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glasses into the dishwasher and went to take a shower.
Eva had taken the next two days off and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do yet. The loneliness practically made her crazy. Maybe she should fly to L.A. and visit friends.
Grumbling, she wiped the steam off the mirror so she could dry her hair. No, Los Angeles wouldn’t be such a great idea. She only had painful memories there and she wanted to spare herself that. In the mirror she looked again at the two tiny wounds on her neck just below her ears. Since she’d been awake, she’d felt a slight throbbing there. She had no idea how she’d even gotten these little wounds, yet it was strange how conscious she was of them. After she’d gotten dressed, she went down to the kitchen to prepare a small breakfast. On the radio they were discussing the cold weather, so she turned on the CD player. It was Fleetwood Mac’s Over and Over!
The memory hit her instantly. It ran by her minds eye like scenes from a movie. She saw a man standing in her kitchen, laughing, then taking her hand and pulling her into his arms. But it wasn’t her late husband Jim. It was a stranger in black clothes and dark hair. She saw herself outside trying to grab an orange on the street and then she saw the strange man again.
His name was Shia, Shia Keane. The wounds on her neck began to throb violently. Then she saw how the man had bent over her and bitten her in the neck, then sucked deeply and she felt how the blood had drained from her body. She was clinging to the counter, keeping herself from falling over. At the same time, she felt warmth flowing through her body. She felt a tingling sensation, which his hands had left on her skin and how his lips had tenderly caressed her and created an intimacy, as if they were the only people left in the world. She touched the spot on her neck where the wound was throbbing wildly. Whoever this Shia Keane was, Eva could feel deep inside that he wasn’t evil in any way and that he would never be a danger to her. There was one feeling she was absolutely sure about and that was that this man was real and not a product of her over-excited imagination. She picked up her cell phone and hit the number for her department.
»Hi Esposito. It’s Eva. Can you check something out for me?« »Sure, what is it?« »Check out the name Shia Keane in the system. See if you can find out something about him. Any detail would be great.« »Okay! Does it have something to do with our case?« »No, it’s a private matter.« »Hey Eva, if I remember right, the Chief gave you two days off, so I don’t want to see you anywhere near the office.« »Do you see me there?« she asked and then hung up the phone, only after she’d heard her partner laughing on the other end of the line.
Late in the afternoon Eva took a long walk on the beach. Although the sun was shining, the air was ice-cold and a brisk wind was blowing through her blond hair. It was going to take another month before spring would be visible.
The ocean was choppy, just like how Eva was feeling. The little wound under her ear had already healed by noon, but when she began to think about Shia, the throbbing returned. Her encounter with him was slowly becoming like a dream to her. Her reason wasn’t coming to grips with what her memory had saved. Could it really have happened? Did he really drink from her neck? Were there really people who drank blood? These questions sent chills running down her spine. Then the face of her grandmother appeared before her eyes. Eva could remember how she used to sit in her rocking chair on the front porch and tell the same story over and over … that she’d been attacked by a vampire as a young woman. He’d bitten her in the neck and that all traces of the bite had disappeared by the next day. She’d told that story so often until she was put in a home and declared mad. Had Eva experienced something as crazy as that? The thought made Eva shudder.
The house on
Eva had taken the next two days off and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do yet. The loneliness practically made her crazy. Maybe she should fly to L.A. and visit friends.
Grumbling, she wiped the steam off the mirror so she could dry her hair. No, Los Angeles wouldn’t be such a great idea. She only had painful memories there and she wanted to spare herself that. In the mirror she looked again at the two tiny wounds on her neck just below her ears. Since she’d been awake, she’d felt a slight throbbing there. She had no idea how she’d even gotten these little wounds, yet it was strange how conscious she was of them. After she’d gotten dressed, she went down to the kitchen to prepare a small breakfast. On the radio they were discussing the cold weather, so she turned on the CD player. It was Fleetwood Mac’s Over and Over!
The memory hit her instantly. It ran by her minds eye like scenes from a movie. She saw a man standing in her kitchen, laughing, then taking her hand and pulling her into his arms. But it wasn’t her late husband Jim. It was a stranger in black clothes and dark hair. She saw herself outside trying to grab an orange on the street and then she saw the strange man again.
His name was Shia, Shia Keane. The wounds on her neck began to throb violently. Then she saw how the man had bent over her and bitten her in the neck, then sucked deeply and she felt how the blood had drained from her body. She was clinging to the counter, keeping herself from falling over. At the same time, she felt warmth flowing through her body. She felt a tingling sensation, which his hands had left on her skin and how his lips had tenderly caressed her and created an intimacy, as if they were the only people left in the world. She touched the spot on her neck where the wound was throbbing wildly. Whoever this Shia Keane was, Eva could feel deep inside that he wasn’t evil in any way and that he would never be a danger to her. There was one feeling she was absolutely sure about and that was that this man was real and not a product of her over-excited imagination. She picked up her cell phone and hit the number for her department.
»Hi Esposito. It’s Eva. Can you check something out for me?« »Sure, what is it?« »Check out the name Shia Keane in the system. See if you can find out something about him. Any detail would be great.« »Okay! Does it have something to do with our case?« »No, it’s a private matter.« »Hey Eva, if I remember right, the Chief gave you two days off, so I don’t want to see you anywhere near the office.« »Do you see me there?« she asked and then hung up the phone, only after she’d heard her partner laughing on the other end of the line.
Late in the afternoon Eva took a long walk on the beach. Although the sun was shining, the air was ice-cold and a brisk wind was blowing through her blond hair. It was going to take another month before spring would be visible.
The ocean was choppy, just like how Eva was feeling. The little wound under her ear had already healed by noon, but when she began to think about Shia, the throbbing returned. Her encounter with him was slowly becoming like a dream to her. Her reason wasn’t coming to grips with what her memory had saved. Could it really have happened? Did he really drink from her neck? Were there really people who drank blood? These questions sent chills running down her spine. Then the face of her grandmother appeared before her eyes. Eva could remember how she used to sit in her rocking chair on the front porch and tell the same story over and over … that she’d been attacked by a vampire as a young woman. He’d bitten her in the neck and that all traces of the bite had disappeared by the next day. She’d told that story so often until she was put in a home and declared mad. Had Eva experienced something as crazy as that? The thought made Eva shudder.
The house on
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