"Come, join me, my husband."Come, join me, my husband." She plopped down on the carpet in the living room, spilling champagne. I slowly made my way over to her, sitting deliberately. "You are tired. Has been long day, yes? I give you energy," Victoria said, slurring her words. Leaning to me, she bit me deeply, and my fangs drew her - champagne-flavored - blood in return. When our embrace ended, I was drunk, Victoria was only a little less drunk, and I was still tired. I fell asleep shortly thereafter. We weren't scheduled to leave for New York until Monday. Sunday, both Victoria and I slept until mid-afternoon, then we packed. There was a trunk to fill that was to meet us at the castle, as well as our suitcases. The work required in leaving the country left us both tired, so we fed that night to refresh ourselves. The train left early in the morning. Once we settled into our room on the train, Victoria sat at the window, watching excitedly. "We're still in the station, love," I said. Her eyes were dancing, and she couldn't sit still. "You're like a five-year old child, sweetheart. What's the deal?" "I am happy to be going home. To castle. I have not been there since I was..." I watched her do a quick recall. |