Vampire Note

by Max Dorsey

It was Christmas around 6:00 AM,. and Desmond was sitting at his couch in depression and sleep derivation. Behind him was a beautiful Christmas tree with white LED lights and an upside-down star on the top of the tree. Desmond looked down at his coffee table, at the pictures of his new girlfriend, Selina and the divorce papers on top of them. His cat, Lily, slept next to him. A knock at his front door caught his attention; he went to the door and opened it. Standing there was Selina. He invited her in; they went up into the attic. Up in the attic, they sat across from each other. The light spilled in from outside. A shadow of window dividers was silhouetted is against the wall. They gazed into each others eyes. Desmond’s eyes are dark blue and Selina’s are green. They leaned their heads together. They spoke not looking at each other.

“She wants a divorce. She knows,” Desmond said. His wife, Ophelia found out that Desmond’s a vampire and thinks Selina would be his next victim. But Selina doesn’t know that he’ll take her into the land of the immortals. She doesn’t even know that he’s a vampire.

“If she wants a divorce, she’ll get it,” Selina’s cold voice muttered.

Desmond closed his eyes, and blood trickled out. He didn’t care; he wanted her to understand his demonic ways. Selina looked at Desmond.

“Your eyes!” she cried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m crying,” he paused. He continued, “All vampires cry blood.”

She held her hands to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. Selina was in shock. Blood still trickled from Desmond’s eyes.

“LEAVE!” Desmond shouted. “Leave! Leave! Leave!” He felt centuries of hate and self-loathing all at once. Selina went running out of the house. This was a cursed Christmas for Desmond. The next day he spent in self-loathing and despair. He finally cried himself to sleep. He woke up the next morning and looked at his unholy Christmas tree, beautiful white lights glowing in the dark. A blue morning light came spilling into his dining room through windows and a terrace door. He went outside into his backyard, a yard of stones and curly trees. The silvery overcast day shone against Desmond’s skin. He went back into the house and signed his divorce papers.

He took his car downtown to the courtroom. There he saw his wife, Ophelia. She confronted him.

“I wanted to tell everyone that you’re a vampire, but I found I’m not that kind of person in my heart,” she told him.

“I thought we said forever and ever. Did you mean it?” Desmond asked her. She paused and he turned around. He couldn’t bear it.

“Yes,” she remarked. Desmond turned to face her, and he saw fear and awe in her eyes. He took her to the side, where no one could see them.

“Then you want this…” He breathed into her ear.

“Oh, yes!” she whispered. Desmond lowered his head, and he began to bite her neck. She writhed and tried to push him off, but he was like a heavy statue on top of her. Then he pulled away. He left her in a private hallway off the courtroom. Desmond knew that he might regret biting her. Sometimes, they bite you back.

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