Could not it be a mistake?”
Elizabeth replied, “Their eyes turn black with nothing
spared. There is no mistaking it.”
Daniella, horrified and with rounded eyes, asked, “With
nothing spared – you mean they turn black in their entirety?” She received a nod in answer. She squirmed
in her seat, the conjured vision of a vampire with eyes like holes, heavy in
her mind. “Will you be safe, Elizabeth?” Another nod. “How will you deal with such a creature? Will you do so
alone?”
“No, my child – as I said. That is why we must work with those with
whom we’d rather not. We come together, to solve the problem together. Letters
were sent. A date planned.” She
looked at Daniella then, her voice heavy.
“And together
- we will force her out, into The Sun.”
2012
“I was just thinking
about you,” Adrian confessed with a crackingly wicked, as Dani sat down at the bar.
“Really? What were you thinking?” She felt sure
expression and the tingling on her skin that she knew exactly what he had been
thinking.
“Wouldn’t you
like to know,” he teased. “Jameson?”
“Yes,
please,” she smiled.
“See, I
remembered this time,” he said, reaching for a glass.
“Yes, you did.”
She watched him reach for and grab two glasses. She loved watching him move.
“You know, you never finish your drink,” he said.
She shifted in her seat and shrugged, “I’m not much of a
drinker,”
“Well, I’m
glad you’re here. So, what have you been doing today?” he asked. What had she
been doing… what had she been doing… Her mind searched for a story. She
single-handedly knocked down a mugger? No, not that story, though it was the only one she desired to tell
him. She wanted to share her real
thoughts with him, her real life.
“I spent the
day recovering those images I mentioned,” she lied.
“Ah,
yes. How’d that go?” Adrian asked, pouring them both a shot.
“Who
cares?” she retorted, to which he let out one of his laugh-bursts and plunked the bottle
hard onto the bar.
“Fair enough!
God, you are a funny one. What
would you like to talk about, instead?” he asked, raising his glass to toast. She
lifted hers, but only touched her lips to it, watching him down his and pour
another. His neck was so strong. Her body liked looking at it. Her body like looking at it very much. She wanted him.
“I don’t
really care, but let’s talk about something other than work. I know you can’t
really care if I saved those images or not.” Her eyes shone brightly as she
smiled, watching him laugh again. He made her feel good. She brought her glass
up and touched it to her lips again. She wished that it tasted good, wished she could drink it. He made her
wish she was human again. She shoved that unwanted
thought away. No feeling sad
tonight, she vowed.
“No, I guess you’re right. I was just making small
talk.” They stared at each other.
The bearded regular shouted at him, “Adrian! Who sings this?”
Adrian listened briefly, maybe the length of a heartbeat,
and shouted back, “The Editors. ‘Even an end has a start.’”
“The Editors!
See I told you,” he said to the longhaired tiny regular, who shrugged his
defeat.
“You know a
lot about music,” Dani said.
“I’ve got
about six hundred gigs at home,” he nodded.
“Wow! That
sounds more like a passion than a hobby.”
He shrugged it off, “It’s only scratching the surface of
what’s out there. I always want more. I know all the songs, could tell you all
the artists, and know most of the words. It’s a lot of useless knowledge.”
“If you love it, it isn’t useless. So, do you want to be
a music supervisor on a show, or are you a musician?” She was going to ask more
but trailed off when he shrugged and left to pour drinks for a dimwit looking
guy with a baseball hat flipped
Elizabeth replied, “Their eyes turn black with nothing
spared. There is no mistaking it.”
Daniella, horrified and with rounded eyes, asked, “With
nothing spared – you mean they turn black in their entirety?” She received a nod in answer. She squirmed
in her seat, the conjured vision of a vampire with eyes like holes, heavy in
her mind. “Will you be safe, Elizabeth?” Another nod. “How will you deal with such a creature? Will you do so
alone?”
“No, my child – as I said. That is why we must work with those with
whom we’d rather not. We come together, to solve the problem together. Letters
were sent. A date planned.” She
looked at Daniella then, her voice heavy.
“And together
- we will force her out, into The Sun.”
2012
“I was just thinking
about you,” Adrian confessed with a crackingly wicked, as Dani sat down at the bar.
“Really? What were you thinking?” She felt sure
expression and the tingling on her skin that she knew exactly what he had been
thinking.
“Wouldn’t you
like to know,” he teased. “Jameson?”
“Yes,
please,” she smiled.
“See, I
remembered this time,” he said, reaching for a glass.
“Yes, you did.”
She watched him reach for and grab two glasses. She loved watching him move.
“You know, you never finish your drink,” he said.
She shifted in her seat and shrugged, “I’m not much of a
drinker,”
“Well, I’m
glad you’re here. So, what have you been doing today?” he asked. What had she
been doing… what had she been doing… Her mind searched for a story. She
single-handedly knocked down a mugger? No, not that story, though it was the only one she desired to tell
him. She wanted to share her real
thoughts with him, her real life.
“I spent the
day recovering those images I mentioned,” she lied.
“Ah,
yes. How’d that go?” Adrian asked, pouring them both a shot.
“Who
cares?” she retorted, to which he let out one of his laugh-bursts and plunked the bottle
hard onto the bar.
“Fair enough!
God, you are a funny one. What
would you like to talk about, instead?” he asked, raising his glass to toast. She
lifted hers, but only touched her lips to it, watching him down his and pour
another. His neck was so strong. Her body liked looking at it. Her body like looking at it very much. She wanted him.
“I don’t
really care, but let’s talk about something other than work. I know you can’t
really care if I saved those images or not.” Her eyes shone brightly as she
smiled, watching him laugh again. He made her feel good. She brought her glass
up and touched it to her lips again. She wished that it tasted good, wished she could drink it. He made her
wish she was human again. She shoved that unwanted
thought away. No feeling sad
tonight, she vowed.
“No, I guess you’re right. I was just making small
talk.” They stared at each other.
The bearded regular shouted at him, “Adrian! Who sings this?”
Adrian listened briefly, maybe the length of a heartbeat,
and shouted back, “The Editors. ‘Even an end has a start.’”
“The Editors!
See I told you,” he said to the longhaired tiny regular, who shrugged his
defeat.
“You know a
lot about music,” Dani said.
“I’ve got
about six hundred gigs at home,” he nodded.
“Wow! That
sounds more like a passion than a hobby.”
He shrugged it off, “It’s only scratching the surface of
what’s out there. I always want more. I know all the songs, could tell you all
the artists, and know most of the words. It’s a lot of useless knowledge.”
“If you love it, it isn’t useless. So, do you want to be
a music supervisor on a show, or are you a musician?” She was going to ask more
but trailed off when he shrugged and left to pour drinks for a dimwit looking
guy with a baseball hat flipped
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