The doorbell rings and someone wearing a long dark coat and hood is standing on my front steps.
“Hi, Max. Come on in.” I admit Max Vander Meer, the vampire king of New York. “Everyone, this is Max.”
“Hey, Max.” People are leaving for the dining room where I have the breakfast buffet set up.
Max looks around. “Where’s David?”
“Laura wanted him home before sunrise. So what are you doing here?”
“Well, as long as I’m protected and stay in the dim, I’m fine. I thought I’d write my memories.”
“Really? How far have you gotten?”
“I was born. ”
I smile. “That’s a good start. So you’ve decided to begin with your human life?”
“Yes, I figure that will fill volume 1.”
“Silly me. I didn’t consider a vampire’s life would take several volumes.”
“May I trouble you for a drink?”
“Sure. Follow me.” We head into the kitchen and I pour him some blood wine.”
He sips it and looks around at the guests. A lot of writing going on. Some are eating. He takes a piece of bacon and nibbles. “The best thing about being a vampire my age is being able to eat human food again. By the way, where is Mason? I do not detect her delicious scent anywhere.”
“I don’t know what her plans on.”
“Hmm.” He makes himself a plate. “I was considering offering her eternal life.”
“Why is that?”
He chuckles. “I find her so delicious and fun. Of course, my offer still stands for you.”
“That’s very gracious of you, Max. My answer is still no.”
“I could change your mind.”
I laugh. “And I happen to know that Mason is into zombies.”
“Zombies? Doesn’t she know that vampires are the better undead.”
“Isn’t that a tv commercial?” I laugh.
Max finds a pillow in a dark corner next to a blond, takes out his notebook, and starts writing away. So does everyone else–writing that is between nibbles of food.
“Now remember when you think you have enough to post, please, do. PG only. The PG rule is that of my host. Sorry about that. Poetry is also welcome.