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Click hereI went back to bed, feeling somewhat secure he wouldn't get in, and eventually fell asleep.
DAY TWO
I slept on and off that night, waking up occasionally feeling as if someone was in the room. When I woke up in the morning around ten, I took a quick shower, and although I needed no food—Hiliad had it stocked pretty well, and I had gone grocery shopping last week—there were a few things I did need to get.
When I returned, Wilma was leaning against her car and seemed pretty relaxed. "Hi. I wanted to check on you. Hugh and I have to head on back home tonight."
I was happy to see her. "Hi, Wilma. Have you eaten?" I asked as we approached my door, switching the bag to the other hand so I could dig the key out of my purse.
"No, I haven't."
"Good," I replied as I opened the door and we went directly to the kitchen. I put the bag on the table. "I'm hungry for French toast. How does that sound?"
"Aren't you still drain—I mean, tired?"
I caught the slip and smiled. "No. I'm fine. Besides, I need to return the favor."
"Well," she said as she sat down, "that sounds great, actually."
I emptied the contents of the bag on the table. Bulbs and bulbs of Garlic and five wooden crosses to place in front of the windows. I didn't like the grin on Wilma's face. "What?"
"Oh, dear, Hugh told me garlic only irritates vampires and the crosses ... Hugh was even in a church. I don't think—"
Tears built up in my eyes, and I sat down heavily, putting my forehead in my hand. "Wilma, how do I keep him away? He found my screen name and IM'd me yesterday afternoon."
She shook her head. "That damned Hugh! Connee, I'm sorry, but Hugh is becoming an expert on the computer and he must have—I'll talk to him."
Regardless of what Wilma told me about vampire's weaknesses, I still put the garlic and the crosses in front of the windows and door anyway, and even a line of garlic across the threshold of the bedroom door.
I was not very comforted.
DAY THREE
I was itching to get back to work—I know, I know. Was I crazy or what? By that time, I was. But I had to do something. The one thing I had to do was to get a hold of Theresa, who I contacted once a week to get caught up on our lives. Again, she wasn't online, but Viking God was. And he'd IM'd me three times, all within five minutes. It was noon. I wondered what was he doing up.
The first one read, "I'm sory." The second one read, "I realy sorry." The third had, "I'm really, rely sorry. Pleaz talk to me."
Wow, did he ever need spell check! I thought to myself, chuckling. I checked out his profile; there was none. Why didn't that surprise me? I sighed heavily.
I had to do something. I typed, "Go away."
It was a good ten seconds before there was a reply.
Viking God: Kitty lover? How uneak
I knew what he meant, considering Susie, but it meant exactly what it said: cat lover.
Kitty Lover: You need a dictionary.
Viking God: For what
Kitty Lover: Your spelling sux.
Viking God: I had you for that. sux? You need one to, my dear
Kitty Lover: It's a ... never mind. And I am NOT your dear. What do you want?
Fifteen seconds fluttered by, and so did my heart.
Viking God: You
Yep. I had opened up myself to that one. My heart just flew out the window.
Kitty Lover: You can't have me.
Viking God: I've already had you
Kitty Lover: Don't bother me again.
Viking God: Why won't you talk to me
Kitty Lover: Wow! I'm impressed. Your spell check does work. No typos, but you need a period after a sentence.
Viking God: Meet me for drinks
Yes! I'll meet you. You'll have a sheep's blood and I'll have Tequila. We'll talk. We'll laugh. I'll get drunk. You'll fuck me till I'm sore and can't walk for a week and all is well with the world. I don't think so.
Kitty Lover: No.
Viking God: Why not
Kitty Lover: I told you I needed time, Hiliad.
Viking God: It's been three days
I actually laughed. Three days to a vampire is nothing compared to a human.
Kitty Lover: I need more time.
Viking God: I'm stil ekspecting you at work
Kitty Lover: Oh, yeah, about that. I need an extension. The doctor said so.
Viking God: The doctor said you are fine
Kitty Lover: I need more time to think, you moron.
Viking God has signed off.
Hmm, maybe I finally got my point across.
Thank you so much for the longer sections. I can't wait for more!
I'm enjoying your story. I love a good vampire story, especially one with BDSM components. Connee is feisty so it will be interesting to watch how you handle their relationship moving forward after Hiliad's huge mistake.
~LB
I will be very disappointed if Connie runs back to Hiliad.. Making us girls look stupid sooo annoying !
love this story can't wait for more. thanks for a great read. fav vamp story on this site well this and there's another bdsm type story by an author that's not on here cuz of piracy i think her first story was the other side i think. anyway keep the chapters coming i can't wait for more
2 inches from your wahoo for it to work.
I creased at that one. I can just picture him walking round walmart with his hand up your skirt....got the giggles now.
PS...couldn't the cheapskate have bought some new batteries instead of nicking the old ones out of the kids play station ???
And no, they don't work!!!!! Master bought one and it worked for 2 minutes, and he had to be 2 inches from my wahooo to turn it on. Kinda defeats the purpose of having a remote, huh?
Not quite what I had in mind FA...
Memo to self...be more explicit when commenting ...either that or rapidly remove the batteries from the remote !
Look, Hiliad has been vampire for 2000 years. That's been filled with killing, protecting what is his, and lord knows what else. It's not going to be an easy turn around for him with his feelings for Connee. The little things he does for her proves his love for her. Trust me....you'll find out how much he goes through to proves he loves her.
I promise the next chapter covers all of that. And for godssake he wasn't groveling! lol
Hang in there!! The chapters are ready to go (if Scooter can stay sober) but it takes a week for mods to post...sometimes/rarely sooner. I'm going to make a suggestion to the mods if it's possible they can make notices go to members' emails that a new chapter is up. Don't know if it's possible, though.
Next he should stand outside her window holding an old school oversized boom box playing a sappy tune. Hang tough, girlfriend. Guy who says 'I would never!' and then nearly does... . Needs more than sucking up.
Masterfuljim- I'm sure Mrs. Jim would luuuuv to hold the control while you enjoy your new chitty. ;)
My favourite vampire with a heart is back out to play.
Have missed him over the last few days and been waiting patiently for him to reappear
Memo to self....must go and get a chitty to play with.....such fun.
Thanks A2W....awersum ....loved it.