When Anne needed time alone, she would get into her car and drive. Sometimes she would drive to the store and assuage her yearnings with retail therapy. Other times she would drive to Tahoe, park on the side of the road, roll down the window, and watch the animals, birds, people, and lake. Once the yearnings subsided, she would start the car and drive back to the house.
At two thirty her children would rush
through the door, excited about school. She would pull out some milk and
cookies, and then set them up for homework. Mark would come home around
dinner time. Anne would get ready for work. Mark would give her a quick
kiss and she was gone.
If Anne had time to explain what she
yearned for, she would probably say that she needed alone time.
she would say that life had her by the throat. She didn’t know what she
wanted. It was some nebulous thing that didn’t include husband,
children, or survival.
As she stood behind the counter, helping
folks check-in, Anne didn’t have time to feel that empty hole. Not until
she saw a black-haired young man with a diamond earring, his arm around
a girl with spiked hair. They didn’t seem to notice anyone around them
as he kissed her.
It was three a.m. when Anne
walked back to her car to go home. To her surprise the black-haired
young man was sitting on the hood. He smiled at her. His canines looked
slightly longer than normal, but it was hard to tell in the darkness.
ignored him until he grabbed her wrist when she tried to turn the lock
in the door. Anne looked into his eyes. “What do you want?”
“I couldn’t help but notice you today,” he answered. He pulled her closer to him. She pulled back.
“Here’s your chance,” he said. “To dance with the devil.”
time she let him pull her close. In seconds his canines snapped out and
he was drinking from her neck. It was the most sexual thing she had
felt in a long time. Her yearnings died as she let him drink.
A few hours later her body was found drained of blood and decapitated. All that was left was the mourning