“What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”
“You’re a Vampire stupid. It doesn’t apply to you.”
Val took a long drag off of a cigarette then dropped it into an empty wine bottle. Yes, of course it was a nasty habit. He’d started smoking when he was twelve and now at 165 he doubted he could ever quit, at least all the way. He only smoked now when he was nervous or upset, which wasn’t often.
“It won’t kill me,” he said to himself, “but she will.”
Upstairs in the home he’d owned since 1890, in a warm comfortable bed, slept a woman who could kill him. Over the years there had been a lot of women in that bedroom, but none like her.
He thought of how long ago he’d been called stupid by his cousin Frank. The woman upstairs might make him stronger, but he doubted it. Perhaps she’d turn him into a better man. He doubted that as well. Maybe he’d quit smoking. That was doable.
Frank, on the other hand, had been tracked down by Vampire hunters sometime in the 1950’s and unfortunately lost his head. It wasn’t a great loss. Frank was never a nice person and gave Vampires a bad name with his sloppy eating habits, and mean shithead behavior towards warm blooded folks and Vampires alike.
After he’d brushed his teeth in the downstairs bathroom Val went to the kitchen and had a shot of vodka. It was 2:34 a.m. and his two cats were telling them they were out of food.
“Come on boys, I’ll fill your bowls. Dry food right now. You’ll get the good stuff later,” he told the kitties as he rubbed their heads, and they rubbed against his legs.
Earlier that night she’d told him something terrifying. They’d just made love, in the most exquisite way possible, at least that is the only way he could think of what had just happened. He was lost in the moment. Their body temperatures must have risen to almost 95 degrees. Maybe not, but it felt dangerously close.
Then she said, “I love you Valentine.”
Then he said, “I love you.”
Then his head began to spin, and his temperature started to quickly drop as he watched her fall asleep in his big comfortable bed with her legs wrapped around his body.
He loved her.
It was terrifying.
He had no idea what he was going to do now.
The cats followed him as he went back upstairs, dropped his clothes on the floor, and slipped back into bed. As he put his arms around her cold sleeping body, the two warm cats curled up on the foot of the bed.
Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad. Maybe it wouldn’t kill him. Maybe.
~ end
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 