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“Daniel, open your eyes.” He did, and looked back into hers again. “I’ve loved being with you. You won’t remember that, but I still wanted to say it.” He started to protest, but she put up her hand. “No, don’t speak. You’re a good man. I hope you have a happy life.”
He sat up quickly, very aware something was going on here.
“I’m not a good man. You don’t know what I’ve done. But I want to be. For you. I want to deserve you.”
“I think you do. But that doesn’t change our natures. We’re good together. I’ll miss that.” She started the compulsion. “Daniel, you’ve been here in this bed and breakfast for the past two days. You have a nice relationship with the owner, a woman named Betty. When the weather allows, you will be able to go home and resume your life. You won’t remember me, or anything we’ve done together. When I walk out this door, you will sleep for another hour, and then join the others for breakfast.”
She stood and walked to the door, and as she stepped through the threshold and started to close the door, she saw him lay back, pull the blanket up, and roll over.
With regret, she closed the door quietly. Downstairs, she found Betty and finished the job of erasing herself from Daniels’s life. “Betty, you won’t remember me, or that I brought him here. When I close this door, I will disappear from your mind completely.”
Eillia left and went to the Blue Star, which was still closed. It probably wouldn’t open today. The snow would keep almost anyone from getting out, or at least going too far. Not a vampire. It was cold, so she lit a kerosene stove and pulled a chair up next to it. She took a long, deep breath.
So, this is your life, vampire. How’s it going? You need to go home.
She pulled a drumstick out of the freezer. Not a chicken leg, but the sugar cone with ice cream and peanuts. It was smooth and sweet. She buried her tongue in the cold ice cream and licked around the edge. What did this remind her of? She smiled. Yeah, she’d never get to taste him like that. It was definitely time to go home.
Daniel awoke famished. Starved. Like he never had been before in his life. He was sore, too. Ah. This freaking bed was too short for his length. How long had he been sleeping here? His memory was fuzzy. Not uncommon, considering the amount of hours in a day he spent drunk.
Oh, yeah. He was at the bed and breakfast in town. Had been for a couple of days because of the storm.
He stood and stretched. Why was he wearing his parka? Must have been cold and gotten up to slip it on. As he unzipped it and started to drop it on the bed, he realized his shirt was open, so he reached for the buttons. They were gone. What the hell? Every button on his shirt was missing. On closer inspection, they weren’t just missing…they’d been ripped off. What the hell?
A guy should remember if someone ripped his shirt off. But he couldn’t. Well, he hoped like hell he had a good time doing it! He needed to get something to eat right away, so he pulled the tails of his shirt together and opened the door. Damn. An attic room, steep stairs, narrow, treacherous for a drunk man. You’d think a guy would remember that too. Maybe his drinking was finally out of control. Maybe it was time he stopped drinking and really tried to live a decent life again. It wasn’t helping anyone that he was drunk and clueless all the time. Except on the boats. You couldn’t drink and work on the boats.
As he entered a small dining area with four people already seated and talking amongst themselves, a plump local woman with a huge smile looked up.
“Daniel, you’re out of bed!”
Well, she knew him . He guessed he really was that drunk. He bowed comically.
“What’d I miss?”
“Breakfast. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of
“Daniel, open your eyes.” He did, and looked back into hers again. “I’ve loved being with you. You won’t remember that, but I still wanted to say it.” He started to protest, but she put up her hand. “No, don’t speak. You’re a good man. I hope you have a happy life.”
He sat up quickly, very aware something was going on here.
“I’m not a good man. You don’t know what I’ve done. But I want to be. For you. I want to deserve you.”
“I think you do. But that doesn’t change our natures. We’re good together. I’ll miss that.” She started the compulsion. “Daniel, you’ve been here in this bed and breakfast for the past two days. You have a nice relationship with the owner, a woman named Betty. When the weather allows, you will be able to go home and resume your life. You won’t remember me, or anything we’ve done together. When I walk out this door, you will sleep for another hour, and then join the others for breakfast.”
She stood and walked to the door, and as she stepped through the threshold and started to close the door, she saw him lay back, pull the blanket up, and roll over.
With regret, she closed the door quietly. Downstairs, she found Betty and finished the job of erasing herself from Daniels’s life. “Betty, you won’t remember me, or that I brought him here. When I close this door, I will disappear from your mind completely.”
Eillia left and went to the Blue Star, which was still closed. It probably wouldn’t open today. The snow would keep almost anyone from getting out, or at least going too far. Not a vampire. It was cold, so she lit a kerosene stove and pulled a chair up next to it. She took a long, deep breath.
So, this is your life, vampire. How’s it going? You need to go home.
She pulled a drumstick out of the freezer. Not a chicken leg, but the sugar cone with ice cream and peanuts. It was smooth and sweet. She buried her tongue in the cold ice cream and licked around the edge. What did this remind her of? She smiled. Yeah, she’d never get to taste him like that. It was definitely time to go home.
Daniel awoke famished. Starved. Like he never had been before in his life. He was sore, too. Ah. This freaking bed was too short for his length. How long had he been sleeping here? His memory was fuzzy. Not uncommon, considering the amount of hours in a day he spent drunk.
Oh, yeah. He was at the bed and breakfast in town. Had been for a couple of days because of the storm.
He stood and stretched. Why was he wearing his parka? Must have been cold and gotten up to slip it on. As he unzipped it and started to drop it on the bed, he realized his shirt was open, so he reached for the buttons. They were gone. What the hell? Every button on his shirt was missing. On closer inspection, they weren’t just missing…they’d been ripped off. What the hell?
A guy should remember if someone ripped his shirt off. But he couldn’t. Well, he hoped like hell he had a good time doing it! He needed to get something to eat right away, so he pulled the tails of his shirt together and opened the door. Damn. An attic room, steep stairs, narrow, treacherous for a drunk man. You’d think a guy would remember that too. Maybe his drinking was finally out of control. Maybe it was time he stopped drinking and really tried to live a decent life again. It wasn’t helping anyone that he was drunk and clueless all the time. Except on the boats. You couldn’t drink and work on the boats.
As he entered a small dining area with four people already seated and talking amongst themselves, a plump local woman with a huge smile looked up.
“Daniel, you’re out of bed!”
Well, she knew him . He guessed he really was that drunk. He bowed comically.
“What’d I miss?”
“Breakfast. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of
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