Page 6 of Dear Mr. Vampire
My short walk was more than pleasant. It started raining. I loved the rain. There was a magical essence about the rain. The air was a bit fresher and newer when it was pouring down. I didn’t mind being wet. When I walked into my apartment, I dried off. I removed my jacket and checked the pockets.
The note, the silly, funny and flirtatious note, hadn’t gotten wet. But it definitely needed to have another read-through. I smiled and gathered a black pen and a piece of paper to craft myself a proper reply.
Finding paper proved challenging. So I ripped a piece of paper from one of my old books. I flipped through a few before I could find a blank sheet. I wasn’t one to usually deface books, but this was a special occasion.
I was no poet, but I never had a hard time expressing myself.
Dear person polite enough to call me Mr. but rude enough to judge me without knowing me. (That’s you.)
I don’t know what you think you know, but you shouldn’t go around accusing people of being vampires. It’s terribly impolite. Stalking is rude as well. Clearly, you have been watching me from afar. I refuse to admit to being undead. I’m not sure why people are always so hung up on labels. I don’t know who you are. But you have piqued my curiosity. I think of myself as very observant. Nonetheless, I am clueless. You write like a human female. So that’s all I can gather from your accusatory note. We should meet so you can air your grievances in person.
P.S. I stopped drinking human blood decades ago. Do your research, madam.
Signed,
Mr. Vampire
I felt quite proud of myself as I folded the note one time and slide my fingers to crease it. I taped it to my door that very night. I was up for a game of cat and mouse. I was up tomasturbating in the shower. I wanted the woman who crafted this cryptic note. I didn’t care what she looked like. All women were beautiful, and I was determined to fuck this clever siren at least one time.
CHAPTER THREE
CHANEL
Morgan and I got dressed up for a wild night on the town. I hadn’t gone out much since I moved to Chicago. On my way to work, I passed this club that was only a few minutes away from my apartment. There was always a long line outside, so I thought it would be a good spot to take Morgan.
I couldn’t remember the last time I went out for a drink. Actually, I could remember the last time. Lonzo took me out for drinks often. It was so hard for me to believe he was a monster. Worse, it was even harder for me to believe I fell for him. I thought he was a legit businessman. He was far from it. He was a stone-cold killer and the head of some Mexican drug crime family. It didn’t matter now. Hopefully, he would be convicted of one or all the crimes he’s committed and he would be gone forever.
Morgan was wearing black, her favorite color. She had her small boobs tucked into a bustier. I could never wear something like that because I would spill out. I needed support for my D’s.
I had on a cute, tight electric blue tube dress that hugged my curves. It was chilly as always, but at least it wasn’t raining again. My hair was spiral-curled all over. Morgan really did her thingwith my hair. She was much better at fixing my hair than me. I really didn’t know why? She had fine mixed chick’s hair, and I never knew how she knew the perfect products for my 4b hair. But she did.
We stepped out of my apartment in our high heels and took the stairs down to the ground level. It was her idea to not wear coats, although it was freezing outside. There was a chill as soon as I hit the apartment hallway. Morgan’s car was parked in my apartment lot and she had seat warmers. I would be okay as long as we exited through the back of the apartment complex. There was no way I was going to walk around the entire complex to get to the parking lot.
Morgan was a shit starter. I should’ve known she wasn’t going to let me walk to her car in peace and harmony. There was a minor argument slash debate on whether we should go down to the basement and take a peek at Mr. Vampire’s door.
There was absolutely no way to know if my strange neighbor received my drunken crazy note from last night. I wasn’t even sure the sentences were coherent or grammatically correct. It was just a silly game of dare.
After I wrote the note, Morgan was my proofreader. We took the back staircase and crept down to the basement. I was so nervous. My feet wouldn’t carry me to Mr. Vampire’s door. Morgan got fed up with my antics and snatched the note out of my hand. She pranced her ass right up to his door because I couldn’t actually do it. Yesterday Morgan was the one that slid the note under his door. She ran back to where I was waiting like a coward. We both dashed up two flights of stairs until we were in the comfort of my apartment. Last night was fun just like always but today was a new day.
I wished I knew his name. His mailbox was the only one that didn’t have a name on it. I didn’t have anything to call him, but Mr. Vampire. Maybe I should have put the note in his nameless mailbox. I didn’t think of it at the time. What’s done is done.
I didn’t want to go back to his lair now that I was completelysober. Morgan talked me into going back to the basement. I wanted to just get in her car and go to the club.
Mr. Vampire’s door didn’t have a peephole, so I didn’t have to worry about him watching us. I had to worry about him opening the door at the very moment we arrived at it and cold bustin’ us acting childish and stupid.
We didn’t take the elevator because the opening of the doors would be a little loud even though the elevator wasn’t directly near his apartment. We took the stairs and our high heels were silent because of the carpet.
This whole thing was juvenile, but it was the most fun I had since being here in Chicago. I was an only child, with no parents, and I didn’t have any family I was close to. I missed Morgan and how crazy we were when we were together. I had no idea when I would see her again, and I was okay with acting a bit out of my character.
As soon as we hit the last step to the basement, we paused. With Morgan on my heels, I crept around the corner toward his apartment. Like a neon sign glowing in a darkened hall, I saw the note attached to his door. I stopped in my tracks and grabbed Morgan’s wrist so she could do the same.
“You see that?” I whispered in her ear after smacking my forehead into the side of her face.
“Yeah, oh, oh. It’s a note. You think it’s for you?” She frantically asked.
“I don’t know.” My heart picked up the pace.Was I really freaking out over a damn piece of paper?“You think?”
“Has to be.”
