Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Frank is badly shaken after watching his girlfriend, Nessa, assume her vampire aspect to fight two werewolves.
Nessa stared at me. “Frank, are you okay?” I nodded. My heart still beat rapidly, and I could barely swallow. I looked up at the night the sky, noting the three-quarter moon.
“No full moon?”
“They can inject themselves with a serum that enables them to take on a werewolf shape whenever they choose,” she said.
The werewolves terrified me, but the creature Nessa became frightened me almost as much. I stepped back and watched her fangs disappear as her eyes returned to normal.
She stared at me, and then reached out. I moved away from her.“What's the matter?”
“Seeing you like that. What you did. I'm shaken.”“I never wanted you to see me as a vampire. I am sorry the attack by the werewolves put you in danger. Please come to my apartment so we can talk about what happened.” Nessa rubbed my back. “A strong drink will calm you.”
I took another step backward, not sure if I was safe with her.
“I would never hurt you.” She sighed“ “Please trust me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, still numb from what I had just witnessed, wondering what she would tell me.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
“That and much more.”
“Okay, tell me what you know.” Her gaze caught mine as I issued the challenge.
“You're an architect in his mid-thirties who would rather be a painter,” she said without hesitation. She leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers, her bright green eyes studying my every move.
“How do you know that?” Was she a mind reader or something?“There are traces of light green ocher paint under the nails of your index and middle fingers on your right hand.” I couldn't see anything, even when I held my nails under a light.
“I have excellent vision, especially at night.”
“There's nothing there to see,” I said.
“You failed to wash off all the ocher and pale yellow egg tempera paint you used.” She licked her lips.
Nessa had just described the colors I had been working with earlier in the evening. “I don't know how you guessed what I was using, but there's no way anyone could see the paint in this dim light.”
“A vampire could.” She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and showing the tips of sharp pointed fangs.
“Are those real?” I asked in a voice barely a croak. My heart beat faster and the hairs on the nape of my neck stood up.