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being changed without my consent. But I do love it.”
I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response.
“But, uh, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention any of this to David. If he thinks there’s even a chance that I could become human again, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
That didn’t sound good, Liz keeping secrets from David. She was usually so open with him about everything. I hoped there wasn’t trouble in paradise, with Liz and David being newlyweds.
“See, Mercy, you should consider changing over. I love it, Liz loves it, your man loves it. And you aren’t getting younger,” Marlena announced, subtle as always.
“Naturally, Robert and I have discussed me changing over,” I said. “I’m a realist. I know a point in time will come when I’ll need to either change into a vampire or leave Robert. I know it, alright? And I’m sure eventually I will change. I can’t bear to think about what it would be like to lose Robert. But giving up the sun, food . . . my mortality? I just feel like I have a few more years of human living to do.”
“Maybe you can get Robert to stay human,” Liz suggested.
“No, I couldn’t do that to him. Being vampire makes him happy. I’d never want to take that away from him.”
My tone must have implied that the subject was closed for further discussion, since Liz and Marlena didn’t continue prodding. But I could tell they were both thinking the same thing: Robert may not be able to change back. And then where would that leave us?
“Get your veins warmed up,” Robert said as he returned. “Shelia has agreed to come over.”
6
Leopold arrived the three nights later.
He’d actually landed in San Francisco that morning, but had been required to stay in his lightproof plane until the sun went down. Leopold handled the shock of seeing Robert in human form a lot better than Marlena had, perhaps because he’d expected it. He hardly batted an eye when Robert embraced him.
“What’s it been?” Robert asked when they broke apart. “A few years?”
“Feels more like a century,” Leopold said. “But it’s just like old times, hey old chap? I suddenly have a deep yearning for a midnight horse gallop.”
Robert took Leopold’s coat and hung it in the entryway closet. “Not too many fields in San Francisco, I’m afraid.”
Leopold’s intonation was the epitome of old school upper-crust Englishman: bottom jaw pushed out, R s rolled softly, the center of every few words drawled out just so, rendering his speech rich and crisp to the listeners ears, like auditory peanut brittle.
He also looked absolutely nothing like what I’d expected, which was a strapping man with features similar to Robert’s—the archetypical tall, dark, and handsome. Leopold was striking all right (the norm for most vampires), but in an entirely different way. For starters, he was short. He stood a smidge taller than me, which placed him at a height no taller than five feet six, maybe five-seven in stacked heel boots. Robert had never mentioned Leopold’s vampire age, but I gathered that he’d been turned during a time when men were smaller in stature. The rest of Leopold was petite as well: hands, facial features, and body. He was compact, a living man-doll. Yet he was by no stretch of the imagination effeminate. His pale yellow eyes contained a subtle ferocity, a glint that communicated Fuck with me and it will be the last mistake you ever make.
One could easily determine Leopold was sharp only by looking at him; he radiated intelligence as much as he did charisma. His hair gleamed like liquid petroleum under the bright hallway lighting. Attributes viewed individually, Leopold may not be impressive. But as a complete package he was stunning.
Thankfully, Leopold was far from stuffy. He kissed me on both cheeks and then threw his arms around my sides. “And you, darling, must be the lovely Mercy.” Daaaarling. “Robert told me you were exquisite, but he did
I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response.
“But, uh, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention any of this to David. If he thinks there’s even a chance that I could become human again, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
That didn’t sound good, Liz keeping secrets from David. She was usually so open with him about everything. I hoped there wasn’t trouble in paradise, with Liz and David being newlyweds.
“See, Mercy, you should consider changing over. I love it, Liz loves it, your man loves it. And you aren’t getting younger,” Marlena announced, subtle as always.
“Naturally, Robert and I have discussed me changing over,” I said. “I’m a realist. I know a point in time will come when I’ll need to either change into a vampire or leave Robert. I know it, alright? And I’m sure eventually I will change. I can’t bear to think about what it would be like to lose Robert. But giving up the sun, food . . . my mortality? I just feel like I have a few more years of human living to do.”
“Maybe you can get Robert to stay human,” Liz suggested.
“No, I couldn’t do that to him. Being vampire makes him happy. I’d never want to take that away from him.”
My tone must have implied that the subject was closed for further discussion, since Liz and Marlena didn’t continue prodding. But I could tell they were both thinking the same thing: Robert may not be able to change back. And then where would that leave us?
“Get your veins warmed up,” Robert said as he returned. “Shelia has agreed to come over.”
6
Leopold arrived the three nights later.
He’d actually landed in San Francisco that morning, but had been required to stay in his lightproof plane until the sun went down. Leopold handled the shock of seeing Robert in human form a lot better than Marlena had, perhaps because he’d expected it. He hardly batted an eye when Robert embraced him.
“What’s it been?” Robert asked when they broke apart. “A few years?”
“Feels more like a century,” Leopold said. “But it’s just like old times, hey old chap? I suddenly have a deep yearning for a midnight horse gallop.”
Robert took Leopold’s coat and hung it in the entryway closet. “Not too many fields in San Francisco, I’m afraid.”
Leopold’s intonation was the epitome of old school upper-crust Englishman: bottom jaw pushed out, R s rolled softly, the center of every few words drawled out just so, rendering his speech rich and crisp to the listeners ears, like auditory peanut brittle.
He also looked absolutely nothing like what I’d expected, which was a strapping man with features similar to Robert’s—the archetypical tall, dark, and handsome. Leopold was striking all right (the norm for most vampires), but in an entirely different way. For starters, he was short. He stood a smidge taller than me, which placed him at a height no taller than five feet six, maybe five-seven in stacked heel boots. Robert had never mentioned Leopold’s vampire age, but I gathered that he’d been turned during a time when men were smaller in stature. The rest of Leopold was petite as well: hands, facial features, and body. He was compact, a living man-doll. Yet he was by no stretch of the imagination effeminate. His pale yellow eyes contained a subtle ferocity, a glint that communicated Fuck with me and it will be the last mistake you ever make.
One could easily determine Leopold was sharp only by looking at him; he radiated intelligence as much as he did charisma. His hair gleamed like liquid petroleum under the bright hallway lighting. Attributes viewed individually, Leopold may not be impressive. But as a complete package he was stunning.
Thankfully, Leopold was far from stuffy. He kissed me on both cheeks and then threw his arms around my sides. “And you, darling, must be the lovely Mercy.” Daaaarling. “Robert told me you were exquisite, but he did
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