Skyler stood in front of the Raymond Dabb Yelland seascape wishing he could fuse with the painting and stay there forever. Lately he’d been wishing for a lot of things. As a free agent Demon living in the California State Capitol, he was always busy due to the abundance of ego driven politicians, lobbyist, advocates, and everyone else with too much money and an abundance of narrow minds.
Most of the politicians cared nothing for art or culture. Sure, they’d show up at local events for a photo opportunity, but they’d rarely go on their own.
When they would show up at an event the Vampires would always show up to get blood and weird energy. It was like a thrill sport to them, but easy prey as well. Half of the time politician blood made his Vampire friends sick to their stomachs.
As he walked through the galleries of the art museum he marveled at the variety of themes, and styes, and media used by the artists. He noted which pieces museum visitors would spend time in front of. He listened in on their conversations.
Today, in the triple digit summer heat, few visitors came to the art museum. What a shame. How he wanted to stretch his leathery wings and switch his tail, but he didn’t dare scare any of the museum docents who walked the halls, answering questions, and giving tours. Since there were few visitors most of the docents were taking notes and studying for future tours, that is until someone wanted to partake in their amazing knowledge and lively discussions.
In his usual haunts Skyler reveled and thrived in the evil and impure selfish thoughts of the people around him. Here in the art museum, it was different. There was almost a purity that made his skin crawl. Yet he stayed, transfixed by the art. He thought about hunting down a docent and putting bad thoughts into their head. On the other hand, most docents there today were retired and had no more fucks to give, and wouldn’t be tempted by anything Skyler could offer them. All they cared about was the art, and were here because they were weary of the world outside. Well, maybe not, but it would sound good in the sort of Gothic novel Skyler had started to write about a museum docent who could get inside of paintings and contact dead artists.
He thought what his writer’s biography blurb would be on the back inside dust jacket of his book. It didn’t matter because he’d just have to make something up.
A docent walked by. He smiled, and then asked her if she had time to show him around. She told him she’d be happy to. Suddenly he was hit by a wave of pain, as if he’d been stabbed in the heart with a broadsword. There was no work he could do here. Then again, it didn’t matter. It was his day off. Even Demons deserved a quiet day at an art museum, or at least he tried to convince himself that he deserved it.
~ end
Vampire Maman 
I love this story. However, I wonder, why Skyler felt that pain. I wish I knew if there’s a second part to this story that tells us more about him, his work… and the next day off?