Except he couldn’t let everyone know he was a vampire.[1]
“You think you’ve got it all figured out?” she asked.
The man nodded, keeping his eyes out the window. The sun was setting, and Angie could see the sun bleeding into the blue sky.
“I just said that, didn’t I?” he replied, muttering something about women being useless morons.
“So what do you do when you shoot my husband and he keeps coming at you?” she snarled.
“I shoot him again.”
“And when he keeps coming?”
“I shoot him until he stops,” he said.
“Or until you run out of bullets,” Angie reasoned.
“I have more in my pockets,” he replied. “I’ll see him coming, I’ll have time to reload before he even gets to my front porch. ‘Sides, I’ll have enough in him by then. The man’s gotta stop running sometime.”
“What if he doesn’t?”
The man laughed. “I’ll make sure he does,” he said.
She blew her brown hair out of her eyes again, scanning out the window again. Daylight was fading, but he could have come in daylight if he wanted to. She wondered if he ever felt the sun brush against his skin, without roasting him, before her. Angie wondered why she had never thought of asking before.
Well, it was silly to ask. He was born a vampire.
She remembered the first time their first sunrise. Generally, they spent most of their time being nocturnal. Pepin did business at night, they made love at night, they read at night, and they ate at night. She didn’t miss the sun at first. It was a good transition.
Angie liked the moon peeking in through their windows, watching them. The moon was like an old friend, whereas the sun was more like an old instructor. The moon always curious about what you’re doing next, the sun always beating down on you, wanting you to squeeze more into your day, peering over the hills to make sure you keep working after it’s long gone.
Pepin had just performed the procedure to share their soul.[2] Then he hobbled back to his study to get some work done. It was understandable, now he had forever with Angie, but work couldn’t wait forever. She wasn’t desperate for his attention. She was happy curling up with a romance novel, listening to the noises of Lilith and Vesper wandering on the floors below.
But she kept checking her watch. She had to be with Pepin for his first sunrise, or their first sunrise together. She wondered what it’d look like, all those colours painting over the night sky, through Pepin’s gorgeous plate-glass windows. So when the sun was close to rising, she wandered on up to his study, trying to be light on her feet.
She saw him, his pale blue eyes scanning whatever document was on his desk. A few strands of his blonde hair were out of place, hanging carefully across his forehead. She approached on her tip toes, her bare feet feeling every groove in the hardwood floors. She saw his shoulders tighten as he heard her (though she blamed the old floorboards), but he didn’t give her away.
He played along.
Knowing her cover was broken, Angie skulked behind him, slowly running her hands down his chest, nibbling on his earlobe. “Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, kissing the sweet place where his neck met his chin. “Is it working?”
“No,” he said, tapping his pen on his desk.
She straddled him, moving between him and his desk. Angie kissed him, her hands cupping his face. She pressed her tongue between his lips, flicking it against the back of his fangs. She ran her tongue against his until it warmed and responded against hers.
She pulled away, smiling proudly. “What about now?”
“It might be working,” he replied. “You better try again, just to see.”
She felt his hands on her back, pushing her closer against him. She felt the ice cold of his form through her clothes and his, her nipples responding in the normal, sensitive way. He kissed her again, twisting his fingers into her curls, keeping their faces connected. She grinded up against him, her skirt bunching up between them. [3]
Angie playfully bit down on his lip as she ended the kiss. Pepin nuzzled her, his hands roaming down across the rest of her curvy form. “You must be here for a reason, meine Liebe.”
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