Short Story: The Politician

1906

Jayne sat as quietly and coldly as can be on the steps of the opera house. In her hand was the collar of a man’s shirt along with his tie. Setting down her souvenirs she arranged the skirts of her ball gown to hide the barely visible blood splatters. That was the last time she’d wear pale pink to an evening event.

A dark haired man dressed in formal wear sat next to her. “Beautiful dress my dear.”

Jayne smiled at her friend Max. “Worth, with blood stains.”

He glanced at her skirt. “I know someone who can get those stains out for you. Looks like silk.”

“I can’t remember the last time I got blood stains on my clothes. ”

He smiled. “It happens to the best of us.” Brushing a strand of hair out of her face he kissed her cold cheek.

“Max, my dear, it was an akward seduction, at least for me. He was overjoyed to lend me his neck. He wasn’t a good man, despite public opinion, so I feel as if I have done my public duty for the week. What is on your agenda for the evening?”

“I thought we’d find a good bottle of whiskey and get the taste of bad blood out of our mouths. I know you could use it, and heaven knows I could.”

 

2016

Jayne sat as quietly and coldly as can be on the steps of the opera house.

She sat on her purse so she wouldn’t get dirt on her cream colored evening gown. In her hand were a pair of gold and diamond cufflinks, souvenirs from the night. She knew they wouldn’t be missed. He’d told her they were gifts from a Saudi prince. Facts like that never impressed Jayne.

Jayne’s plans for the evening hadn’t included the man with the cufflinks. She pondered what she’d do with them.

A dark haired man dressed in formal wear sat next to her. “Beautiful dress my dear.”

Jayne smiled at her friend Max. “Thank you Max.” She smoothed the skirts. “Look no blood stains.” Then she took Max’s hand and pressed the cufflinks into his palm and closed his fingers around them. “Get rid of these for me will you.”

Max smiled and kissed her cold cheek. “Who is he? Or who was he? Which is it.”

An ambulance and several police cars came to the curb.

“He followed me into a private room. I’d gone in to call you, but didn’t get the chance. I asked him what he wanted. He pushed me against a wall with his body and whispered, his lips on my ear. He said he wanted immortality. I knew the man was a misogynistic asshole, and a total sociopath, but I was surprised. Then he said he knew about us. He said he’d make me powerful, in so many ways. He even suggested he’d be my lover for the ages. I almost threw up a little in my mouth when he said that.”

Max laughed, and Jayne continued her story.

“I told him sure, I’d help him gain immortality. I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and had maybe a wine glass full of blood at the most. A small glass. He hadn’t been drinking and the only drugs I could detect were the usual high blood pressure drugs and traces of Viagra. I realized that I could have easily have sucked out his small deformed soul, but he’d already sold it to you-know-who. I mean, Max, I knew the guy was an asshole and thought he ruled the world but I didn’t think he’d go so far… Then again, he never knew the true powers of Vampires now did he? I put my hand on his heart and uttered the words and stopped it.”

“You didn’t,” said Max.

“I did,” said Jayne. “I wanted to rip his heart out. Man that would have been fun, but I’m wearing white. Then his wife came in. I whispered to her that he was dead. And she looked at me with a wave of relief over her pretty face. I told her I thought he’d had a heart attack so I’d loosened his tie. She said something about him resting in Hell. I asked her if she’d be alright. She said she’d never been better. The first thing she’d do was to take her children out of boarding school and move someplace where they could live a normal life. Then she said she was going to write a tell all book and expose him for the monster he was. I was rather shocked, and you know I’ve heard a lot in my time.”

Max put his hand on Jayne’s arm and they looked at a gurney being brought out, the body on it covered. The widow followed with red eyes, and tears running down her face. Then she looked at Jayne and Max, with a wink and a smile, then back to tears.

“So Max, what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“I thought we’d find a good bottle of whiskey and get the taste of bad blood out of our mouths. I know you could use it, and heaven knows I could.”

 

~ End

 

 

 

 

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