|Without a second thought, Lenny picked up a shard of broken glass – one of the many smithereens – from the marble-tiled floor. “Ouch!” she uttered as the sharp edges of the shard pierced her palm, drawing out little maroon droplets along the line of the cut. Lenny dropped the glass and licked them away with a sweep of her tongue.
It is over. The charade of a marriage is over. People were actually starting to believe that the wonderful union was true. Alas, it all fell apart just like the countless pieces of glass lying on the floor of Lenny’s bedroom. So much for an everlasting union. Their wedded bliss had only lasted two centuries. Yes, that is around the period of time before the male partner starts cheating on his wife.
All was going as they had planned. Logan and Nikki were having the time of their lives, spending every available moment with each other. In fact, just two nights ago, they went out to grab a bite -or two – at the local V Bar down the block, with Lenny. However, when Lenny proposed that they go for a movie, Logan and Nikki turned her down saying they had to be at other places. Lenny believed them and returned home with her partner after which he left, with a goodbye kiss on her forehead.
Waking up the following afternoon with a throbbing headache, as beings like her kind do, Lenny say that Logan was not in bed beside her. Slowly, she reached for her cell and dialed Nikki’s number. After a couple of short rings, she was connected to Nikki. Lenny asked if she knew where Logan was. Nikki said no and told Lenny that she was going to sleep in more.
“Call me if you see him!” Lenny exclaimed just before Nikki hung up the phone.
Nikki and Lenny have been best friends for three centuries. They were turned by the same Sire and that meant that they were related. Blood is thicker than water, as the old saying goes… Or not.
Logan left a trail of soft kisses down her neck. “Oof, you big oaf!” Nikki said as she playfully swatted his face away. “I think you should go,” she said, more firmly.
“Babe, you know we simply cannot keep up with this sneaking around. I wish we could spend more time together,” he said, pulling a sad face, making Nikki giggle.
“I know… but…” she trailed off, a distant look in her eyes.
That got his attention. Logan got up sideways, his left arm supporting the weight of his body. “But what?” he asked, his interest piqued.
“Would you ever drink the blood of another woman? We all know that females can only drink the blood of another female and the same applies to male vampires. You’re married to Lenny and that happened because you drank her blood. But now, you’re drinking mine,” she said, twirling the ends of her hair around her index finger. “Does that mean we’re married, since you’re feeding off me?”
“Nikki… Er… Why do you have to complicate things. I love you… and… Lenny..” Now it was his turn to have a distant look in his eyes.
“No, Logan, you love me. That’s why you keep coming back to me,” Nikki said.
Logan abruptly stood up from the bed and pulled his t-shirt over his body. “I have to go,” he continued as he passed Nikki’s dress to her, “You know Lenny comes before you… I have vowed to spend eternity with her… But I feed from you, too. Please, Nikki, give me some time.”
“Wait, Logan! Please come back to me! You can always stop living with her!” Nikki shouted as she tripped over her own dress, pursuing him.
“See you, Nikki,” he replied.
Logan drove into the front porch of my his house several minutes later. He took the keys out of the ignition, closed the door and walked up the stairs to see Lenny.
Lenny was surprised to see him, “Where did you go?” she questioned him. “You weren’t anywhere!”
Logan walked towards his wife and went to hug her. Startled by this show of affection, she laughed slightly and hugged him back. Her laughter was snatched away from her.
“Why is there… I must be mistaken… But no, I’m sure I’m not… Logan, why is there blood on your t-shirt?!” she screeched, “Tell me, where were you? Tell me this instant!”
“Sweetheart, I was no where…” he replied, trying to calm her down.
“Liar!” she screamed. She grabbed him by his arm and went closer. She licked the blood from his t-shirt and announced, incredulously, “Nikki?!”
Logan knew it was too late.
Lenny seized the closest thing she could get ahold of and hurled it at her husband. Logan dodged the glass and shielded his face with his arms.
Another glass flew, the aim getting sharper and sharper. There was a cut on his left cheek, but Logan was in no condition to feel the pain.
He ran out his house with his wife hot on his heels. Fumbling for a moment in his right trouser pocket for his car keys, he managed to get it out and opened the car door.
Stepping on the accelerator, Logan drove out of his house knowing that he’d never be forgiven. Greed had cost him his life.