He’d climbed Everest without oxygen. He’d swam under the oceans with Jacques Cousteau. He’d canoed the Amazon, experienced swordplay with Samurai warriors, and discovered pharos’s treasure. He’d solved murders with Scotland Yard. He even met Jack the Ripper. He’d traveled through history experiencing adventures that were beyond the dreams and imaginations of most.
Yet, he couldn’t figure out or conquer the heart of the woman who stood before him.
For the past hundred and thirty six years Jeremy Laurence had been dancing around his emotions with Sylvie Winters.
She stood there wearing a sundress with a denim jacket, and was holding in her arms a small tabby cat on a leash.
At Halloween time she might dress up in black like the Vampire she was but it was usually jeans and sweaters for Sylvie, with maybe diamond earrings.
He was known for being the star of the nightlife and she was known for being the star of night blooming cactus. Yet the very thought of her sent his head spinning.
“How have you been Jeremy? It has been forever, you know, since the pandemic and all. How are you?”
“Life has been quiet,” he told her.
“But isn’t it always fairly quiet for Vampires, well except you.” Then she laughed and he saw a flash of her fangs and it sounded like the music of angels.
“What are you doing for Halloween?” Jeremy asked.
“I’d hoped to maybe dress up my cat and come over to your house,” she told him.
Maybe conquer wasn’t the right word to use. He’d never have the right words for Sylvie, even if it took another one hundred and thirty six years.
Then she stepped closer and kissed him, then laughed again. “I’ve always loved you,” she whispered in his ear, then he, Jeremy Laurence, Vampire of the world, was conquered. Completely.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman