“Guess I won’t show you my fire making skills.” I tease reaching around her waist, pulling her close to me when we walk back into the house. I lay a tan fleece blanket in front of the fireplace and throw down a couple of the blue pillows that were laying on the brown leather couch. We both make ourselves comfortable on the floor and she snuggles into my arms.
"I'm glad you brought me up here to see where you grew up.” Chenille runs her long fingers through my silky dark hair and kisses me passionately. The heat between us is so passionate that we don't hold back. There is something surreal about the way we feel and if I didn't know any better I would bet, we were together before now, in another lifetime. It's only been a few days and I am having some overwhelming emotions when I am near her. All those months of watching her and striking up conversations at the bar I knew she was different, but now I'm sure she was sent to me from a higher power. Somehow, we never crossed paths and frankly, I don't see how we missed each other. I would not have missed her in a ten-mile radius. The smell of her scent drives me crazy. So strong. So delicious.
The next morning we get up early and enjoy the morning watching the fire burn out while chenille enjoys the chocolate chip pancakes I made her for breakfast. Shortly after we clean the mess up and bundle up in our oversized coats and scarves and drive back to the city. I walk her up to her apartment, I take a seat at the bar in the kitchen, and she feeds the cat. It purrs and rubs its black body on her lower legs as she pours the food in its bowl. “Can you go to my sisters tonight?” She murmurs with a shaky tone in her voice. “Sure I can. Do you want to ride over together or rather I meet you there?” I ask.
“Together.” She states. “I have to get a shower and get to the restaurant. My sister is already wigging about me being late.” She walks over and kisses me.
“I'll see myself out. See you tonight. Text me a time.” I say before leaving her apartment.
I call a buddy of mine at the bar and ask him to cover my shift. He agrees which is a relief. I'd hate to tell her I couldn't meet her sisters tonight no matter how nervous I am. I mean they are all witches so yeah that is a little freaky. They can cast a spell on me and turn me into a mouse or something with only a few chants. If they did I sure hope it would be a fucking dog at least. An animal that can be lazy all day and have people take care of them. Yeah a rich ass dog would be perfect. I'm not the only person that's said reincarnation wouldn't be so bad as long as it meant less work and more play. I stop by the flower shop before getting to my apartment and pick out some plants instead of flowers for the ladies. I know that as witches they are super protective of their environment so I just want to make sure I bring them something that doesn't make them want to toss me into the caldron or worse, cut my balls off.
I grab a beer from the fridge and take a seat on my black leather couch propping my feet on the coffee table. I turn on the TV and scroll through my DVR recordings. I find one of those reality shows that people walk around naked and try to survive. I've never understood why someone would want their privates open to all living things but to each their own. I mean I'm still recording it and I still watch it so it must be interesting. When you work at night it leaves your days pretty basic. Most people work during the daylight hours consequently it leaves little time to do anything but hang out at home. I drift off to sleep waiting for the time to speed up so I can leave.
Damn that dream has me fucked up however it could quite possibly be the witches already screwing with my head. I'm sure Chenille has told them all about me and they are probably planning on staking me as soon as I walk into the door. Shit, I don't remember the last time I heard of a vamp being staked, and surely I don’t want to be the first in years. I stand up and stroll to my bedroom that is plain white and it has little inside other than a bed and small nightstand. The life as a vampire is lonely. The movies compose things look so glamorous, but the reality is we are just like the people on the naked TV show. Strangers to the world we are in just trying to survive. I know someday I am going to have to pick up and move, change my name and start over. There won't be a family coming with me and I'll never have children to watch grow up. I'll be alone. Not much glamour there.
I knock on Chenille’s apartment door, and it opens slowly creaking slightly, then I notice there is no one on the other side. Must be nice to chant a few words and have the door open for itself. Not creepy at all. I stroll through and observe Chenille through the entrance way to her bedroom. She is wearing red lace panties that are half boy shorts and half up her ass. She bends over sliding one leg through the garment she is putting on and then the other leg. Damn the view is hot. She leans up and shimmies into the red flowing skirt until it fits into the perfect place on her hips. She turns and I get a glimpse of her supple breasts. Fuck me. Not something I should be seeing before attending dinner with her family. I will be thinking about it all night. The waiting is going to kill me.
“What are you doing to me?” I stare drooling at her.
“Why, whatever do you mean?” She toys with me.
Damn she is good. “You know I can't take much more before I hike that skirt up and fuck you quick and hard before we leave.” I inform her and start to pad over to her door. Pulling her shirt over her head she says, “Oh no you don't. I was thinking of something a little later tonight.” She licks her lip and runs her index finger over her bottom lip. “You better make it worth the wait.” I tease running my hand over the front of her thigh. Her skirt inches up slightly as I rub a little more. Her breath hitches and I know I got my revenge. I stride to the front entrance and gaze back at her. “Well, let's go.” I smirk and open the front door.
Chenille’s sisters Jenny and Melinda share a town house together in Soho. We get out of the yellow taxicab and Chenille proceeds to lead me to a set of red bricks steps that attach to a large red brick town home. The front door is a deep purple and the shutters on either side of the windows are black. Small jewels dangle in most of the windows reflecting light all over the brick and more likely all over the rooms inside. Green ivy climbs the right side of the brick home up to the second floor. It is every bit as magical as they are. I have two small plants; one is a dandelion, which is also known as pig’s tail to witches, and the other is magnolia that is identified as crow’s foot. Neither of her sisters have been married but they are both looking for the perfect mate according to Chenille. Jenny is only a few years older than Chenille while Melinda is in her late 30’s. I’m not sure why she hasn't settled down unless of course she has a huge hairy mole on her face scaring the men away. Chenille has never elaborated on it other than she was looking.
The dark purple door swings open and there stands the most strikingly beautiful woman I have seen other than Chenille of course. Her blonde locks are in ringlets and pour down her chest just reaching her waistline. My mouth flops open like a dead fish. Chenille pokes me in the side. “Thayer this is my sister Melinda.”
“Hh..ii. Umm..It is nice to meet you. I've heard uh…pretty much nothing about you.” I inform and extend my hand.
“I've heard everything about you.” She utters with emphasis on everything.