it on. They were scrambled in a matter of minutes. Spooning them onto a plate, I walked outside into the sunlight. It was still cool, but looked like it would warm up to at least 60, I thought.
Lifting my face up to the warmth of the sun and into the light breeze, I let it it race across my face, turning my head side to side to catch the sun rays on both sides. It felt good to stand outside in the sunlight after the horrendous night. Realizing for the first time in a while how beautiful the daylight was, I looked up into the sun a moment. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the golden light that penetrated my eyelids for a few moments more.
Eating the warm breakfast, I looked out across the pastures, still brown from the winter, and focused on the horses in the pasture. I could just make out the small herd standing at the far southeast corner of the pasture closest to the border of the forest. They were sunning themselves just as I was.
Continuing to survey the property, I realized how normal everything looked. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. No one would have ever believed that I had lived out a fantasy-land nightmare.
I had stood on this same deck yesterday just hours before my assault by a mythical creature. Now in the light of day, it was easy to forget what had happened and believe that I had made the entire thing up and that I would be here to see the coming spring. My mother always said, “Everything looks better in the daylight.”
But I hadn’t made this up and I hadn’t dreamed it. The bloody footprints and my dead dog were proof enough to confirm I wasn’t losing my mind. Despite the brightness of the sun, it could no longer penetrate the haze of darkness overtaking my mind, knowing that spring was coming and I wouldn’t be here to enjoy it with Ellie.
Thinking of her brought to mind the promise I had made to the vampire last night. Was I mentally strong enough to stay here and wait for his return? Could I actually keep myself from contacting my mother? Not say goodbye to my daughter?
And that was where I knew that I had to draw the line. Yes, I was strong enough to die for her. I had the strength to leave them wondering what had happened to me. But I wasn’t strong enough to leave without some sort of goodbye. I would have to find a way to tell her how much she had and would always mean to me.
I wanted to tell her how proud she had made me and how much happiness she had brought to my life. Tell her to listen to my mother. If I had listened to her, I wouldn’t be sitting here contemplating goodbyes.
Turning on my heel, I walked back into the house to think about this some more. Absentmindedly, I reached down and rubbed my left arm, expecting to feel the self-inflicted cut, warm and swollen like a fresh wound should be, but there was only the smooth skin of my inner elbow.
Looking down, I didn’t believe my eyes at first. The laceration was gone. Not healed with a visible scar but just gone. Walking over to the window to get a better look in the bright light streaming in, I stared intently at the spot where the cut should have been, but the skin of my inner arm was completely flawless. I hadn’t imagined the cut as the blood was still on the floor. But looking down at my arm again confirmed what I had already seen. The incision was completely gone.
Hurrying to the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, but my neck was as baby smooth as my arm. No puncture wounds not even any bruising, the same as my arm. But I distinctly remembered the sensation of his fangs piercing my skin and hearing him swallow my blood. Just as I remembered watching his mouth close over the flow of blood from my arm.
Turning around, I pulled my shirt over my head and looked at my back. Dark red bruises covered me from my neck to my hips. Turning back around as I pulled my shirt back on, I jerked the sleeve up on my right arm. Deep red bruises along with fingerprints could be seen traveling up my arm, but where his lips had
Lifting my face up to the warmth of the sun and into the light breeze, I let it it race across my face, turning my head side to side to catch the sun rays on both sides. It felt good to stand outside in the sunlight after the horrendous night. Realizing for the first time in a while how beautiful the daylight was, I looked up into the sun a moment. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the golden light that penetrated my eyelids for a few moments more.
Eating the warm breakfast, I looked out across the pastures, still brown from the winter, and focused on the horses in the pasture. I could just make out the small herd standing at the far southeast corner of the pasture closest to the border of the forest. They were sunning themselves just as I was.
Continuing to survey the property, I realized how normal everything looked. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. No one would have ever believed that I had lived out a fantasy-land nightmare.
I had stood on this same deck yesterday just hours before my assault by a mythical creature. Now in the light of day, it was easy to forget what had happened and believe that I had made the entire thing up and that I would be here to see the coming spring. My mother always said, “Everything looks better in the daylight.”
But I hadn’t made this up and I hadn’t dreamed it. The bloody footprints and my dead dog were proof enough to confirm I wasn’t losing my mind. Despite the brightness of the sun, it could no longer penetrate the haze of darkness overtaking my mind, knowing that spring was coming and I wouldn’t be here to enjoy it with Ellie.
Thinking of her brought to mind the promise I had made to the vampire last night. Was I mentally strong enough to stay here and wait for his return? Could I actually keep myself from contacting my mother? Not say goodbye to my daughter?
And that was where I knew that I had to draw the line. Yes, I was strong enough to die for her. I had the strength to leave them wondering what had happened to me. But I wasn’t strong enough to leave without some sort of goodbye. I would have to find a way to tell her how much she had and would always mean to me.
I wanted to tell her how proud she had made me and how much happiness she had brought to my life. Tell her to listen to my mother. If I had listened to her, I wouldn’t be sitting here contemplating goodbyes.
Turning on my heel, I walked back into the house to think about this some more. Absentmindedly, I reached down and rubbed my left arm, expecting to feel the self-inflicted cut, warm and swollen like a fresh wound should be, but there was only the smooth skin of my inner elbow.
Looking down, I didn’t believe my eyes at first. The laceration was gone. Not healed with a visible scar but just gone. Walking over to the window to get a better look in the bright light streaming in, I stared intently at the spot where the cut should have been, but the skin of my inner arm was completely flawless. I hadn’t imagined the cut as the blood was still on the floor. But looking down at my arm again confirmed what I had already seen. The incision was completely gone.
Hurrying to the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, but my neck was as baby smooth as my arm. No puncture wounds not even any bruising, the same as my arm. But I distinctly remembered the sensation of his fangs piercing my skin and hearing him swallow my blood. Just as I remembered watching his mouth close over the flow of blood from my arm.
Turning around, I pulled my shirt over my head and looked at my back. Dark red bruises covered me from my neck to my hips. Turning back around as I pulled my shirt back on, I jerked the sleeve up on my right arm. Deep red bruises along with fingerprints could be seen traveling up my arm, but where his lips had
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