Short stories

A story I never finished.

I hated writing this vampire story when the market is so saturated. And I don’t like my own writing. But it happened.


by Jason Adams


My life was about to change forever. It all began on a warm Friday night last August. I was out drinking with friends after working at my day job. Chris, Jarrod, Alex and myself all met at a local bar, named to have a few beers and play some pool. I hated pool. I enjoyed the drinks and friends, but I was a lousy pool player. My game was darts. The drunker I got, the better I played. With pool, I started out losing and ended up losing.

On this particular night, I looked around the bar at the different people and felt a sort of sadness for myself. We all sat there in our chairs and bar stools, self-medicating. Though alcohol made me feel better in small doses, the effect was always only temporary. I was usually lonely in my little house when I went home at the end of the night. I had good friends, yes, but they didn’t wake up next to me. They were supportive of me and my life but not like a girlfriend would be. I decided my train of thought was too depressing. In honor of my mood, I ordered another beer from the waitress when she came by. As she was leaving, I stopped her again. I added a round for my friends, too. On my tab.

The beer started to fill me and I had to go to the bathroom and take a piss. Afterward, I looked in to the bathroom mirror for a moment. My olive skin looked darker in the bathroom lighting. My hazel-green eyes and military buzz cut, blond hair looked light brown in this light. At least I wasn’t graying. Or balding. Yet. I was somewhat tall at six foot one, but I didn’t feel tall that evening. I was slouching in my mood. I stood up straight, put my shoulders back, sucked in my gut and left the bathroom to face the world once again.

At the end of the night, I drank about 6 or maybe it was 8 beers, I wasn’t sure. Then again, there was that round of tequila shots that Chris ordered at one point. It was 11:57 and I was getting tired. I felt the need to go home and sleep. Sleep would bring a new day and a new start.

I worked as a computer engineer at a high tech law firm. My days were long. Sometimes I had to work nights at my other job. That job was much, much harder. But more about that later. I needed sleep after a long week. Saying my goodbyes to everyone and paying my debts of lost pool games, I assured them I was OK to drive.

I paid my tab with the waitress and then headed out to my car. Maybe I wasn’t OK to drive, but I could always sleep it off a little in my locked car before leaving the parking lot. Or I could call a cab. I was contemplating the latter as I walked out.

Fumbling for my keys in my pocket, I heard the sound of someone moaning or grunting. I wasn’t sure which. Curiosity got the better of me. I walked around to the back of my car and saw someone. It was a woman, standing bent over at the driver’s door of a car. I figured she was puking, at first, so I walked over to check on her. It was dark outside so I couldn’t see her well.

“Everything OK over here? Can I call someone for you?” I had startled her. She glanced up at me, licking her lips and wiping her mouth. She was beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful woman I’d seen in a long time. She looked frightened. I waited for a response. She stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights. She wore a black dress with lace shoulders. It was a short dress and showed off beautiful, long legs.

“Ma’am? Are you OK?” I asked again. I looked to the right and in the driver’s seat was a man sitting there. “Oh, I’m sorry to disturb,” I said and took a step back to turn.

“There’s, uh, something wrong with him.” She finally spoke. She had an English accent. I looked at the man. He wasn’t moving. I turned back to her and walked a few steps forward.

“Hey man, you OK?” With closed eyes, he didn’t appear to be breathing. She straightened his jacket and collar and then shook him as if to wake him. He was a heavy set man in a gray business suit. There he was. Disheveled. His collar unbuttoned on his shirt and his tie hanging off of his neck.

“Hello, wake up!” she said to the man, looking at me.

“Maybe I should call for an ambulance. Do you know him?”

She shook her head no. I stood there for a minute staring at her. She was so beautiful and her eyes were a mesmerizing bright green. It was almost as if they glowed. I came to and reached for my cell phone. I called 9-1-1 and the operator answered.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“We found a man unconscious outside a bar on 11th and Forest. I’m not sure if he’s breathing.” The operator assured me an ambulance was on the way and asked me some questions. I found myself drifting away mentally again, just staring at her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and her long, dark hair.

“What’s your name?” I asked after I hung up with the operator.

“Evelyn,” she replied. I felt like she was about to smile. She had her arms crossed and was standing there staring right back at me.

“Evelyn. That’s a beautiful name,” I said in a daze. I’m pretty sure my eyes glazed over.

She smiled. “You are…?”

“Oh, shit, sorry. I’m Owen. I took a business card out of my wallet and handed it to her. “Owen Sullivan.” I offered my hand to shake. She didn’t take my hand but did take my card.

“A nice Irish lad, huh?” There was a grin on her face. Maybe it was the beer talking, but I had the feeling she liked me. When she spoke it was as if I couldn’t hear anything else in the world. I’d never met anyone that captivated me like she did. She took a deep breath and seemed to look me over.

“I must hurry. I trust you’ll keep me out of this, yes?” She raised an eyebrow. “A dead guy outside a bar is the last thing I need.”

“I got this.” I heard sirens in the background. She turned to go and hurried away. “My cell number is on the card! Call me!” I said with a smile, hoping she heard. She looked back and smiled and waved.

And there I was. Half-drunk, awestruck by a beautiful girl and standing next to a dead guy. The police arrived and I waved them over. Then the ambulance. I told them the story of what happened about three or four times. A tall, thin officer with a mustache took down my contact information. I gave him another business card of mine.

He asked me who the girl was that I mentioned. I told him I only knew her name. Evelyn.

“Sir, do you know how to contact her?” his brow furrowed.

“Nope. That’s all I know. She’s beautiful, nice and her name is Evelyn. Oh! I gave her my card, too. Maybe she’ll call me.” I laughed out loud. “If she does, I need you to contact me immediately,” Officer mustache said and handed me his card. Lieutenant Morgan it read.

“Will do, sir. Officer Morgan.”

“We’ll be in touch. Since this is an open investigation, I need you to be available for further questioning.”

“No problem, officer,” I slurred a little.

He looked at me with concern. “Have you been drinking tonight, sir?”

I shook my head no, yet responded with a yes, “Just a couple.”

“Make sure you are OK to drive before you get behind the wheel, Mr. Sullivan.”

I saluted him and his face seemed to growl with anger. He walked off and left me alone.

As I watched them wheel away the dead man on a stretcher, I thought about her. Evelyn. My mind wandered back to when I was standing there staring at her beautiful face in a dazed look. Still dazed, or maybe I still had too much alcohol in my system, I was standing in the middle of the parking lot in a fog. A car was honking at me to move. I waved, smiled and walked to my car.

The next day I woke up feeling groggy from the drinking and found myself piecing together the events from last night. Her face immediately returned to my memory. Her glowing eyes, beautiful, puffy lips and perfect cheeks were vivid in my mind. She was a beautiful woman on all accounts. I’d met plenty of beautiful women, but there was something different about this that intrigued me.

Remembering that I’d given her my business card, I checked my phone. There were no missed calls. Then I thought to check my email, too, since my address was on the card. But there was nothing other than spam messages and emails from work. After laying in bed for a while I decided to get up and make coffee. Coffee always made things better. Especially chocolate coffee with way too much sugar and creamer.

Trying to read through the news and catch up on Facebook on my phone, I kept thinking of her. I sighed. I longed to hear her British accent once again. I wanted to see her long, dark and wavy hair. I looked at my phone, again, willing her to call.

This anxiousness was getting ridiculous and I knew she wasn’t going to call. I tried to just put her out of my mind. I got up, changed clothes and went for a jog. Coffee may have its qualities in the morning, but there was nothing I enjoyed more than the runner’s high I got when I did make myself go. It was a peaceful run and I felt invigorated afterward. After my run, I showered, dressed and sat on the couch staring at my phone.

Later that day I busied myself by mowing the grass. I also took out the trash, and cleaned the bathrooms. Then I considered vacuuming the house when it hit me. I was preparing my house for a visitor that wasn’t coming.

“Stop it, stupid!” I yelled out loud in the empty house. Was I just making myself busy so as not to think about her? Why was I obsessing so damn much? Did she put some kind of spell on me? I stopped myself and decided what I craved was a stiff drink. I looked down at my phone, still in its own kind of slumber. No missed calls. No new emails. I picked it up and called my friend Jarrod.

“Dude. I know we just went out last night, but I need a drink. Can we go back to that same bar?” He agreed with a “Hell yeah,” and we met later that evening. I had to move on with my life and stop obsessing.

“What’s her name?” Jarrod asked.


“The woman you’re here looking for. It’s so obvious. You must have talked to someone last night. But I don’t remember seeing it,” he had a big grin on his face as he lit up his first cigarette.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I wanted a distraction in our outing, not reminded of my obsession. “Dude. No one. There’s no one.”

He stared at me, smoke seeping out of his nostrils. He nodded his head and raised his eyebrows and took a drink. He was on to me.

“Look, you don’t know me!” I laughed and took a drink. “Maybe I’m just here to play some pool.

He continued to stare at me with a blank face. He didn’t even blink. He just waited.

I gave in. “Fine. Evelyn. Her name is Evelyn. She’s a beautiful British chick with long, dark hair and the most amazing eyes. I met her in the parking lot when I was leaving. It was crazy.” I told him the story of what happened after I left our group the night before.

A look of shock was now on his face. “You didn’t tell us there was a dead guy in the parking lot,” he seemed pissed. “I would have come outside to check that out!”

I shook my head and kept looking around the bar. I caught myself doing it and realized it was to see if she was there. Nothing. I didn’t see her. And all the other women looked plain and uninviting compared to Evelyn.

“Well, is she here?” Jarrod asked, seeing me look around.

I shook my head. “No. I doubt I’ll ever see her again. Let’s order another round. Maybe a game of darts?”

“In a minute. So, what’s the big deal? You see and talk to beautiful women all the time. What’s gotten into you?” His curiosity peaked.

“I dunno. I’m just obsessing about her. All the time. I spend the entire day cleaning and working on my house for no reason. It’s like I was preparing it for a guest that was coming over. Only, no one is coming over.”

He chuckled. “At least that mess of a little house is clean. For whenever you do get lucky enough to take a girl home.”

We finally played darts after another round of drinks and I won. It was a nice distraction from everything else.

After arriving home that night, I stripped and hopped in the shower before bed. I wanted to get the smell of smoke from the bar off of me. As the steamy water cascaded down my back, I found myself standing there again, thinking about her. It was her bright, green eyes. They were piercing when they looked at me. It was crazy to obsess, but yet, exciting to fantasize about meeting her again. I shook my head and finished washing off and then got out to get ready for bed.

It was a little after 2:30 AM when I climbed in under the covers. Exhausted, I laid my head on the pillows and covered up. I drifted off to sleep. I often slept like a log, but that night I was restless. I tossed and turned in my bed.

At 3:15 AM, my cell phone ringing roused me from sleep. I thought it was my alarm to wake me for work. I heard it stop ringing and I looked over at it. I picked it up and saw the time. I didn’t recognize the number and there was no voice  mail, so I put the phone back down and closed my eyes again. Five minutes later it began ringing again. I groaned. The same number was calling. I was getting pissed at the timing of the obvious wrong number, so I answered.

“Hello? Do you know what time it is? You have the wrong number.” I sounded defensive.

There was no one on the end that I could hear.

“Hello?” I asked again. Nothing. I hung up, laid my head down and tried to go back to sleep. Around 15 minutes later, I did.

The next day, on Sunday, I slept most of the day. I needed to rest. Sleep was the only time I didn’t feel crazy or stalker-ish about this woman. I got up now and then to eat or use the bathroom, but not much more. My phone remained silent throughout the day.

As the sun started to set, I decided to finally get out of bed and shower. After sitting around all day, I was starting to smell. And I needed to shave and clean myself up. After I dressed and turned on some lights in the house, I felt hungry.  My stomach growled so I went to the kitchen to see what I had to eat. Just condiments and old pizza in my refrigerator, I decided that I needed to go to the grocery store.

I grabbed my keys and drove to the nearest store to pick up a few things. She had finally started to fade from my mind. I decided to grill and watch some movies that night.

As I was walking out of the grocery store with the cart, I got to my car and heard a woman’s voice from behind me.


I turned and there she was, dressed all in black. A black skirt, black shirt and black heels. She didn’t look dressed for the grocery store, I thought to myself.

“Hey, uh, hi! Uh, hi! Evelyn. Yes. What’s going on?” The cart left my hands as I waved and rolled off to hit my car. I winced as it did.

“So. Did they ask about me?” Her English accent stood out. I loved it.

“Did they …who?”

“The police. Did they ask about me?” She said that last part with sarcasm dripping from her voice, as if I were mentally handicapped.

“Oh, no. Well, yes. I mentioned you and they wanted to know how to contact you. That’s all. I think they just want to know how you found him, maybe how long he was out like that. Just stuff.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Shit.” She rolled her eyes.

I paused. She looked either annoyed or worried. “You okay? Did you know that guy?”

“No. I shouldn’t be talking to you, but…” her voice trailed off.

“But what? It’s cool. I won’t tell them you called if you don’t want to talk to them.” I figured maybe she had a history or a warrant or something stupid like that.

“You won’t? If you keep quiet about me, I’ll reward you.” I thought I saw a slight grin on her face. The lights in the parking lot weren’t the greatest though.

I liked the sound of that. I perked up and smiled. “A reward? Uh, like money? Or more like, uh, dinner?” My heart skipped a beat at the realization that I had just hit on a beautiful woman.

“Dinner. Fine. Tomorrow night. But let’s make it a late dinner. I’m busy during the day.”

I was speechless. She just said yes.

“Well…awesome!” I blurted out. “Let’s do that Mexican restaurant near 2nd and Elm. 8:00. Do you know which one?”

“Yes. I’ll be there. Goodnight, Owen.”

I was about to say goodbye when I turned to grab the cart. When I turned back, she was gone. Vanished. I looked around in the dim parking lot, but didn’t see her. I sighed. I realized that in my haze I had suggested a two star food joint in a crappy part of town. And Mexican? For a first date? It was my favorite food, but still. This woman deserved fine dining. I slapped myself on the forehead.

“Idiot.” I said out loud.


The word ‘nervous’ had nothing on me. I was downright scared. I couldn’t focus on work at all. The day dragged by at a snail’s pace. Sometimes I was sure the clock wasn’t moving at all. And to top it all off, it was a Monday. My coworkers and my boss all seemed demanding. Finally it was after 5:00 PM. Time to go.

I was gathering my things and getting ready to leave work. I still needed to go home to get ready. For my date. With a beautiful woman. That brought a big smile to my face. I shut my laptop down and picked up my car keys. My boss, Eddie, poked his head in my office.

“Hey, can you send me your completed items from today before you go? I need to put together a report for management. You know how they are. They want to see what volume we have. And don’t forget your notes need a little more attention to detail. Liked we discussed.”

I sat back down in my chair. I placed my face in my hands on my desk and shook my head yes. “Sure thing. I was just about to leave. But, I got this.” I groaned.

“I’m sorry man. It won’t take you long. Living the dream!” he chuckled and walked off.

I lowered my head and banged it on my desk. Then I powered my laptop back on and set my keys back down. It would take me half an hour to finish this report so I decided I better get started. I checked my watch and it was now 5:30. I hated documentation but I trudged through it even so.

A half hour later, I finished up and hit ‘Send’ to email the report to my boss. It always seemed that the busier I was, the more work the firm gave me to do. I powered my laptop off, once again. I grabbed my keys and hurried out before anyone could catch me and ask me to do something.

The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive after I pushed the button. I felt vulnerable. I could still get caught and have to go back to my desk. The elevator arrived. It stopped at several floors on the way down and I felt it was mocking me with the slowness of the opening and closing of the doors at each floor.

At 6:10 I arrived at my car and sped out of the parking garage. The drive home was peaceful. I turned on the radio and relaxed. The songs and commercials went by with a blur. Even with the heavy traffic, I felt good knowing that I had a date that night. I couldn’t remove the smile from my face.

The closer I got to home, the more traffic I seemed to encounter. It was as if something supernatural was holding me back from my date. The cars were bumper to bumper but I was getting close to home.

Just then a police car pulled behind me and turned on lights and siren. I groaned and looked at my speed. I hadn’t been speeding so I wasn’t sure why I had to stop. I pulled over. I pulled my car over to the right and slowed to a stop. I then put it in park and sat there waiting for the cop to approach. As he approached the car from the rear, I recognized him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was Officer Morgan.

He arrived at my window as I was rolling it down.

“Sir, do you know why I stopped you?” he asked.

“Um, no. It’s Officer Morgan, right?” I looked at his name tag to confirm.

“That’s right, Mr. Sullivan. I pulled you over because I need to know if you’ve had any further contact with the woman from the bar parking lot the other night.”

I stared at him with my best poker face. “Um, no. I haven’t seen or heard from her. Why do you ask? And why couldn’t you just call me and ask?” I felt annoyed about this when I was in a hurry to meet her for our date.

“Sir, she’s a person of interest in this homicide case. And I believe she’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous? I remember a small, pretty girl. And, homicide? Was that guy in the parking lot murdered?” I asked.

“It’s an ongoing investigation that I can’t comment on,” he scowled.

“Well, like I said, if you hear from her…” he trailed off.

“Yes sir, Officer. I’ll call 911,” I said with a smirk.

He headed back to his car. I wondered how long he’d been following me.

I finally arrived at home. Pulling into the garage, I felt excited to finally get ready and prepare myself for the evening. I got out of my car and went in to the quiet house. It was too quiet. Then it hit me. I needed music. Music was something that would help me get ready faster. On the stereo, I put on some loud, hard rock music and went to the bathroom to shower. Concrete Blond’s song, ‘Bloodletting’, played in the background. I stripped down out of my business casual work clothes and jumped in the steamy shower.

Because of the great acoustics and my enlightened mood, I was singing in the shower and thinking about Evelyn. It wasn’t that I was a good singer, but I could feel the song penetrating my soul. I sang along, “I got the ways and means to New Orleans. I’m going down by the river where it’s warm and green. I’m gonna have a drink and walk around. I got a lot to think about. Oh, yeah.”

I finished washing and rinsed off and got out of the shower after another couple of songs. Drying myself off I started wondering what I’d wear. Looking in the closet it was easy to decide, at first. I put on my best button up shirt and jeans. Then I wondered if she’d dress nice again. She seemed to be a classy girl and always dressed nice. I hadn’t seen her wearing jeans or sweats or anything like that.

After dressing, I sprayed on some Cool Water cologne and brushed my teeth. Perhaps I’d sprayed on a little too much cologne, but maybe she’d like it. Only time would tell. Checking once more in the mirror, it was time to go. As soon as I grabbed my cell phone it started ringing. It was my friend Chris.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Dude! What’s happening?” Chris sounded cheerful on the other end of the call.

“Hello, sir. Just getting ready to go out on a date!” I was happy to say those words.

“A date? Jarrod told me something about that. He mentioned you liked a girl. But hey, if you change your mind, I’m having people over tonight and wanted to invite you. Hell, bring the girl if you want.”

I thought about it for a second, “Thanks man, I appreciate the invite. I guess if things go well, I’ll bring her by. If not, I’ll bring myself by!”

Driving to the restaurant in the dark, I arrived at ten minutes until 8:00. I took deep breaths and got out of the car.

“Owen. I’ve been waiting.”

Startled, I turned around to see her standing there. Evelyn. I smiled a big smile.

“Hi!” It was all I could manage to say as my nerves got the better of me.

“Uh, hi.” She looked at me with a furrowed brow. “Are you wearing a bit too much cologne?””

I blushed. I felt embarrassed. “Well, I’m sorry. You can smell that from there?” She must have had a good sense of smell.

“You’re fine. Can we go inside, Mr. Sullivan?” She raised her eyebrows and looked toward the door.

“Ladies first?” I was trying my hardest to make a good first impression but wasn’t sure it was working. As we walked, I took a step ahead and opened the door for her.

“Well done, Owen,” she said as she walked past me. Well done? I wondered if she was being condescending. Maybe she was in a bad mood. Maybe it was PMS. The hostess seated us and the waiter brought us chips and salsa.

“Can I get you something to drink to get you started? Maybe a couple of margaritas? Ma’am?” the waiter asked.

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” Evelyn said looking at the menu.


“Sure, bring us a couple of margaritas. On the rocks, with salt.”

“Yes, of course, sir,” and the waiter left.

I watched her look at the menu. Her long, dark hair was beautiful and curled. She looked like she had hair from the end of one of those shampoo commercials. Her makeup was perfect. She had on a strapless black dress with frill around the waistline. Her wrist adorned a large, shiny gold bracelet that looked old and valuable. Hanging from her ears were two long, shiny gold earrings, studded with diamonds. Her neck was necklace free, but her cleavage pushed up and out. I guessed she’d fit in better at a nice dance club and I was thankful that I dressed up a little.

“Have you picked out your meal, Owen, or are you just going to stare at them all night?” She looked up and in to my eyes.

I cleared my throat, “Stare at who?”

She rolled her eyes and pointed at her cleavage. “Them.”

I blushed. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re pretty.”

She looked at me. “Thank you. I haven’t heard that simple compliment in years.”

I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Um, have you been hiding under a rock?”

“Something like that.”

The waiter returned then with our drinks. “Are you ready to order?” I hadn’t even looked at the menu.

Evelyn spoke up, “I’m not hungry, but you can take his order. I’m fine with just the drink.”” The waiter looked to me for my order.

I was starving, but I felt like I would be uncomfortable eating in front of her.

“Just order. Whatever you want. Don’t worry. I want you to eat. You need your strength.” It was as if she had read my mind.

“I’ll have the combination plate,” I told the waiter. He took the menus and was off again.

“Tell me about yourself, Owen. Spare me no details. I have all the time in the world.” She smiled. I think it was the first time she smiled. Her teeth were straight and gorgeous. Her lips were like two soft pillows.

I took a drink of my margarita and set it back down. “Mmmm, these are good. You should try yours.”

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I’m okay for now.” Her skin was perfect and flawless and pale. Almost like a ghost white.

“Again. Owen. Tell me about you.” She placed her hand on mine and looked me in the eyes as she said it. I felt hypnotized almost.

“Sure. I was born in Texas in a small town somewhere around 40 years ago. I grew up with one brother and my parents. I didn’t do much in school and was happy to escape small town life for the Air Force after high school.””

“Older or younger brother?”

“Younger, by four years.”

“Did your parents love you?”

I looked at her for a moment, confused. “Yep, I’m pretty sure they did. How about you? Tell me about your family.”

“Not yet. Tonight is about you. Tell me more. How did you do in your studies? Or did you just chase girls?”

I laughed at that one. “No, I didn’t chase girls. And my studies? You sound like my grandma.” I smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. I went on, “Ok, I got crappy grades in school because I hung around the wrong crowd. In high school we drank too much. In the military and college we drank way too much. And girls? Well, I’ve known a few. We’re all disappointed a few times, right?”

“But you’ve done your share of one night stands and disappointments, now haven’t you Mr. Sullivan?””

I was speechless for a moment. Then, trying to get past those god awful gorgeous eyes, I found my voice.

“No. Maybe once or twice I haven’t felt something for the other person the same as they’ve felt for me. I’ve always tried to treat others with compassion and respect. I’m not a player and I don’t run around. I’m usually the one that falls in love too fast and gets hurt.” I felt emotions well up inside my chest. I took another drink. Then another.

“Interesting. And handsome. You aren’t what I expected, Owen.” She looked at me and shifted in her chair. ““So. Now. The military. Tell me all the secrets.” She grinned at me. When she smiled I felt high. Elated. She definitely had an effect on me like no other girl.

“I don’t know what to think of you,” I told her, taking another drink.

“Think of me? I told you. This is about what I think of you.” She flashed a quick, but fake looking smile.

“In the military I was a computer programmer. Pretty boring stuff except for when I went to Hawaii for a few years.”

“Ohhhh Hawaii. I love it there at night. The luau’s are so much fun.” She seemed to be warming up a little to me.

“Oh, you’ve been. Great! Did you ever check out the surfers up on the north shore during their competitions?”

“No. I don’t do sun and beaches. It’s bad for the skin.” She looked away.

“You’re missing out. I’m telling you.” Just then the waiter brought my plate and set it down.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything, ma’am?” He was staring at her like I did. I furrowed my brow and glared at him.

“No, thank you. I’m fine,” she replied, looking at my plate. The waiter left and I hesitated to eat in front of her.

“Eat. You’re drinking. You need food in your stomach,” she demanded.

“Ok, but you haven’t even touched your drink. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Let’s just say I’m on a diet.”

“Ok, but again, you’re missing out here.” I started eating and noticed she was staring at me. I tried to eat and not look like a pig.

I paused between bites and asked, “So, I know we’re talking about me, but I know nothing about you. And you’re so damn…” I stopped myself. It must have been the margarita loosening my tongue.

“Damn what, Owen? Or am I just damned?” She laughed out loud. Maybe too loud.

“Captivating.” I looked down into my food, avoiding her eyes. When she said nothing, I looked up and she was staring at me. With a small smile.

“Thank you.”

I finished up my plate with little hassle from Evelyn about my past and the waiter came with the check, offering desserts. We both declined this time. As I signed the receipt and added the tip, Evelyn stood up to go.

“I must go, Owen, but it’s been interesting to get to know you.”

“Leaving already? Want to go grab a drink somewhere and talk about me some more?” I chuckled.

“While that sounds nice, I have chores to do.”

“Chores? At night? Come on. Give yourself a break for the night. Come hang out with me.”

“No!” She raised her voice a little. I received the message loud and clear that she didn’t want to hang out with me after having met me. I was crazy to think she would.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s getting late. Hey, the pleasure was all mine tonight. Thanks for having dinner with me.”

“I didn’t mean to snap at you, Owen. I just have something I need to do tonight.”

“Ok, no problem. May I walk you to your car?”

“No thank you. I walked.”

“Oh, do you need a ride?” I perked up a little at the thought.

“No. Thank you.” She was firm in her tone. I felt like I was pushing it at this point. I stuck out my hand to shake hers. She took my hand and shook. Her hand was cold and dry. She must have been freezing.

We said our goodbyes and she walked out first. The waiter thanked me and I turned to thank him back. When I turned back, Evelyn was gone. Vanished from sight. I looked around and didn’t see her. I figured she must have gone to the restroom. I didn’t feel like going to Chris’s house at this point. I decided to just go home.


As I lay in bed that night, obsessed by thoughts of her, I tried to sleep. Not only did I think of her before falling asleep, but I dreamed of her. Although consumed by this woman, I didn’t feel good enough to be with her. But in my dreams and fantasies, a relationship with her was possible. I dreamed of her laugh and even her anger. I dreamed of her touch and even her cold hands. I dreamed about her striking, beautiful green eyes. She smiled at me. It was a good dream.

But it turned dark. Everything I saw darkened as if a heavy storm had moved in. In my dream, I saw myself running. Running from something evil. Something big and scary. Ahead of me, Evelyn held out her arms, beckoning me. I tried to warn her. I screamed her name over and over. “Evelyn! Evelyn!” I was screaming her name and trying to run to her. The monster was after her and I both. Right before I woke up, the dream changed. It darkened even more. I wasn’t running anymore. Laying on the ground, I saw myself laying in a pool of blood. Was it my death? Was it hers? Or both? I looked around but couldn’t see her. Frightened, I was shaking in my sleep. The shaking woke me from all that darkness, finally.

I sat up in bed and rubbed my sleepy eyes. It was 2:38 AM in the morning. A moment later, my phone began ringing. Looking over at my nightstand, I could tell it was that number I didn’t recognize again. I answered.

“Hello again.” There was no sound on the other end. “Okay, if you want to play this game, I’ll play. I’ve had a horrible night of sleep so far. I had this terrible nightmare that had me running in my sleep and waking up in a pool of blood. And now you’re calling me. And I’m talking to myself.”

“Listen, you’ve got to stop butt dialing me, whoever this is. You always call at night. Night is when I sleep. So, since you won’t listen to reason, I’m going to block your number. I’m sorry it has to end like this.” Still no sound, then the call ended. I tossed my phone to the side table and laid back down. I groaned in the dark. It was so quiet in my house. Not a sound, like the vacuum of space had hushed my surroundings.

After the dream and the phone call, I couldn’t sleep. I laid there in futility. Despite the hour I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep without medication.

I got out of bed and went to the living room to turn on the TV. As I sat on the couch, I had a growing feeling that someone was watching me from outside the living room windows. The TV played infomercials and crappy old shows so I muted the volume. I heard something outside the window and stood up to see what it was. I couldn’t see from the glare of the TV, so I grabbed the remote and turned it off. There I was, standing in the middle of the dark living room in my boxers and a TV remote in my hand. I felt stupid. But something caught my eye.

In the upper corner of the window, in the darkness, there was movement. I took a step toward the window and swallowed as my heart started picking up its pace. I peered with squinted eyes at the thing and took another step. Then I realized what it was. A bird. I felt silly. I took another step and got closer. I looked through the window and realized it wasn’t a bird. It was a bat. It was looking at me with little red eyes.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. As I turned to go sit back down the bat sprang from the corner and flew off into the night. I felt silly and sat back down.

Turning my attention to the TV, I turned it back on. Just then, I thought I saw Evelyn’s face smiling at me from a commercial. Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I realized it was just a dark-haired girl that looked like her. Sitting back on the couch I finally started to relax and let my eyes get heavy again. Then, in a soft whisper, I heard her voice whisper, “Owen…”

I sat up and looked around again. I looked at the window but nothing was there. My head was playing tricks on me. I felt like I was starting to obsess again. About her. Evelyn.

I kept replaying the evening before in my head and wondering how I could have done better. Maybe if I’d insisted on getting her to talk about herself I would have known a little more about her. It was then that I realized I didn’t know her last name. I didn’t know her phone number. I didn’t even know if she liked me or not. Nothing. Sleep overcame me finally. The night passed and the next morning rushed in from that point on.

I woke up feeling uncomfortable on the couch. Although it was Tuesday, I walked back to my bed and tried to close my eyes again. The more I tried, the more I was laying there looking at her beautiful, expressionless face. I decided that I’d had enough of that and buried my head under my pillows.

I sighed and got up. I made coffee, finally, and accepted the day. My favorite coffee tasted like chocolate donuts. With a lot of sugar and a little creamer, it was heavenly dessert in the morning. Coffee in hand, I left the kitchen still determined to make the most of the day.

Walking in to the living room I looked up in the corner of the window. There was no bat. Then I wondered where bats went during the day. I wasted the day away on my computer searching Google Images for “Evelyn” and hoping to see her face. There are a LOT of women named Evelyn on the internet.

The task wasn’t fruitful and I moved on to looking ahead at what I had to work on that day at my job. I headed in to work late for a rather uneventful day. My boss left me alone for the most part. My work was easy and the day crawled by at a snail’s pace. But, like all things, it came to and end and I headed back home.

Walking in to the quiet house, I felt bored. And lonely. It would have been nice to have someone there to greet me. To ask how my day was. To offer me dinner just cooked. I imagined someday I would have that.

I watched a zombie TV show that evening, while eating an entire box of macaroni and cheese. After that show I flipped through the channels and an old vampire movie caught my eye. As I watched I grew tired again. My eyes started to open and close and I laid back on the couch. Sleep overcame me finally.

At 3:16 AM, my cell phone started ringing on the coffee table. I sat up, realizing I had fallen asleep on the couch again. I picked up my phone and saw the mystery number again. I felt myself getting angry and wishing my phone had been on vibrate so it wouldn’t have woken me.

I answered, not saying anything. There was no sound on the other end either. I waited. No sound. I crooked the phone between my head and shoulder and crossed my arms. I felt determined to win this match. No voice on the other end. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the call ended. I smiled. I had won. Then I rubbed my face in my hands and said out loud, “You’re an idiot!”

The next morning at work my boss was being nice to me. He sent me a text message that read, “Want anything from Starbucks? I’m buying.” Needing the coffee, I wasn’t about to turn this down.

I sent a text message in return, “Sure! A medium mocha sounds awesome!”

A few minutes later, he was standing in my office and we were chatting about our to do lists for the day. He left me alone to do my work for the most part. But yet, he never hesitated to delegate new things to me if it seemed as though I weren’t busy enough. I drank down the delicious mocha in a rush.

I’d drank three more cups of coffee before 10:00 just so I could get through the morning. As much as I wanted to sleep, I was finally awake. And jittery. Work was moderate for a Wednesday and I kept up with the pace. I interacted with people coming and going by my office and answered computer questions. They all seemed happy.

I wanted to feel happy. Depression was kicking in from a lack of consistent sleep the last few nights. At lunch, I went to my car to sleep for a power nap. Setting the alarm on my phone I closed my eyes, leaning the seat back. My dreams came back to me, again.

This time I was, again, running in slow motion and screaming Evelyn’s name over and over. “Evelyn! Evelyn! No!” I slipped and fell into a pool of blood and hit my head. I sat up in my car as my alarm went off, waking up frightened.

A little while later I was sitting back at my desk and finishing up some work. The afternoon slipped by uneventfully and I was thankful for that.

Around 4:00, my desk phone rang and it was Jarrod.

“Yes sir. How may I assist you?” I answered.

“Dude. Work days suck. Happy hour?” he said with a chuckle.

“It did suck. I’m tired as hell though.” I yawned a little into the phone.

“Dude. I’m buying.”

“Ok, ok, you had me at ‘buying’. Besides, I have to tell you something.”


“I had freaking dinner with her!”

“With who?” he asked.

“Evelyn. The girl I told you about!”

“The girl from the dead body?”


“Dude. You’re weird. Meet you at five at the usual place?”

I sighed into the phone. “Yes.”

I hung up and started planning on how to sneak out an hour early. Excited to tell Jarrod about the date, I felt like a drink would do me good.

We met shortly after at the same pool hall as before. Sitting at our usual table, I ordered my usual beer from our usual waitress. Even though he rolled his eyes as I began, I went over the story of how dinner went the other night.

“I’m just going to lay it out on the table. This chick is weird and you should stay away from her,” Jarrod said slamming his hand down. “Are you listening?”

I rolled my eyes in return. The beer tasted good as I took another drink. “So I should just take one of these girls from the bar home?”

He looked around. “Nah,” and laughed out loud.

I continued, “Well there’s always the internet. Should I then just look for a girl online?”

“Hell no, that’s a surefire way to meet a psycho.” He chuckled.

“Then this chance meeting is a valid opportunity. Despite her involvement in this dead body thing. Sure, she’s cold and unapproachable. And she doesn’t seem to like me. I know. She is kinda weird. But I like her. In fact…” I lowered my head and twirled my beer glass around on the table.

“What? What is it? I just have a bad feeling about her. Some weird intuition,” he said.

“Well, I’m obsessing. Like, I can’t stop thinking about her and even dreaming about her. Would you believe I haven’t eaten anything decent recently, either?”

He lowered and shook his head. “Owen. You also haven’t had a girlfriend in forever. You’re just lonely and latching on to the first thing that walks by. Maybe you should take a girl from the bar home once or twice. Maybe one or two of them. Get this need out of your system for a while. It’s not like you can’t pick someone up if you put your mind to it.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. But life is short. We don’t live forever, so I feel like I should latch on to this one while I can. Besides, she has this amazing English accent. It’s so sexy!” I smiled big.

Jarrod burst into laughter at me and began talking in a English accent. The waitress stood there staring at us for a moment and asked if we wanted another round. We both nodded in unison. After she brought us two more beers, Jarrod challenged me to a game of pool.

“Be careful if she starts talking about marriage. Or getting her green card,” he warned as he took a shot with the pool cue.

That put a smile on my face. One thing I didn’t sense from Evelyn was the need to get married and become a citizen.

After I was home that night my heavy head hit the pillow and my eyes couldn’t stay open any longer. I didn’t even undress. I just let go. As I drifted off, I began to see Evelyn’s face and feel her presence in my dreams. Her face was perfect, flawless and beautiful. She smiled and I felt a comfort from her that I had never felt before. Her presence enveloped me like a warm blanket on a cold night.

All that faded and my dream grew dark. I started dreaming the same dream where I was running and screaming her name and ending up lying in a pool of blood. As I lay in a pool of blood, I tried to figure out how I was injured or what had happened. Nothing came to me in answers.

Like an alarm clock, the sound of my phone ringing jostled me from my sleep. I opened my eyes. Hours had passed and it was 4:10 in the morning. I looked at my phone and silenced it. I wasn’t going to answer those calls of silence tonight. I was too tired. A few minutes later, I saw it light up again as the call came in again. I closed my eyes and ignored it. I pulled a pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep. Less than an hour later, sleep came to me. I rested.

Days and nights passed. Finally, I had caught up on my sleep and I hadn’t been drinking at all. I also hadn’t heard from Evelyn. That part was saddening to me. I thought for sure I’d hear from her again. Worst of all, I was still having the weird dreams. They didn’t bother me as much now. On the flip side, as a bonus, the phone calls stopped. It felt like I could almost go back to normal finally.


On Saturday night, I had just gotten home from a barbecue at my friend Chris’s house and jumped in the shower. It was about 11:30 PM and I was ready to watch a movie and go to bed.

When I got out of the shower, I saw that I’d missed two calls. Both from the mystery number. I grew mad and rolled my eyes. At least it wasn’t in the middle of the night. I toweled off some more and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. As I finished dressing, my phone rang again. In frustration I picked it up and yelled.

“Stop. Calling. This. Number. Asshole.”

“Owen?” A quiet woman’s voice came from the other end.

I was stunned. Someone finally said something.

“Uh, yes. This is Owen, who’s this?”


My arm muscles reflexed in a spasm and I dropped the phone. I groaned and picked it up off of the floor.

“Hey! Evelyn, long time, no see! How are you?”

“I need your help. Now. Can you come?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so. I just need to get dressed. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t say over the phone. Just come to 32nd and Provost as soon as you can. I’ll be in a black car. Hurry. Time is of the essence.””

She hung up.

I looked at the phone with a confused look on my face. I didn’t know what to do for a moment so I just stood there. Then it hit me. All those late night calls were her. She had been calling. Maybe she had been too shy to say anything. “Holy crap! I better go!” I yelled out to the empty house. I scrambled to get my shorts off and grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet.

A few minutes later I was in my car and driving. I drove as fast as I could towards 32nd street and Provost. I couldn’t even imagine what was so important. I was just happy to get to see her again. I arrived at the intersection and saw only the one car. A black car. I slowed to a stop and parked the car a few car lengths away from the darkened car. I couldn’t tell if anyone was inside.

I stepped cautiously out of my still-running car, with the headlights on and walked toward the ominous black car. The windows were tinted dark, so there was no seeing in. I stopped a few feet from the car and waited. I started to think I was in the wrong place when I suddenly heard my name.


I jumped probably a good foot off of the ground and turned around. It was Evelyn, dressed all in black, like a burglar. She wore a long sleeve black turtleneck, black jeans and black boots. She was also wearing black leather gloves.

“Jesus you scared the shit out of me!” I said loudly.

“Shhhh! Keep your bloody voice down!” she hissed at me.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong? Why did you bring me here?” I was feeling a moment of frustration.

“I’ve done it again. And again. And again.” She looked like she was about to cry.

“Huh? What did you do? Rob someone’s house?”

“Not quite. But I did rob someone of something.”

Now that I’d been calmed by her lovely accent, I tried to think rationally.

“Alright, just calm down and try to explain who you robbed and what’s going on.”

“He’s sitting in the black car.”

“The guy you robbed?” I started getting nervous again.

“Yes. But don’t worry.”

“Does he know? Is he pissed?” I looked at the car but didn’t see the guy through the tinted window.

“Oh he knew. And, no, he’s not angry anymore,” she said with sadness in her voice.

“Ok. Should we go talk to him? Should we run? What’s the plan here?”

“I need you to drive his car to the river and dump it and him in it.”

I paused. “Uh, excuse me?”

“He’s dead. We need to rid ourselves of this body. Now.”

“Dead?” I asked quietly.

“Dead. Yes. Now let’s get on with it before my mood blackens more.”

“How did he die? Did you…?”

Then, I thought I saw her eyes turn a shade of red and she spoke with a deep, monstrous voice that scared the hell out of me, “He’s dead because I killed him!””

I stared at her blankly, blinking my eyes a little too rapidly. I was starting to shake.

“Bugger all. Do. You. Understand. Me?” She spoke very slowly.

I nodded my head yes. I mentally collected myself.

“So, a robbery gone bad. You killed him. Self defense. Am I right?”

She looked at me with those angry eyes and crossed her arms.

“Maybe he tried to touch you. Hurt you. Self defense?”

“I drank his blood.”

“Maybe you found him that…uh…what?”

“I drank his blood until he was dead. On purpose.”

I was then at a loss for words. I just stared at her. She stared back at me, waiting for me to process her words.

“So…you are like a…Satanic cult member or something?”

She laughed out loud. “You’re cute. No.”

“I’m not understanding. Like a…vampire?”



“Bingo.” She stopped smiling.

“You’re trying to tell me that you called me out here to tell me there’s a dead guy in that car and that you’re a vampire and that you killed him and now you want my help getting rid of the body?”


I wasn’t breathing properly in my state.

“This is a joke, right?”

“You’re an arse.”

“I’m the asshole here?” I wanted to take that one back.

“You won’t like me when I get angry.” She looked angry.

“Ok, fine.”

“Fine what?”

“We’ll set the car on fire and leave it here. That’ll cover your tracks.”

“Really?” She perked up and smiled.

“No. Is there really a dead body in there?”

She stopped smiling. “Yes. Go look. Now.”

I rolled my eyes, not believing her. I walked over to the black car and opened the driver’s door. I looked inside. Then I closed the driver’s door and walked back to Evelyn.. I said nothing.

“Believe me now?” she asked.

“About the dead guy, yes. I believe you. That you’re a blood sucking vampire, no.”

She looked at me with angry eyes that suddenly turned bright, glowing red. Her hair seemed to be blowing in the wind behind her. In fact, the wind seemed to pick up all around. She lifted her arms up to her sides and her body began to slightly levitate off of the ground. My jaw dropped open.

“What…the…fuck?” came out of my mouth.

She looked down at me from her levitated, wind-blown position off the ground and bared her teeth with a growl. There were two large, long fangs coming out of her mouth.

I stood there in disbelief at what I was looking at.

“Believe me now?” came a demonic voice from her beautiful little frame.

I was stunned. I slowly nodded my head yes, but I still didn’t understand what was happening.

She came back down to the ground, the wind died down and her eyes stopped glowing. She was smiling wide and her fangs were still showing.

“If you need further demonstration…”

“Uh, I need to take in what I just saw so far,” I stammered.

“I’m 341 years old.”

“Hmm. Well, I’m 41. So…that makes you 300 years older than me?”

“Yes, Owen. Brilliant.” She rolled her eyes.

I closed my eyes and placed my hands on my face, rubbing in frustration. I opened my eyes and looked up at the night sky.

“So here I am. Standing here in front of the girl I’ve been obsessing about. There’s a dead guy behind me. She tells me, no, shows me that she’s a vampire. I’m supposed to just accept all of this and live my life as normal?” My voice was slightly elevated.

Evelyn was staring at me.

“Furthermore, I just saw your eyes turn red and watched you levitate off the ground like a freaking magic show. And that demon voice…I think I literally shit my pants.” I looked and she was still staring at me.

“So? What am I supposed to do now, Evelyn?”

She smiled. “You obsess about me?”


“You said it. That you obsess about me. Do you? Really?”

“Uh. Yeah. A lot.”

She ran up and hugged me as I cowered a little from her approach.

“That’s so sweet, Owen!” She was giddy with happiness as her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly.

“Have you been calling me late at night and hanging up?” I asked as she hugged, her face nuzzled into my neck. I wondered for a moment if she might bite.

“Um. Yes. Sorry.”

I smiled and hugged her back. Tightly.

After a moment, we let go of each other and she smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Now, seriously, whatever you are or aren’t, what are we going to do about the guy in the car?” I asked.

She winked. “It was a test to see how you’d react. You don’t worry your pretty head about him. I’’ll clean up my mess. Time for you to run along now.”

“And you trust me not to call the police about the dead guy?”

She smiled, “You don’t want to be dead, too, do you?”

I shook my head in disbelief at everything I’d just witnessed. I knew better than to push it so I just turned and waved bye and walked back to my car.

Later that night, as I lay in bed falling asleep, I noticed a bat in my bedroom window, staring in. I remembered vampire movies I’d watched and wondered…but then shook it off. I had to get some sleep if I was going to process all this. My heavy eyes took me away to slumber.


I woke up the next morning, very groggy. It was storming outside and the skies were dark. It was dark in my room, so I reached over to turn a lamp on. I rolled over and what I saw scared the shit out of me.

“AAAHHH!” I screamed out.

Evelyn was standing next to my bed, staring at me.

“What the fuck Evelyn? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

She smiled and said, “Good morning dear Owen!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a coffin or sleeping somewhere right now?” I asked, pulling the covers up over me.

“Not quite. The sun hasn’t come out yet. So I’m safe.”

“Why are you here in my bedroom?”

“I was just watching you sleep. I promise I didn’t bite.” She giggled a little. “But I will if you want me to.”

“I’ve seen what happens to people you bite. No thank you.”

She laughed out loud, “Oh you have no idea what it’s like to be bitten. Death is not what happens.”

“Oh really? Then what happened to the guy in the black car?”

“I bit him.”

“I rest my case.”

“I have the choice to kill or not kill. When I let my victims live, it’s exquisite to them. Quite lovely. I only kill so that I won’t leave a witness behind.”

“Wait. I’m a witness.”

“You’re something else.”

“So really. What’s it like? To be bitten. What do you mean exquisite?”

“It’s like an orgasm. I should know. I was bitten before I was turned.”

“Like an orgasm? Really?”

“It’s a gift.” She smiled and winked at me.

“That sounds interesting. Except for the death part.”

“For two days.”


“The pleasure continues for a couple of days.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Not at all, Owen. Why would I?”

“It sounds…awesome. To tell you the truth, I wish I knew what two days of pleasure would be like. That’s better than any drug out there.”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tried them.”

“Well, you’re not really missing out there.”

We looked at each other for a moment in a sexually tense way.

“So,” Owen speaks up, “here you are. In my bedroom. And I’m not dressed under these covers.”

“Oh bother, I’ve seen it all Owen. Don’t be modest in front of a 341 year old woman.” She smiled at him.

“Ok, fine. But you’re not going to follow me to the bathroom are you?”

“No. You can do that business alone. I’ll wait here.”

I hesitantly scooted up and slid over to the edge of the bed and stood up and walked to the bathroom. Naked. That’s how I slept. How was I supposed to know a vampire hot chick would wake me up? As I walked away she whistled as she looked at my butt. I rolled my eyes and shut the bathroom door.

I stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, wondering what it would be like to be bitten. I felt the skin on my neck. I couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t hurt. After peeing and washing my hands, I wrapped a towel around myself. I came out and she was laying in my bed, her beautiful flowing hair on my pillows.

“So, yeah, just make yourself at…”

“Owen,” she interrupted, “let me bite you before I go. Please. You’ll love me for it. I know you want it anyway.”

“How would you know that?”

“I can smell the want on you.”

“Wait, what? You can smell things that I want?”

“No. I smell the want. Then I understand what it is that you want.”

“Everything that I want?”

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “I know your wants. It’s ok.”

“What’s ok?”

“It’s ok for me to bite you, yes? Besides, I’m hungry. It’s a win win.”

I sighed. I couldn’t believe the next word out of my mouth. I should have kicked myself.


“Oh goody! Yay!” she giggled. “Come here. Lie in my arms. This won’t hurt a bit.”

“Why the dramatic laying down bite?”

“Like I said, I know you want me in your bed. This is all you get for now. Take it or leave it.”

I hesitantly crawled on the bed and over to her. She outstretched her arms and wrapped them around me as I lay on her side. Our faces were an inch apart and I was tempted to kiss her at that moment. I looked into her eyes and she smiled. Her eyes seemed to change in a flash to red and back. I looked at her smile and saw two elongated fangs protruding from her gums that weren’t there a moment ago.

“Just kiss me already,” she said and giggled.

I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, feeling a warm surge of excitement shoot through me. She grabbed me by the hair and gently pulled my head to the side and leaned her mouth down to my open neck. It was then that felt it. A sharp split second followed by a warm splash of ecstasy washing over my mind and body. It was indeed like an orgasm, but more intense and sustained.

She sucked on the blood coming from my neck for a moment and then growled softly and backed off. I’m pretty sure it was a growl, but I didn’t care. I was in heaven. It seemed as if the colors in the room were more vivid than ever before. I couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure going through my body and I moaned softly.

She stopped and wiped her mouth with her sleeve and looked over at me. My eyes were rolled back in my head and I was humming song I’d heard on the radio recently. I was high as hell.

“Well, then, I’ll leave you to it,” she said, although I didn’t hear her. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Next time I’ll kiss you back.”

I don’t know how long I was out but I looked at my phone, plugged in on the nightstand and it was Monday morning at 3:00 AM. I woke up feeling exhausted. I could barely stand, let alone walk. I fell twice going to the bathroom. I crawled back to my bed and grabbed my phone. I typed up an email to my boss, saying I wouldn’t be in that day due to a stomach virus I caught.

As I put my phone back down, it began to ring. I looked at it and it was the number that had been calling late at night. Evelyn. I answered.


“Owen. I imagine you feel like dirt right now. How are you?”

“I’ve been out all weekend?”

“Yes. I checked on you often. I helped you to the bathroom once or twice but you probably don’t remember.”

“Um, no. You watched me piss?”

“I’ve seen worse.”

“Why did you do that?”

“So you wouldn’t piss all over yourself. Besides, your state of being was my fault.”

“I thought it was two days of pleasure.” I groaned.

“It was, but your body couldn’t handle it, so it was more like a drunken blackout for you.”

“Oh wow. That IS stronger than any drug out there.”

“May I see you?”

“Uh, sure.”

I heard my front door open and close.

“Did you just walk in?” I asked but the phone call had ended. I heard footsteps until they approached my room. I sat up in bed and looked. There she was. Dressed in a beautiful blue dress and heels.

“I was sort of…outside. Waiting for you to wake up,” she said.

“I called in sick. Well, I emailed and said I wouldn’t be in. I’m weak. I can hardly walk.””

“I know. I’ll make you some food. Lay down. Relax. I’ll be right back.”

We spent the rest of the night making small talk. I ate. I showered and dressed. She was very kind and patient with me.

“Want me to bite you again? It gets better.” She laughed.

“NO!” I tried not to laugh. I could tell I was falling for her. I was falling for this beautiful creature.


I stayed home from work on Monday and slept most of the day. I woke up around dusk feeling incredibly better. After a shower and getting dressed, I made myself something to eat.

It was shortly after dark when I heard a knock at my door. I knew it was Evelyn, so I just yelled, “Come on in!”

I was in the kitchen and heard footsteps approaching after the door opened. They didn’t sound like girl footsteps. They were heavy and slow.

“Hello? Who’s there?” I said, starting to walk to the front room.

A large, muscular-looking man stood before me, startling me in my tracks. He was wearing a perfectly fitted black suit with a red tie. His graying black hair was slicked back and he wore dark sunglasses.

“Hello, Mr. Sullivan. Please allow me to introduce myself.”

“You’re a man of wealth and taste?” I couldn’t help myself. The song lyrics popped into my head.

He spoke slowly and enunciated each word carefully. “Something like the song by the Rolling Stones, yes,” he quickly answered. “My name is Augustus. I am what you would call ‘friends’ with Evelyn. I have come to introduce myself and have a small chat with you.”

“Are you a…”

“A vampire?” he laughed heartily. “Yes. A very old one, at that. You knowing this fact gives me cause to kill you where you stand but, rest assured, I will not. You see, I dearly love my progeny and do not wish to upset her.”

“I’m not sure I understand how I can help you,” was all I could come up with after the death threat.

“Please. I will reveal all to you. Do not feel anxious or afraid. Please, sir, have a seat and let’s talk.”

Feeling compelled, I sat down at the kitchen table.

“May I?” he asked, pointing at the chair opposite from me. I nodded my head yes and remained quiet.

“You see, Mr. Sullivan, I have come to you with a short request. I need you to please leave Evelyn alone and forget her. She’s very complicated and it is my wish for her to not be further complicated.”

“Are you asking me to forget everything I’ve seen? How can I forget her? I dream about her for fuck’s sake.””

“That is unfortunate. I assure you that all will fade in time. Has she bitten you?”

“Yeah. She has.”

“Oh dear, this might take longer than I had hoped for you.”

“Listen, you can’t just come in my house uninvited and start telling me what to do.”

“Quite the contrary, Mr. Sullivan. I can come here uninvited and I most certainly can tell you WHAT TO DO!” His voice raised and he slammed his fist on the table.

“Look, I’m not trying to piss you off. But can’t you see this from my point of view?”

He laughed again and composed himself. “I most certainly can, but you cannot see things from my point of view. I am an ancient vampire and I have centuries of wisdom that you’ll never have.

“Just how old are you?” I asked.

“Let’s say I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain.”

I laughed this time, remembering the song lyrics we started off with.

“It is no laughing matter! We vampires have a right to be proud! What devil or witch was ever so great as a killer, whose blood flows in these veins?”

“Are you quoting a movie now?” I asked.

He chuckled, “I enjoy this conversation Mr. Sullivan.”


“As you wish, Owen. You see, the problem is the movies. They have desensitized your kind from my kind. Men don’t fear vampires anymore. They fear viruses. They fear terrorism.”

“We fear death. And vampires bring death. I’ve seen it.”

“I wish that were true, Owen. However, you do not fear me as much as you should.” He stood up and walked to the kitchen doorway. “This existence that I’m trapped in. It isn’t about survival. It’s about transcendence. Rising above the animals. There are still others like me. We have evolved, you see. We are now a higher species. But all is not lost. You can still live your meager life and enjoy it, under one condition. You must leave Evelyn alone.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“I didn’t either. But I am responsible for her and I cannot have you meddling in my…investment.”

“That sounds so personal.”

“Your sarcasm is lost on me, Owen. And you bore me. You are nothing but food to me. A resource of blood. The blood is the life…and it shall be mine.”

“Another movie quote?”

“Good evening, Mr. Sullivan. I should hope that we do not have to meet again in the near future. Or I shall perhaps choose to dine on you. What you experienced with Evelyn is nothing compared to a 2,000 year old vampire.”

“So, wait, what you’re saying is stay away from Evelyn or you’ll eat me?”


“And what if she comes to me? What am I supposed to do? Tell her about your threat?”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll heed my advice. That is all I have to say to you. Good day.””

With that, he walked out and shut the door behind him quietly.


After Augustus left, my cell phone began to ring. I shook off the creepy conversation and answered my phone. From the number, I could tell it was Evelyn.


“The fact that you answered means you’ve accomplished more than most other humans.”

“What did I accomplish?” I asked.

“You’re alive. He didn’t kill you and drain your blood.”

“He seemed like a nice guy, except for the death threat.”

“I was outside listening. I’m very sorry that I’ve dragged you into the middle of this.”

“Nonsense. The middle of what?”

“I’m sort of what you’d call a runaway. My family, or coven, and I came to a disagreement of fundamental truths. I’ve been on my own for the last 80 years. But that’s enough talk on the phone. I’m coming in.”

I hung up and she opened the front door. She stepped inside and slowly walked towards the kitchen where I was. Step after step I heard her approaching me. I could tell she was wearing heels by the sound of her footsteps. My heartbeat seemed to quicken the closer she got.

“Hello Owen,” she smiled at me as she came around the corner,

I gulped and swallowed. “Hello Evelyn.”

“I know he told you to stay away from me. But that doesn’t mean I have to stay away from you, does it?”

I nervously shook my head no.

“And if I’m close to you, I can protect you. I think you need a little protection, don’t you?”” She spoke slowly and softly with a smile on her face.

I nodded yes. She had me mesmerized.

She began taking small steps toward me. One at a time. “You see, it’s been a long, long time since I had a friend to talk to. And you make me smile. That’s hard to do for a centuries old vampire. I’ve seen it all and become bored and cynical. I’ve become distrustful of human sincerity or integrity. But I’ve been watching you, Owen. You are sincere. And you do have integrity. I like that about you.”

She was now standing in front of me, face to face.

“Dear Owen, do you think you can stand to be my friend, despite what you’ve been exposed to already?

I nodded slowly as my heart rate and breathing were accelerated. “I can,” was all I could come up with.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me firmly. She lay her head on my chest and put her ear to my heart. I could tell she was listening as she hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged back tightly.

“Good, because your life is now in danger. And I hunger. Being around a hungry vampire leads to good things for you.”

“Hungry? The last time you bit me it wiped me out! How in the hell is that good for me?”

“The second time isn’t as…harsh. Trust me, you’ll love me when I’m through with you.”

I paused, unable to say anything at the thought of loving her. I obsessed about her. My heart raced when I was around her. I felt like I was already falling in love.

“Let’s go lay down. I have something I want to do to you,” she said.

She took me by the hand and led me into my bedroom. As we entered the darkened room, she led me to the bed and pushed me down on to it. She laughed as she did. I was in a sort of trance it seemed. I couldn’t move on my own and I have nothing to say as if I couldn’t speak. I rolled over and lay on my back and looked up at her.

She took off her top and her skirt and stood there, smiling at me in the dark, in her panties and bra.

“Let’s get those pants off. Like I said, I have something I want to do to you,” she commanded. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off of me. I was only left in my socks, boxers and t-shirt. Then she climbed up on the bed and up between my legs. She lowered her face near my crotch and breathed on to me. It was a coldish-type of breath. Not a naturally hot breath as one would have expected.

“Just lay back and enjoy,” she said.

I laid my head back, expecting one thing and received something totally different. She bit me.

She bit hard into my flesh on the inside of my bare thigh. The blood began to flow and she began to drink, slurping and swallowing.

The initial bite stung a little but I was overcome by a numbness all over my body. Then a wave of ecstasy washed over me and I felt what was more like a sustained orgasm. My body tensed and my muscles tightened as she continued to drink. I was becoming light headed and my eyes closed. I drifted in my mind to a warm, loving place where I was happy and felt no pain. I was in a sort of heaven from this experience.

She stopped drinking at some point and had stripped down to being naked and laid beside me, spooning me, as I continued to drift endlessly in the high I’d gotten from her bite. At some point I felt her on top of me. She was having sex with me, but all I could feel was the surging drug of her bite flowing through me. I floated above my bed, or so it seemed. As I floated, I turned and looked down and saw her atop me, mounted and groaning in sexual delight. After she finished, she laid down beside me again. She held me tightly as I drifted off to sleep. A deep, deep, blissful sleep.

         Hours later, she whispered into my ear, “I must go soon. But I’ll return at night. Can you hear me?”

         I nodded yes. I still felt orgasmic.

         “I’m going to ask you a question. Do you think you can answer me honestly?”

         I nodded yes again. I was pretty sure that I could.

“I want you to be mine. Which means, I want you to be with me or available to me all hours of the day and night. I want you to be my guardian and my protector. I want you to be my servant and my errand boy. I want you to be my friend and my lover. This means you’ll have to quit your job. I’ll provide for you. You’ll have to feed me. In return you’ll get unlimited physical bliss. Do you understand and do you accept?””

I sat there and listened to her. After that night, I would do anything for her. Although there was only one answer that came to mind in response.

“Why me?” I asked.

She sighed. Loudly. “Because I said so, Owen. Because I’m your master now. Now answer the questions.”

I nodded. “Yes I understand. And, yes, I’ll be yours. I would love to.”

She looked at me and smiled. Then she gave me a big hug and kissed me.


The next morning I did a cowardly thing. I woke up late, around 10:00 in the morning. I checked my phone and saw several missed calls. Most of them from work. After making a stop in the bathroom to pee, I headed to my computer in the living room. My email Inbox had several messages from my boss and I groaned. I didn’t want to read any of them, so I just composed a new one.

It read, “I resign, effective immediately. Thank you, Owen.” I felt like a coward.

And then a sinking feeling came over me after I hit send. I had to entertain the thought that perhaps Evelyn wouldn’t come through on her promise to take care of me. And what did that mean, anyway? Another part of me felt exhilarated that I was now free from that boring, monotonous job. I put my phone down and sighed.

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