did.
*****
When Jan woke up next morning, she wondered for some time if last night was real. She felt relieved when she recalled that it was just fantasy. She felt guilty, it was not fair to Ron. She should not think of any other man than Ron. Now it was day, the light was coming in from the window and she was naked on her bed, under a sheet and the camera was running. What would Arthur think of her if he saw her like this?
She covered herself with the sheet and carried off her clothes to the bathroom. She swore she wouldn’t let this happen again. Ron would kill her if he knew she was thinking of any other man. Thinking of Ron, she remembered he hadn’t called last night. She noted that his calls were getting fewer and she wasn’t missing it much. This wasn’t good for their relationship. She had to try to rekindle it.
She gave him a call. It went on ringing and Jan was going to disconnect when Ron picked it up. He spoke in a sleepy voice. It was weekend and planned to sleep a few hours more. Jan asked why he didn’t call last night. Ron came home late and was too tired to call. He told her he wished she was by his side now. He promised to call her later.
Jan heard a knock on the door and Arthur comes in with the breakfast. Jan took it and placed it on the table.
“Did you have breakfast?” she asked him.
“Not yet.”
“Why don’t you bring it up here? We can eat together. Only if you want to.”
“Okay,” Arthur said and came back with his food. Jan took a chair and he took the other one. They ate silently.
“You were going to tell me about yourself,” Jan reminded Arthur.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” she replied again.
“Why should I tell you everything?”Arthur played with her.
“Because you trust me.”
“I don’t trust anyone Jan.”
“Whatever. Just tell me. Start with what you do, apart from guarding me.”
Arthur looked into her eyes and said, “I am a vigilante.”
He waited for her response.
Jan took a minute to sink it in. “That’s awesome. So exciting.”
Jan was jumping with surprise. “I knew there was something different about you.”
Arthur was amused, he didn’t expect such a reaction from her.
“So what do you fight, bad guys at dark alleys? Like Batman?”
“Not exactly. Although I would if I found the need to fight bad guys in dark alleys. “
“So what exactly do you fight?”
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“I am all ears.”
Arthur leaned towards Jan and looking into her beautiful eyes, he said, “Things like Bloodsuckers.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. My father was in the army. But he had some ‘experiences’ and left the service. He found out that the real enemy is not only the one who we think they are. Not only people, but things beyond people. They influence people, influence events. The more war happens, humans will always lose and the ones in the shadows will always get stronger. I have been hunting and killing things since I was a teenager.”
Jan was surprised for a second. But the way Arthur looked at her, she knew it was the truth.
“Arthur, I have heard of some of the Nazis dealing with the occult. Is it something like that?”
“Yes, very similar.”
“I left college to help my Dad.” he continued. “We travelled across the country and came to meet other vigilantes like us. I learnt how to strike and to kill. I had to be stronger and fitter. But more than that, I had to keep my emotions in control. Survival depends a lot in being grounded and centred in oneself. If you are centred you are alert, you senses are tuned in. No matter how bad the situation is or powerful the enemy, keep the breath right, my Dad would teach me. He also advised me to meditate.
A Bloodsucker is just one thing but there are other things more scary. Very few people know what we do, mostly the ones whose lives we have saved. When you told me about your encounter, I was surprised. Only few people live to
*****
When Jan woke up next morning, she wondered for some time if last night was real. She felt relieved when she recalled that it was just fantasy. She felt guilty, it was not fair to Ron. She should not think of any other man than Ron. Now it was day, the light was coming in from the window and she was naked on her bed, under a sheet and the camera was running. What would Arthur think of her if he saw her like this?
She covered herself with the sheet and carried off her clothes to the bathroom. She swore she wouldn’t let this happen again. Ron would kill her if he knew she was thinking of any other man. Thinking of Ron, she remembered he hadn’t called last night. She noted that his calls were getting fewer and she wasn’t missing it much. This wasn’t good for their relationship. She had to try to rekindle it.
She gave him a call. It went on ringing and Jan was going to disconnect when Ron picked it up. He spoke in a sleepy voice. It was weekend and planned to sleep a few hours more. Jan asked why he didn’t call last night. Ron came home late and was too tired to call. He told her he wished she was by his side now. He promised to call her later.
Jan heard a knock on the door and Arthur comes in with the breakfast. Jan took it and placed it on the table.
“Did you have breakfast?” she asked him.
“Not yet.”
“Why don’t you bring it up here? We can eat together. Only if you want to.”
“Okay,” Arthur said and came back with his food. Jan took a chair and he took the other one. They ate silently.
“You were going to tell me about yourself,” Jan reminded Arthur.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” she replied again.
“Why should I tell you everything?”Arthur played with her.
“Because you trust me.”
“I don’t trust anyone Jan.”
“Whatever. Just tell me. Start with what you do, apart from guarding me.”
Arthur looked into her eyes and said, “I am a vigilante.”
He waited for her response.
Jan took a minute to sink it in. “That’s awesome. So exciting.”
Jan was jumping with surprise. “I knew there was something different about you.”
Arthur was amused, he didn’t expect such a reaction from her.
“So what do you fight, bad guys at dark alleys? Like Batman?”
“Not exactly. Although I would if I found the need to fight bad guys in dark alleys. “
“So what exactly do you fight?”
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“I am all ears.”
Arthur leaned towards Jan and looking into her beautiful eyes, he said, “Things like Bloodsuckers.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. My father was in the army. But he had some ‘experiences’ and left the service. He found out that the real enemy is not only the one who we think they are. Not only people, but things beyond people. They influence people, influence events. The more war happens, humans will always lose and the ones in the shadows will always get stronger. I have been hunting and killing things since I was a teenager.”
Jan was surprised for a second. But the way Arthur looked at her, she knew it was the truth.
“Arthur, I have heard of some of the Nazis dealing with the occult. Is it something like that?”
“Yes, very similar.”
“I left college to help my Dad.” he continued. “We travelled across the country and came to meet other vigilantes like us. I learnt how to strike and to kill. I had to be stronger and fitter. But more than that, I had to keep my emotions in control. Survival depends a lot in being grounded and centred in oneself. If you are centred you are alert, you senses are tuned in. No matter how bad the situation is or powerful the enemy, keep the breath right, my Dad would teach me. He also advised me to meditate.
A Bloodsucker is just one thing but there are other things more scary. Very few people know what we do, mostly the ones whose lives we have saved. When you told me about your encounter, I was surprised. Only few people live to
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