Part 2080 – Visiting With Nora And Maura

Olivia ran to the car. She got in, closed the door, locked it, and locked it again just to be safe. She looked back at her sleeping daughter and locked the doors one more time.

“Liv?” Her husband shifted in his seat to fully face her. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“Vampire tried to attack me.”

“What? You mean the guy Barbara got married to?”

“No. No, he saved me. He…” All of the What Ifs hit her at once.

That vampire biting her.

That vampire coming after her husband.

Coming after her daughter.

She gasped for breath.

Her husband hugged her. “It’s okay. I got you. I got you, Livvie.”

Olivia melted in his arms. “I love you.” She hugged him in return. “I love you so much.”

He held on to her. “You’re safe.”

I’m safe. Safe in the arms I love.

She thought about John and closed her eyes.

We’ve both grown up and gotten older. He has grown into such a good and decent man. I can’t help being attracted to him still.

But there’s no point to it. We would never be able to love each other this completely. Carrie would always be there in between us.

Olivia lost herself in her husband’s strong embrace.

And it doesn’t matter.

I am right where I belong.


Ambrose took a deep breath and exhaled. His shoulder and back muscles relaxed.

I should go to Olivia. Make sure she’s all right.

He half-turned and looked at the restaurant.

She’s there.

He retracted his fangs and claws.

Barbara’s waiting for me to come back.

I want to run back to her. I want to see her face light up when I enter the room.

She’ll run to me.

Ambrose smiled.

I know she’ll run to me.

“But she would want me to make sure that Olivia is safe.” He sighed and followed Olivia’s scent.

So, I’ll make sure that she is safe.


He’ll come back to me. I know he will.

Barbara smiled.

Ambrose will always come back to me.

Until death separates us.

“Hm. Strangely enough, that reminds me.” She stood and headed over to Aunt Nora and Aunt Maura’s table.


Aunt Nora swooshed her hand into the air. “Just like that.”

Father Landover grinned. “Just like that, huh?”

“Exactly! But that wasn’t the best part. The best part was—”

Barbara cleared her throat. “Aunt Nora?”

She lowered her hand. “Oh, Barbara! You came at just the right moment. I was telling Father here about the Cincinnati fiasco.”

“Wait. You’re telling him that story?”

“Oh, yes! It’s one of my favorites.”

Aunt Maura set her glass of white wine on the table. “Mine too! It is etched forever in my mind.”

Aunt Nora laughed. “And not just your mind, dear.”

Aunt Maura laughed.


“Oh, there’s no need to be so flummoxed, my dear. It’s a perfectly acceptable story to tell.”

“It’s a wonderful story.” Aunt Maura tilted her glass at Barbara. “And perfectly acceptable one to tell a priest.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Barbara said. “Aunt Nora, um. I would like to change out of my wedding dress, but I don’t think I can get all of the buttons. Could you help me with it?”

Aunt Nora stood. “Most certainly! Do you have your dress with you?”

“It’s still in my car. It’s in my luggage in the back seat.”

Aunt Nora took her niece’s hand and patted it. “You just go back to your table and wait for me. I’ll get your dress and be back faster than your Ambrose can get all warm and sweaty about you.”

Barbara blushed. “Thank you.”

Father Landover stood. “I’ll come with you for protection.”

Aunt Nora waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “I seriously doubt that a vampire would go chasing after someone as old as me.”

The priest turned serious. “It isn’t all about looks or even all that much about age with vampires. It’s the scent that attracts them. They will chase after whatever smells good to them, no matter what. Please let me come with you.”

“If you insist.” Aunt Nora smiled flirtatiously at him. “Although, I guess I can’t complain too much.” She held out her arm.

He looped his arm around it.

Her smile grew. “I’ll tell you the rest of the story as we walk.”

His smile returned. “I’m looking forward to hearing it.”

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