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way. And it really sucked that I was going to spend another day without seeing or taking care of my children.
I crawled onto the bed and debated whether or not I should use the last vestiges of willpower to undress. Nope. Not gonna happen. If I was lucky, Patrick would join me, de-clothe me, and… well…
keep his mitts off me. I didn't need to have sex with him.
But I wanted to.
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That night, I called a meeting. All the new vampire citizens of Broken Heart gathered in my living room. I tried to keep the meeting a secret from Stan and the vamps, but Patrick poked around in my head and found out. Having my friends milling around in my home reminded me of other social gatherings.
Barbecues, Christmas parties, Easter egg hunts. We ate desserts and drank wine and laughed. Rich had been by my side, the perfect host, the perfect husband. I had been so happy being his wife. Maybe that's why his betrayal pierced me so deeply. I couldn't understand how or why he fell in love with another woman.
After I caught Rich and Charlene banging each other stupid, Rich had pulled up his pants and admitted he was going to leave me. Right there. In the Motel 6. With his mistress splayed on the cheap comforter, still sweaty and half clothed and postorgasmic.
He moved out that night. The next day, I drove toTulsa crying and bitching and listening to sad love songs so I could buy myself new bedroom furniture.
The wood was burnished cherrywood. I bought the king-sized four-poster bed, the dresser with its ornate mirror, two nightstands, and a rocking chair. Later, I added a red wingback—a garage sale find.
It was necessary to recreate the space. To wipe out the memories that lingered. To know that Rich's clothes had never occupied space in that dresser. To know he had never slept in that bed or turned to me in the morning, his hands palming my breasts as he leaned down to kiss me. To know that I had changed what had been "ours" to what was now only "mine."
The bitterness had faded. The pain had healed. Yet, my hatred for Charlene had always been too pure, too focused to free myself from it. I don't think I could forgive her for being the reason Rich left me. And the reason he died.
I admit it. I debated for a full hour about whether or not to invite Charlene, but finally made the call. In typical fashion, she was alone, at the back of the room, observing. No matter where she went, it was like she had an invisible force field. Everyone gave her at least three feet of space. I felt a twang of conscience. And a sliver of respect. Charlene always held up her head, always smiled, always pretended like she didn't see the way people treated her like the town whore. Maybe falling in love with a married man was her only mistake, but she paid penance for it daily. I'll tell you, that stuck in my craw.
But because I couldn't offer friendship to my husband's mistress, I turned to Patrick. "What are the Consortium's plans for us?"
The buzz of conversation ceased and all eyes turned to him.
"We have made financial arrangements for everyone," he said. "Notices have been given at jobs. The children are cared for during the day."
"How am I supposed to raise my sons if I never see them?" asked Ralph. "And I worry about… about the need for blood. If that desire will make me…" His face grayed.
"You are incapable of hurting your children," said Patrick. "It's physically impossible for a vampire to do harm to anyone he loves."
I perked up at this news. I was incredibly relieved to know that my children were safe from my undead thirst. Now, Patrick, on the other hand… yum. Except he hadn't given me any yum tonight, the wanker.
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I asked, "What if the vampire doesn't love anyone?"
"If he goes too long without companionship or friendship, without feeling compassion or love… a vampire loses his
I crawled onto the bed and debated whether or not I should use the last vestiges of willpower to undress. Nope. Not gonna happen. If I was lucky, Patrick would join me, de-clothe me, and… well…
keep his mitts off me. I didn't need to have sex with him.
But I wanted to.
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That night, I called a meeting. All the new vampire citizens of Broken Heart gathered in my living room. I tried to keep the meeting a secret from Stan and the vamps, but Patrick poked around in my head and found out. Having my friends milling around in my home reminded me of other social gatherings.
Barbecues, Christmas parties, Easter egg hunts. We ate desserts and drank wine and laughed. Rich had been by my side, the perfect host, the perfect husband. I had been so happy being his wife. Maybe that's why his betrayal pierced me so deeply. I couldn't understand how or why he fell in love with another woman.
After I caught Rich and Charlene banging each other stupid, Rich had pulled up his pants and admitted he was going to leave me. Right there. In the Motel 6. With his mistress splayed on the cheap comforter, still sweaty and half clothed and postorgasmic.
He moved out that night. The next day, I drove toTulsa crying and bitching and listening to sad love songs so I could buy myself new bedroom furniture.
The wood was burnished cherrywood. I bought the king-sized four-poster bed, the dresser with its ornate mirror, two nightstands, and a rocking chair. Later, I added a red wingback—a garage sale find.
It was necessary to recreate the space. To wipe out the memories that lingered. To know that Rich's clothes had never occupied space in that dresser. To know he had never slept in that bed or turned to me in the morning, his hands palming my breasts as he leaned down to kiss me. To know that I had changed what had been "ours" to what was now only "mine."
The bitterness had faded. The pain had healed. Yet, my hatred for Charlene had always been too pure, too focused to free myself from it. I don't think I could forgive her for being the reason Rich left me. And the reason he died.
I admit it. I debated for a full hour about whether or not to invite Charlene, but finally made the call. In typical fashion, she was alone, at the back of the room, observing. No matter where she went, it was like she had an invisible force field. Everyone gave her at least three feet of space. I felt a twang of conscience. And a sliver of respect. Charlene always held up her head, always smiled, always pretended like she didn't see the way people treated her like the town whore. Maybe falling in love with a married man was her only mistake, but she paid penance for it daily. I'll tell you, that stuck in my craw.
But because I couldn't offer friendship to my husband's mistress, I turned to Patrick. "What are the Consortium's plans for us?"
The buzz of conversation ceased and all eyes turned to him.
"We have made financial arrangements for everyone," he said. "Notices have been given at jobs. The children are cared for during the day."
"How am I supposed to raise my sons if I never see them?" asked Ralph. "And I worry about… about the need for blood. If that desire will make me…" His face grayed.
"You are incapable of hurting your children," said Patrick. "It's physically impossible for a vampire to do harm to anyone he loves."
I perked up at this news. I was incredibly relieved to know that my children were safe from my undead thirst. Now, Patrick, on the other hand… yum. Except he hadn't given me any yum tonight, the wanker.
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I asked, "What if the vampire doesn't love anyone?"
"If he goes too long without companionship or friendship, without feeling compassion or love… a vampire loses his
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