Part 1740 – A Lovely Moment Interrupted

“Elsie.” Hildreth whispered.

“There is nothing for you to be afraid of, Hildreth.” Elsie’s hands explored his neck and travelled on to his shoulders. “I love you and just you. I want you and only you.”

“And I want you with all that I am.” He kissed her.

The feel of her lips on mine.

Her breath.

Her hands on my shoulders.

He opened his eyes.

Her.

Just her.

This beautiful, frizzy-haired woman.

“I will always want you, Elsie. No matter how old and wrinkled we get, you will never be unattractive to me. You will always be my Elsie. My awesome, fiery Elsie. And I will always love you.”

***

This man.

This ridiculous, handsome man.

He pulls me and draws me in like no one ever has.

Not even Ambrose.

“If you left me, I don’t know what I would do. You’ve changed me, Hildreth.  You’ve brought light into my life. Light and wonderful disorder. My life is no longer a strict regimen of carefully chosen foods and tight schedules.” Elsie laughed softly. “It’s insane calorie bomb milkshakes and hamburgers and loaded chili cheese fries. It’s worry about you chasing after Ambrose. It’s—”

“AH-HA!” An old vampire tottered onto the scene.

Elsie turned around..

“I found you young whippersnappers and now I’m—”

“Do you mind?”

“Eh?”

She marched over to him. “Me and my fiancée are having a lovely moment. I will not have you interrupt us.”

“Eh?”

“So, get out of here or I will stake you.”

“But I’m—”

“I don’t care. OUT!”

He wrinkled his nose. “You stink.”

Hildreth muffled a laugh that escaped on him.

“You stink of stake wood.”

“Uhh, because I’m a hunter? Duh.”

“Eh? I thought you were just some dumb girl getting fresh with some dumb boy in the wrong side of town.”

“Hey!” Hildreth said. “Who you calling dumb?”

“That’s exactly what I would like to know.” Elsie said. “You obviously don’t realize this, but I am kind of a big deal as hunters go. I am The Marauder.”

The old vampire’s face went pale. “You can’t be The Marauder. Everyone knows that The Marauder is a monster with frizzy, untamable hair.”

Elsie undid her braid and shook her hair out.

The vampire’s mouth dropped open.

She pulled out a stake from her wrist belt.

He stumbled backwards. “No. Nononono! The Marauder isn’t real. It’s just a nightmare. A myth. A—”

She stepped forward and punched him. “How’s that for not real?”

The vampire was too shocked to respond.

“So, get your fang-faced self out of here. Or I will show you why they call me The Marauder.”

He turned and ran away as fast as he could.

Hildreth strolled over to her. “Aww, you didn’t have to punch him.”

“Uh, yes I did. He interrupted me.” She spread her hands on his chest. “He interrupted us.”

He covered her hands with his own. “They always do. It’s like an obsession with them. I don’t get it. Hm. Maybe it’s a confused voyeuristic kink. They want to watch us make out but they feel compelled to interrupt. I wonder why that is.”

Elsie smiled at him. “Come on. The night isn’t over yet. Let’s go hunt before you get too lost in your thoughts.”

 

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