Going with Granthrax
His phone rang. “Before I answer this, give me a hug.” When we embraced, I could feel our souls collide.
For two of the same to come together in touch was simply amazing. I did not have the same feelings with Granthrax, and I knew it. Something prevented me though.
It was his girlfriend. On the phone, she was sobbing, hysterical, like she could sense the situation playing out and was helpless, like Granthrax, to do nothing but wait for me to make a choice. To make it worse, he put me on the phone with her to assure her that nothing was happening.
I could not go back on my word. Besides, there were greater forces at work here, something bigger than what I could see or understand. Some dark plan had been laid out, and I was merely, as my ex told me, “a puppet on a string.”
Granthrax and I signed the lease on the studio. It was only then that a web laid out before me, when she handed me her card. Her last name was the same as Dred’s.
When I asked if she knew him, she said that they were cousins, rather ironic. As soon as we moved in, more forces were at work. Granthrax and I drifted apart immediately.
Explaining how he had to go to a wedding in his home of Texas, I stated that I had never stepped foot in the state and was curious of its surroundings. I was not invited, and he would be gone a week. The only phone call I remember getting from him made the blood begin to flow.
“You stupid whore! You fucking ruined my life! I gotta go.”
The intense pain, sorrow and depression, made the blood start. He had moved me into this strange place and left me to defend for myself. I tried to play Mary Homemaker, attempting to start a happy family, but the warm red liquid dripped between my legs after I heard those words.
Perhaps it was for the best. My body rejected his semen offering. Did I really think I could have a child and a normal life?
The idea was probably nicer than the reality would have been. Reality at that point was me, alone in a strange territory, having no way to leave besides on foot through a shady neighborhood. Tears flowed as fast as the blood.
I did not leave the entire time he was gone, still clinging to that hope that everything would be sunshine when he walked through the door. Scared and alone, I found comfort and reassurance in Charlie. He showed me what I really was, what I had suspected but had not confirmed until experiencing it with him, a vampire, through and through, me, une vampiress.
Okay, so I lie. Maybe I did have an idea before, but I was in denial. I didn’t want to believe it.
Even when I was told flat out, I did not believe it. I mean, I believed it, but I just did not want to accept it. It’s strange to explain with words.
Sure, I always had sharp fangs, and I liked to dwell at night. I just thought that was features of nature, just how I was. I guess that much is true.
Perhaps I did bite a few people before, more than a couple, but I was discrete. I knew I hung around vampires, that I seemed to get along with them and have no problems from them, but I just thought I was that cool of a person. Not all vampires go on crazed killing sprees, you know.
Either way, I was a vampire, and vampires couldn’t have children – could they? I couldn’t, not with Granthrax anyway. That much was certain.
Somebody seemed to be making sure of it anyhow. Darkness seemed to be surrounding me. Not that it wasn’t normally, but this was a different kind of darkness, like voodoo, but strangely more real, more evident and not from one particular source.
The first evidence of darkness that I could point out was the one in my new home. When I was alone, it seemed I wasn’t alone. When I exercised naked, I could feel eyes upon me, watching me with interest.
Before Granthrax even came home, I had a few experiences. I remember falling asleep on the sofa, crashed out with the kittens. Something made me wake up, like the feeling that somebody was leering over me.
My eyes opened automatically, as I have a sense about people watching me when I sleep. When they fluttered to reality, a dark figure was in the room with me, hovering just barely over top of me, more curious than ominous. At first, I just looked at it.
The cats were still sleeping while I looked at it. When I moved, however, it floated backwards, disappearing into the back bedroom. I wanted to call out, but I knew that I would not hear an answer.
What was I to say to Granthrax when he came back home? Hey, while you were gone, I met the ghost in the apartment and had a miscarriage; oh, and I also figured out that I’m a vampire. That would go over real well.
I’ll not lie, I tasted my blood when it flowed out of me, as I did any other time I bled. Does this mean that I should share it with him? I wasn’t too sure how he’d react.
Instead, I busied myself by making sure that the studio was spotless, and I kept my mouth shut. He called and begged for me to get a pregnancy test just before he left to come home, but I told him it was not worth the bother. The results had shown in painful clumpy form, but I left that part out.
When he walked through the door, I lit up as if the sunshine had shown, impressed by his clean cut look and demeanor. His first glance at me told me he brought the storm instead. Apparently, he ran into old friends.
I don’t remember ever having sex in that house. Maybe a kiss and some fondling, but there was no passion after that. Only a fool would try to rekindle.
What was done was done, but I was a fool, having paid three months rent ahead of time, giving weed as a security deposit, non-refundable. Still, I tried to make things work, tried to pretend that nothing had happened though it did. He simply did not know the extent of what happened, or perhaps he subconsciously did.
DOES BLACK WIDOW…
CUT HER LOSSES AND GO TO DRED
LIVE OUT THE LEASE WITH GRANT
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