Part 1774 – What’s There To Understand? Plenty.

“What’s there to understand? Look. I don’t know why he came to my house, Hildreth. I really don’t. I certainly didn’t invite him over, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He shrugged. “I just think it’s odd that he’d come to an active hunter’s house. Especially a hunter with your reputation.”

“Again, he was not invited. I don’t know why he told that mail person to take him to my place. I have no idea. Maybe he was just that desperate for help. He was in bad shape.”

“In that case, you should have done him the favor and staked him. Do you realize how simple our lives would have been if you had just staked him?”

“He was weak, Hildreth. Weak and defenseless.”

He scoffed. “A vampire is never defenseless. Especially that vampire. Trust me. I know.”

“If I had staked him, it would have gone against everything that Master Dovritch and Master Shinowa had taught me. We are light, Hildreth, not machetes. Besides, if I had staked him, would we have still met?”

“I don’t know. I..” He looked away from her and sighed. “I don’t know, Els. It’s anyone’s guess.”

“Hildreth.” Elsie brushed her fingers through the hair along the side of his head. She stopped short. “Wait. Are you afraid that I’ll let him into our house after we get married? Is that what this is all about?”

He looked back at her with a sort of surprised panic.

“Is it?”

“I. I hadn’t even thought about it that way. But. If he came to our house—-”

“I’d kick him out into the street and tell him to go back home to Pinkerlee and to keep his vampire feet off of my lawn. I would not and will not invite him in.”

“What if he has Barbara with him?”

Elsie scoffed. “I seriously doubt that they would come here for a social visit.  Barbara may seem sweet and friendly, but I’m sure that deep down inside she’s as jealous of me as I am of her.”

“Am?”

“Was.” She punched his arm. “Was. Past tense. Not present tense.” She punched his arm again. “So, don’t you dare get any paranoid thoughts or I will punch your face.” Another arm punch. “I don’t want Ambrose Smith. I don’t love him. It’s just you. Flaming stupid idiot you.”

Another arm punch for good measure.

“So, quit looking so neurotic. I am not going to dump you for Ambrose Smith. I am not going to have an extramarital affair with Ambrose Smith.”

He smiled.

“I am not going to let Ambrose Smith in my house or anywhere near our house.”

Hildreth chuckled. “I feel like you should be writing these down on a chalkboard.”

She punched his arm again.

He chuckled again, even as he rubbed his arm. “You know, you keep that up, I’m going to have the world’s worst bruise and I’ll never be able to bare my fair arms ever again. Oh, the Greek tragedy of it all.”

“Idiot.” She grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Complete and stupid idiot.”

“Mmm.” He laid his hands on top of her hands. “Say it again, Els. But this time, say it with a kiss.”

Elsie didn’t need a second invitation.

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