishes to forget the mistakes of the previous year and try to wash themselves clean. What strange rituals they will perform on midnight January 1st I do not know. Six hundred years ago I would have been able to tell you but now… now anything is possible.
Tonight I walked along the streets past bars and clubs watching the people who stood in the doorways and sidewalks. Women and men smiled at me. I smiled back. The thrill of the hunt is almost as good as that first taste of blood on my tongue. Unlike the cat who uses her claws, I seduce my prey like a lover.
A young woman with a round face and long eyelashes asked me in a pretty voice what my New Year’s Resolutions were going to be?
Resolutions? This must be like a vow knights would take to keep their honor for the year. Honor. There is little of that among Vampires or most men for that matter.
There is nothing I could change or imagine doing better. It is the world that needs to become better.
She said she lived near by and invited me to walk her home. I could see in her eyes that she was nervous and excited. She told me her name was Samantha, not Sam. She told me that she thought I was cute. Of course she did. They always say I am cute. I just smiled and did not ask her what she meant by cute.
The apartment was upstairs in a home that had once been a grand mansion, now divided into four separate living quarters.
It was odd, the juxtaposed sadness from Samantha and the cheery apartment decorated with flowers and the colors of sunshine and blue skies.
She poured wine then asked, “Why would a guy who looks like you come home with a girl who looks like me?”
“You’re cute.” She reminded me of her cat with her bright eyes and round face. Cats are cute. Her hair was glossy and moved with her. “Where I come from no woman has hair as beautiful as yours. No woman lives alone in a place as lovely as this. Do you think you’re not worthy of the company of a man like me?”
A tear came down her cheek. “Maybe you should go.”
Suddenly something inside of me became colder than usual. “Sit down Samantha. Let us talk.”
So she talked of her hopes and dreams. She spoke of a man who had left her for another girl. She spoke of a man who ignored her. She spoke of being alone.
I looked into her big blue eyes and put her into a trance. Her neck was warm and her blood was hot. When I was done I let her sleep. But I did not go. I stayed. I do not know why.
An hour later she opened her eyes and looked at me, surprised I was still there.
“Did we?” She asked me.
“Did we what?” I asked back.
“Never mind. You’re still dressed. I’m still dressed.”
It was then I realized what she had asked. She spoke first. “Why are you still here Vlad?”
“I have nothing else to do tonight,” I told her. It was true.
She smiled and the sadness came over her again. I could feel it like a great greedy troll looming in the room. Then she went to the bathroom.
While she was gone I looked on her desk and saw a paper where she had written her “resolutions.”
I will feel beautiful.
I will feel loved.
I will run every morning.
Then I heard the click of the door lock. Then the sound of a body falling.
I stared at the nob of the door and made it unlock. As I stepped forward pills crunched underneath my feet. Inside the small room I found Samantha barely breathing, almost at Death’s door. I could feel the icy chill of a phantom waiting outside to take her soul. Given any other night I would have left her to die, but tonight I had to stay. No deathly phantom would take her if I could help it. My actions were not out of love. It was something else. I do not know what. Maybe it was the Vampire King in me wanting to protect my people. It was justice for a girl who had been wronged. I wanted to rip the throats out of the men who had hurt her.
I had two choices. I could bring her back with my blood or I could call 911. Giving her MY blood was not an option. Not tonight. Not with Samantha. I had never called 911 before, but that was what I had been told to do if humans were near death.
At the hospital I waited on uncomfortable chairs in a room full of quiet people.
Gillian came and sat with me until a woman who said she was a doctor said Samantha wanted to talk to me.
Samantha lay in a bed with needles and tubes in her arm. It was as if a mad lunatic was experimenting on her.
“You saved my life,” she said.
“Of course I did. I ripped the beating heart out of a man after almost draining his body of blood after he had raped a child. I am not without feeling,” I told her.
As soon as the words came out of my mouth I realized I had said the wrong thing. “You are worth saving. You are worth being alive Samantha. You are loved by many. You are talented beyond compare. Listen to me. Make your resolution to love yourself. Make your resolution to thrive. That will be your best revenge against those imbeciles who scorned you. You are beautiful. Believe me. Samantha, you are beautiful.”
I kissed her on her forehead and she tried to smile and touched my face with her tube infused hand.
I left Samantha with her best friend and her parents. Gillian and I went home.
I do not know what is wrong with me.
I used to be so delightfully cold and uncaring.
I do not know who I am anymore.
I am not writing any resolutions. Neither are my cats. We shall all remain cute. LOL. That is supposed to mean I wrote something humorous. I know what WTF means. WTF. WTF. WTF.
I suppose I will try to make sense of this modern world. Maybe not.