We hunted together for the first time.We hunted together for the first time. A drunk group of girls left the local bar one night at closing. As they headed uncertainly for cars and apartments, the group spread out into clumps of two or three. I scanned faces, waiting to catch somebody's eye. One girl looked, and her footsteps faltered. Her friend stopped to see what was wrong, and Victoria claimed her. The foursome went to our new house, where Victoria and I dined. Vampire romance. My fiancee bit one girl and commanded her to walk to me. I sent the other to Victoria, and we fed on each other's thralls. We then sent the girls on their merry way with their memories altered. Saturday, we picked up the rings. Afterwards, Victoria went to shop, while I returned to my apartment. My best friend stopped by. "Amazing. You're here, and she's not," Bryan said. "Boy, have you been scarce lately. Is this wedding really going to happen? Is this what you really want?" Bryan, ever the voice of reason through many of my follies, was providing that invaluable service again. Unfortunately, there was a problem this time. It had never occurred to me that there could possibly be another woman in my life, other than Victoria. We were immortal; any other woman would grow old, and die. As I looked at my friend, I realized for the first time that he, too, would grow old and die. |