Stephanie met her girlfriends outside the movie theater. They all bought tickets to the same movie and sat as a group in the same row. I followed, knowing I had to watch, and wait, until I saw the yearning in her body, the ache of loneliness written in her eyes. I waited, and watched.
After the movie, Stephanie and her group went out for drinks, taking up several of the small tables near the bar, ignoring the baseball game on the TV over the bar. I watched as Stephanie expression changed. I could taste the ache in her, the wish to not have to spend another night alone. It was time. I introduced myself, “I couldn’t help but notice you all having fun. Your laughter and smiles have made my evening much happier, and I was wondering if you would allow me to buy you a round of drinks, as a thank you.”
They accepted, of course, and I joined them, pulling a chair up next to Stephanie. One by one, her girlfriends departed, going home to their families, their husbands. Until only Stephanie was left.
We both knew she would not spend that night alone, or any other night alone, unless she wished to. She’d found a willing lover in me. That night, I relished every taste of her body heat I could consume. She had lots of heat to spare.
That’s the first rule of a body heat vampire’s world. Find a warm body.
Stephanie was certainly that.
I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 77. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.