Love Sucks
I managed to beat the wrap via “reason of insanity.” I suppose it did seem insane to those folks in the court. I escaped after the trial, for I couldn't be confined to a loony bin because I have work to do. It started when I met an absolute bombshell of a woman! She was my lover but no more.
Sarah Fillion and I met beneath the canopy of a bus stop while trying to avoid the pelting deluge from above. She had sensual, curvaceous hips, a very full bosom, hair like blackened smoke. Her eyes were dark and seemed to radiate shyness. Between the shy eyes and thin sexy lips was a regal nose that could have been at home a sculpture of a Caesar. She seemed almost too good to be true and that was perhaps the first sign that she was!
While it rained the proverbial cats and dogs we struck up a conversation; it was better than standing in awkward silence. We discovered we had much in common and that chance meeting was the first of many. What impressed me most was her trove of historical trivia. I'm a history buff and she talked vividly about some events and battles and political intrigues as though she'd been there. She was almost…. hypnotic.
Ours was not a whirlwind romance, it was closer to a full blown hurricane. Before either of us knew it we were hitched and let me tell you the wedding night was absolutely blissful.
Now that we were together we had to make some adjustments. I worked days at the local middle school. She worked the night shift at a 24 hour retail store. Still we found time for each other and for love making. As I said before it was too good to be true.
I ignored the first warning sign. One night I was really under the weather and couldn't get in a lick of sleep. I heard water running in the bathroom and hurried to investigate. My wife was standing over the sink and I saw a significant amount of blood. She told me it was a nosebleed. I had no reason not to trust her so I went back to bed and once I felt her icy feet beside me I fell asleep.
The blood. I should have been concerned especially with the numerous reports I'd seen in the local news about people who'd been attacked and killed in the night, having their necks ripped open. At last one day I stumbled onto the terrible truth about my near perfect lover & that was by accident. She normally slept during the day. It quietly walked into the bedroom and decided to peek outside. The sun beamed in and I heard a sizzling sound followed by an ungodly scream.
My wife sat up in bed. I saw a burn on her leg. Her eyes changed colors and as she breathed heavy breaths I saw fangs. “Wait this means you're a…”
“Yes lover. I'm a vampire and there is one last formality for us to deal with. I must turn you so we can spend centuries together!”
I was in a panic. The woman I'd laid with and wedded was a blood drinking she-fiend. Desperate, I flung open the curtain and the sun hit her full center. So I watched either in shock or stoicism as she burned to a crisp screaming.
That's the part they would not believe. They thought in a fit of insanity I set her on fire. It's OK I escaped. Now I'm a fugitive but I can't stop until I've done my holy work. There's more of her kind out there and I must slay them.