Something went wrong. I’m not a pile of ash. I’m in my apartment, and there’s a naked girl I’m feeding from. It’s the Asian girl I fled from. Did I go back for her? Did I bring her here?
“Take all you want.” She said. I’m holding her body, and draining all her blood. I feel filled. I feel satisfied. After I’m done, she lies back on the couch and my eyes wander over her body. “Have you had enough vampire?”
“You’re not a little girl.” She giggles and winks at me. She stretches her legs and wraps them around me. “What are you?” I ask.
“I’m a sprite.”
“A fairy?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“I didn’t want to see you die.” She pulls me back on the couch, and I feel good. This is a new kind of animal, but she’s not animal. She didn’t die when I drank so much of her blood. There were still many hours until the sun came up. She moved around me and off the couch. Then she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. She picked up her clothes off the floor. She pulled on her panties and then the rest of her clothes.
“Do you want to take me out somewhere?”
“Yeah.” We walked out of my apartment together. It had gotten chillier in the evening. A movie theater near my apartment is opened twenty-four hours. It shows old movies. It’s not a long walk. In front of the theater is a booth. A kid in the booth sells the tickets. We buy two for the Maltese Falcon. Inside the lobby, there’s concession stand. The sprite buys popcorn and a soda. We make our way into the theater and find some seats in the back.
“The floor is sticky,” she observes.
“Yes.” The lights are still on in the theater. The movie hasn’t started. She lays her head on my shoulder and eats her popcorn. “What’s your name?”
“Tammy.”
“Do you have family?”
“No. I’m on my own here.” I rest my head on hers. The lights in the theater go dim. The movie starts. I like the story ok. I catch a glance at their costumes. Bogart’s suit looks good. He has a handkerchief in his pocket. Tammy shifts in her chair and puts her feet up on the seat in front of her. I look at her knees and then back at the screen. Soon, the movie ends. We get up and leave the theater. When we get back to my apartment, we stop. She looks up at me.
“I’ll be back tomorrow night.” Then she kisses me and leaves. I walk back up the stairs to my apartment. I make my way through the living room and into my office. I take off my leather jacket and throw it on to the chair at my desk. Then, I open the trap door and crawl into the compartment underneath the floor. I don’t think about my fangs at all. I just sleep peacefully.
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