The following evening I just lay under the floor. I’m still absorbing in what happened the other night. It was good. It felt good to have that girl near me. She might not actually be human, but her young body felt good to hold. I want to kiss her again. It’s warm under the floor of my office. Someone below me has his heater on. I turn over and curl up for a moment. When I decide to get up, I push the trap door open and climb out of my sleeping space.
I shuffle out of my office and into the living room. I sit down on the couch and turn on the TV. Larry King is on. There are two Beetles on his show. They’ talking about an upcoming musical. I’m sure it’s a decent show. There’s a knock at my door. I slowly get off the couch and answer it. It’s Tammy. She’s standing there, and I look at her legs. I like the short black skirt she’s wearing. She had a motorcycle helmet with her.
“Hey,” She says.
“Hello.”
“Can I come in?”
“Yes.” She walks past me and sits down on my couch. I shut the door and offer her something to drink. She tells me that a beer will be fine. I walk to the kitchen and look for a beer in the fridge. There’s a Heineken. I take the Heineken out of the fridge and walk back into the living room. She’s sitting on the couch with her arm over it. Her legs are crossed. The motorcycle helmet is on the floor in front of her. I hand her the Heineken and sit down beside her. She kisses me. Then, she tilts her head back and I bite down.
I drink her blood until I’m full. It doesn’t seem to have any affect on her. It’s magic blood. I sit back on the couch. I feel satisfied. She wipes some of the blood from the corner of my mouth.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Can you show me your wings?” She looks at me as she gets off the couch. She stands in front of me and then takes off her shirt. Her breasts are small and perfect. Her wings come out of her back. They’re what I expected a fairy’s wings to look like. They look delicate, and they’re translucent. She turns around, so I can get a better look at them. Then she puts her top back on and sits down again.
“I brought my motorcycle tonight,” She says. She pops open her Heineken. She takes a sip and then sets it down.
“What kind of motorcycle do you have?”
“It’s a red Kawasaki Ninja.”
“Oh.”
“I have another helmet. Come take a ride a with me?” I nodded. We both stood up from the couch. She picked her helmet off the floor and we made our way out of the living room. We made our way down the stairs to where her bike was parked. I looked up. There were only a few dark clouds in the sky. It was pretty clear.
“Have you ridden a motorcycle before?” She asked.
“Once, when I was human.” Her motorcycle had a helmet secured to the back with netting. She unfastened the netting and tossed me the helmet. I looked it over. It was a blue helmet with red striped on it. It looked kind of second hand. It didn’t look as flashy as her helmet. She wore a bright green one. It had kind of a sparkly finish to it. She hoped on the bike and I got on behind her. She started the motorcycle. She pulled away from the curb and we started down the street.
Her motorcycle was fast. Its engine hummed, and I could feel my clothes blowing in the powerful wind. She steered the Ninja in and out of traffic. Then she took a side street that led us to a road through wheat fields. We kept driving until came to a hill off to the right of us. She slowed the bike down until we came to a complete stop.
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