Wednesday, October 17, 2012

VAMPIRINA BITCHES FROM THE PAST

Sarah and Tomas walked hand in hand. The late night air was crisp and chilly. Everything had the sharp, fall look that comes when the bloated heat of summer dies. They stopped to examine the posh displays at Lord and Taylor. She focused on the female mannikin, an upper-middle-class polymer bitch with neo-Sassoon, straight 'walnut' hair. How secure and complacent she looked...How oblivious. Tomas stared at the shoes worn by the male figure.... 'desert boots'... Not his favorite, even though he liked the suede. 

But something about the tableau-morte touched Sarah and she said - Who were the other ones? And I don't mean the temporary indiscretions. I don't just mean the curbside 'doxies' you mush up with here, or even Luna. She's an idiot. I'm not worried about her. But there must have been others in London, or Constantinople, or Deli, or The Emerald City, or how many other 'fucking' places you've lived in.

He looked at her. She rarely spoke that way. But Tomas knew what she meant. At first he was silent. Then he exhaled. His shoulders slumped and he answered - And each was suited to her time. Are you worried they'll be there, at the Revels, I mean? I don't know about all of them, but some might show up. Yet know this. It's like that film we watched the other night. At least the title, I liked. 'That Was Then And This Is Now.'..... (He held her)...and for life-eaters, 'now' lasts a very long time, indeed.... (Sarah just stood there) .... He continued - Sarah, this is all so new to you. My God, you're still so young in human years. You'll change. You'll know. You'll grow accustomed to it. Are you so sure you'll still want me when (gestures to their surroundings) all this is no more?..... A tear decorates the lashes of her left eye. He softly brushes it away.

Sarah whispers - I want to know their names....... She chokes back a smile. He kisses her.They continue walking toward a favorite retreat, a little place, tiny really, with maybe six booths, four tables and a snug, warm, dim, well stocked bar. 

The host, an urbane man with salt and pepper hair, knows them. He sets them up in the corner. Approximately one hundred and forty heartbeats later, drinks appear.... plain, though rather generous Martinis.... cold and crisp. They both pluck out the olives.

She takes a sip. Tomas takes three. After all, he's the one in need of fortification.then he squares his shoulders and begins ----- At first I lived a quiet life, alone and on my own. But one night.... just barely night; there was still a hint of purple in the sky, I stepped out from the loggia flanking a little plaza and saw her.... Not a vampirina... a mortal girl, she was...yet different... intelligent...an alchemist's daughter... She knew.... She knew very many things. Dark, she was, as though plucked from the sultan's harem. And her name was Lydia.... Quite ordinary in it's day and not very exceptional even now. But that was her name.... and I loved her...

Sarah put down her drink, reached across the table and took his hand.

They sat there for a moment and then he told her more......

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