0222: The Vampire's Daughter

"Wait here, I'll get your clothing," Sol said, leaving the room to find Jamie, who had returned to the living room.

"What did you do to him?" Sol asked his friend.

"Nothing really," Jamie answered, with a sarcastic twist of his head. "Just a nibble here and bite there."

"He’s just a boy."

"You obviously didn't look closely enough," Jamie said, holding the index finger of one hand about seven or eight inches from the index finger of the other hand. "He is definitely more than a boy."

Sol looked at Jamie and sighed, "What I love about you is the same thing that I hate."

"Oh, don't get high and mighty with me, Mr. You won't give yourself the freedom to be true to yourself. You hate that I am honest and open, and you're so tight assed that you shit diamonds."

Sol closed his eyes, thinking that it was a mistake to see Jamie, though he knew he didn't have any other options. "I'm sorry," he said after a few moments of silence. "I don't want to fight with you."

"I don't want to fight either," Jamie said, standing and nuzzling up to Sol. Sol put his arm around Jamie and they simply held each other. It was a relaxing moment for Sol, a healing moment. On some level he knew Jamie was correct, but on another he knew that his self restraint was what made him better than his friend. He also knew that they would, eventually, part ways because of this divide again. But for the moment Sol needed Jamie and both knew it. And as much as their differences separated them, their love could bridge the gap until the crises was over.

"Where is the boy's clothing?" Sol asked, breaking the moment.

"I'll get them for you," Jamie said, detaching from Sol's body.

Sol closed his eyes and remembered the first time he had met Jamie. It was a human bar filled with artists. Jamie was drawn to artists, as was Sol, a former artist himself. Perhaps that's what drew them together. Being the only two vampires in such a bar would normally resulted in a confrontation over hunting grounds, but instead the pair spent the night talking. That night sparked a relationship that had lasted longer than any other than the one Sol had with his Sire, Elizabeth.

Sol opened his eyes to a hand on his shoulder. "Here you are, dear," Jamie said, handing over a pile of clothing. "What were you just thinking about?"

"The first time we met," Sol answered.

"We spent the entire night talking," Jamie said, leaning over and kissing Sol on the cheek. "It was a very special night in my life. I've never met anyone as special as you.

"I hate that we fight," Jamie continued after a pause. "And I know that now isn't the time for fighting. Let's just be happy that we are together again and get you through this mess you've gotten in to."

"As usual," Sol responded, putting his hand on Jamie's cheek, "you say the things I won't." He leaned in for a kiss.



[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]