With the advent of the pandemic I have had to be creative about my food sources. I must admit that I had become lazy due to the fact that I did not need to be overly resourceful.
Only months ago I could go out in the night and find people everywhere. Now the streets are empty. No long am I allowed to sit at a bar shoulder to shoulder with potential blood donors.
As with everyone else in my neighborhood I have taken to the ritual of the morning walk before the summer heat puts us all into comas. My cats follow me when it is cool, for when it is cool their paws do not burn on what is called Ass Fault. That is something that is somewhat confusing, the dark roads in a climate that turns so hot in the summer months. I would like it if the roads were perhaps a pale blue or maybe a dove gray with just a hint of silver sparkles. I do not know why it was the fault of the ass or whatever fool was building the road or why it is called such a slightly vulgar name.
Back when I was the King of Vampires, before I was locked in a crypt for three hundred years, only to be liberated a few years ago, most roads were dirt, or made of natural stones. Animals need not worry about the pads of their feet being seared off when they needed to travel. But I digress. I am not an expert in road construction and I fear I never shall be. According to my Vampire lover Gillian, the people who are supposed to build and maintain the public roads are also not experts in road construction but that is a story for another time. Ass Fault.
Without much for dinner last night I again went walking in the small hours of the morning. My two cats followed along as the air was still cool as yet not seared by the morning sun. My stomach was growling and my head growing light. I had to find food without being too obvious.
Two women stood talking, one on the sidewalk, the other on the porch of her house. I smiled and waved politely from the other side of the street. I could hear them talking, for I am a Vampire and I can hear quiet conversations from a long distance.
“He has been walking with his cats almost every single day. They’re so cute.”
“Oh my he is hot.”
I thought that was odd since it was still quite cool outside. I did not feel hot. I did not feel cute either. Cats are cute. Babies are cute. From what I understand, otters are cute. I am a grown man. I do not understand this word “cute”.
As I walked along I came across a younger man attempting to remove large pieces of lumber from the back end of his truck.
“Do you need help?” I called to him from across the street.
“Oh wow, that would be great,” he said. “I don’t have a mask on, but I can get one out of the house.”
“You are fine,” I said. “We will not stand close together.”
I could see that he noticed the muscles on my arms. Yes, I would be of help and not a problem. The two cats sat under a tree in his front yard and started to groom themselves.
A task that would have taken the man hours alone only took a few minutes with my help. Vampires are always good for such work as we are both strong and fast. When we were finished a woman came out into the yard. She had a cast on her arm which I assumed was broken. Now I know why the man had no help.
“Thank you so much for helping,” she said. “Would you like to join us for breakfast?”
And so I did.
They were quite delicious.
My Vampire love Gillian and I, in a successful plan to stay out of the heat did was is called binge watching Netflix. We watched many shows in which people attempt to find killers in an entertaining and emotional filled manner filled with conflicts and unimaginable twists. These towns in which these stories take place are incredibly dangerous places. We also saw a show in which people try not to fall into lava.
These are things I could not have imagined in a million years, much less my 676 years.
The cats were sleeping, curled up together in a chair. I leaned towards Gillian and kissed her neck.
“Let us stop binge watching murderers and go upstairs. I wish to binge on you my love.”
Gillian laughed with the voice of an angel, then took me upstairs where she was definitely not an angel.
Sometime staying at home and indoors is not a bad thing. Not at all.