as I get cleaned up.”
“Thanks.”
He left, and Erin and Gladys helped me up the stairs to my bedroom. Winter had remodeled it, too, turning the space into a proper bedroom instead of a room with a bed against one wall and a sink against the other. He’d replaced the double with a king-size, put in a proper shower, even a fifty-two-inch projection screen on the wall. He’d extended the space into the storage area on the other side to make room for a walk-in closet. There was even a little fridge so I could store my magic ice sword without the condensation leaving wet rings on the floor. It was nice.
The girls took off my clothes, tucked me into bed, and lay next to me so that their body heat would keep me warm. Just before I fell asleep, Beatrice showed up and took Erin’s place. She’d been over at the Highland Towers and it had taken her longer to make the commute. We didn’t do anything because, despite my many indiscretions with Rachel, I was really trying to stay faithful to Tabitha.
It may sound funny, but to a man from my generation, especially from my family, wedding vows are important. You don’t break them casually even if you cheated all through the courtship. Once you tie the knot, you stay faithful until the knot is cut. Even thinking about marriage made my ring finger ache. What the hell was up with that? I tried to put it out of my head and I actually slept again, which is a bit unusual for me. Weirder still, I dreamt.
8
ERIC:
A MIDSUMMER’S DAYDREAM
I hate dream sequences. I’m not fond of travel sequences either. The last one I had any respect for was in
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,
when they get on the boat and Gene Wilder sings, proving that Wonka is a complete nut job, but in a fun way. In my dream, though, I was having sex with a beautiful woman, a vampire I’d never met before, and she wasn’t my usual type.
She was a classic beauty, rounded cheeks, well fed but not fat. She came from a time when women didn’t exercise to excess, crafting their bodies into works of sculpted deprivation. Pale cold breasts overfilled my hands, unusually short thick nipples poking out from between my fingers. We were in Fang’s backseat, top down, parked in the driveway of an abandoned house looking down on Void City. Nearby, in the remains of the two-story wreck, mice scampered, their tiny claws scrambling across the damp floorboards. Wet grass from a brief evening shower sent up a heady smell of life in contrast to my lack thereof.
“Dites-moi,”
she whispered, her voice urgent as she reached down and guided me inside her. “Tell me you trust me.”
“Sure,” I said, not wanting to lose the moment.
Moonlight caught on a necklace that was either gold or platinum. Eight strands of metal all hooked into a central jewel—a large emerald. An irrational urge to grab the necklace and tear it off, to run over it with Fang, rose in my chest.
“If you trust me, then tell me.” She nuzzled my neck and I pushed her face away with my left hand. Her fangs flashed in the night; a frustrated hiss left her throat.
“I don’t like to be bitten,” I told her firmly. “If you aren’t okay with that then we should stop right now.”
“How can you say no to this body?” Her arms came up behind her head. Her tempo increased, the wet slap of our bodies drowning out the sounds around us. She was cute, but the pit hair was too much.
“Aw, come on! What the hell? Don’t they sell Nair in my sex dreams?”
“Tell me where it is!” She dug into me with her nails, suddenly extending them into claws that tore through my shoulder muscles. I shouted an obscenity or seven. With the muscles severed, my arms wouldn’t move properly and I growled.
“Get off me, bitch!”
“Tell me what it is, your
memento mori
! Tell me and this pain can end.”
Sure, I could have told her that I didn’t have clue one what she was talking about, and at the moment that was actually true,
“Thanks.”
He left, and Erin and Gladys helped me up the stairs to my bedroom. Winter had remodeled it, too, turning the space into a proper bedroom instead of a room with a bed against one wall and a sink against the other. He’d replaced the double with a king-size, put in a proper shower, even a fifty-two-inch projection screen on the wall. He’d extended the space into the storage area on the other side to make room for a walk-in closet. There was even a little fridge so I could store my magic ice sword without the condensation leaving wet rings on the floor. It was nice.
The girls took off my clothes, tucked me into bed, and lay next to me so that their body heat would keep me warm. Just before I fell asleep, Beatrice showed up and took Erin’s place. She’d been over at the Highland Towers and it had taken her longer to make the commute. We didn’t do anything because, despite my many indiscretions with Rachel, I was really trying to stay faithful to Tabitha.
It may sound funny, but to a man from my generation, especially from my family, wedding vows are important. You don’t break them casually even if you cheated all through the courtship. Once you tie the knot, you stay faithful until the knot is cut. Even thinking about marriage made my ring finger ache. What the hell was up with that? I tried to put it out of my head and I actually slept again, which is a bit unusual for me. Weirder still, I dreamt.
8
ERIC:
A MIDSUMMER’S DAYDREAM
I hate dream sequences. I’m not fond of travel sequences either. The last one I had any respect for was in
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,
when they get on the boat and Gene Wilder sings, proving that Wonka is a complete nut job, but in a fun way. In my dream, though, I was having sex with a beautiful woman, a vampire I’d never met before, and she wasn’t my usual type.
She was a classic beauty, rounded cheeks, well fed but not fat. She came from a time when women didn’t exercise to excess, crafting their bodies into works of sculpted deprivation. Pale cold breasts overfilled my hands, unusually short thick nipples poking out from between my fingers. We were in Fang’s backseat, top down, parked in the driveway of an abandoned house looking down on Void City. Nearby, in the remains of the two-story wreck, mice scampered, their tiny claws scrambling across the damp floorboards. Wet grass from a brief evening shower sent up a heady smell of life in contrast to my lack thereof.
“Dites-moi,”
she whispered, her voice urgent as she reached down and guided me inside her. “Tell me you trust me.”
“Sure,” I said, not wanting to lose the moment.
Moonlight caught on a necklace that was either gold or platinum. Eight strands of metal all hooked into a central jewel—a large emerald. An irrational urge to grab the necklace and tear it off, to run over it with Fang, rose in my chest.
“If you trust me, then tell me.” She nuzzled my neck and I pushed her face away with my left hand. Her fangs flashed in the night; a frustrated hiss left her throat.
“I don’t like to be bitten,” I told her firmly. “If you aren’t okay with that then we should stop right now.”
“How can you say no to this body?” Her arms came up behind her head. Her tempo increased, the wet slap of our bodies drowning out the sounds around us. She was cute, but the pit hair was too much.
“Aw, come on! What the hell? Don’t they sell Nair in my sex dreams?”
“Tell me where it is!” She dug into me with her nails, suddenly extending them into claws that tore through my shoulder muscles. I shouted an obscenity or seven. With the muscles severed, my arms wouldn’t move properly and I growled.
“Get off me, bitch!”
“Tell me what it is, your
memento mori
! Tell me and this pain can end.”
Sure, I could have told her that I didn’t have clue one what she was talking about, and at the moment that was actually true,
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