Even a vampire has to worry about money, and I was pretty near my next promotion. So I decided to drop by my boss's house and see if I could talk him into giving me an early promotion.
I tried reading his mind. Hmm, he loves the outdoors and is a fisherman. Not sure what good that will do me.
"Mr Newbie, I know I'm one of the new guys, I thought I should come over and get to know you."
"And you are?"
"One of your snack hawkers, Sam. Sam Grant."
"Oh yes, the trainers were most impressed by your abilities so far, Mr Grant."
"Call me Sam. I think they'd be even more impressed. I've been working out quite a lot more lately."
"So, Sam, what do you want?"
"Well, I was hoping that I could have a better job then selling peanuts to the peanut gallery."
He looked away. "Umm, you seem like a nice enough guy but I can't promote you on that."
It had taken a good part of the evening to make him my friend. Still, no promotion. Stupid human.
I went to the gym and spent some time working out.
No, not that kind of play. She needs more time to recover from our last bit of that play. Just some foozball. It was fun. Not the most fun thing I can think of but there are times when you just make do.
"Robert, my friend."
"Have you reconsidered? Can I move up in the team?"
"No promotion now, Sam."
I sighed. Well, if he won't give a promotion, I damned well know something he will do for me.
"Robert, my friend. Would you like to be a lifesaver?"
"Oh yes, a lifesaver. Just a little plasma, my dear friend. A tiny nip."
"Well," he paused then offered me his arm.
Ok, this time I could have been a bit more gentle with him. But I was annoyed that he twice over refused my promotion.
We went to work almost immediately after. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the team had admit that I had the talent to go up.
It's always pretty late when we end our sessions. I was feeling a bit restless. I took a stroll along the river bank. I'm still trying to break the getting up at 10am habit and staying up until very early morning helps.
Moe looked around a bit startled. "When did night fall?"
"Same time as usual, I think. Been here long?"
"Oh god, Jane is either going to kill me or she's about to die of anxiety."
"Look, why don't you call her from my place, lay the blame on me for keeping you out so long."
"If she believes me, she'll be cross at you for days."
"I'll take that risk," I chuckled.
"So Handsome, what else you have planned for the night?" He blinked, a bit startled.
"Yes, you, Hot Stuff. Do you have much else on for tonight?" For a moment, I thought he was mine.
Then he caught a glance at my clock and finally noticed the time.
"No, Sam, look, I really do have to get home. Our twins are teens and I don't know what they could be up to now."
"Just a little bit of plasma. That's all I ask."
Moe willing gave me his arm. And left for home the moment I finished.
A point to note, seduction doesn't work as well on the happily married.
It was time to try that plasma fruit. Much better than the plasma in a juice box. But not really as good as fresh, warm, succulent plasma from a human.
After my promotion, I'm the local toddler coach. About half the kids seem totally oblivious to the fact that I'm not human. The rest are evenly divided between the kids that get a little nervous if I get too close and the ones that throw screaming fits when I enter the room. Apparently some are far more sensitive then others to a vampire.
I wonder if their parents will be shelling out for therapy sometime.
It was a long afternoon. Two of the little ones would not stop screaming. It would have been painful for a human to bear, it was excruciating for a vampire. I finally took them to a quiet corner and hissed at them to be quiet. They fainted, not what I expected, but at least we had some blessed silence.
Eventually to go home again. Home and thirsty.
I pulled my phone from my pocket. "Lucille, my sweet. It's been forever. Would you come over for a chat?" The phone is a good tool for a vampire. Less having to hunt all over town.
She protested that it had been nearly no time at all. Then she agreed to come.
"Sam, you idiot, it's been more like 2 days."
"Every day without you is an eternity to me."
"You old flatterer."
"My dear, would you be so kind as to offer me your arm? I must drink."
Lucy gave me her arm. She is still very tasty. Not quite the tastiest treat I've had though.
Not long after that, Lucille left. I decided to see if I could get Ripley to stay the night. Ripley was my tastiest treat and having her stay the night would ensure my breakfast nom.
She was most reluctant to come over. Almost as if she didn't know me.
"Ripley, my sweet. What happened since we last met?"
"Sam, I have a new boyfriend."
"Oh yes. It's the local stylist, Don Lothario. He's so dreamy."
"It's so late, my sweet. Would you care to stay the night? Save you the long drive home?" I'll make sure she forgets that Lothario.
"Oh Sam. I'd love to stay here."
"I can't seem to refuse you, Sam. We seem to have a deep connection."
"Ripley, light of my life. Is the bed to your liking? It's quite new and untested."
She snuggled up to me. "It seems quite comfortable. How thoroughly do you want to test the bed?"
Let's just say that we tested the mattress and springs very thoroughly through the night. It was more than satisfactory.
The first was the thirst.
"Ripley, my sweet. I need you."
"I think I need you too, Sam."
"I fear my need at the moment is physical. I must drink, my dear. Would you be so kind?"
Ripley's plasma is so very tasty. I wonder if I could get her to move in? It would be convenient.
"Ripley, love of mine. Will you tell Lothario that it's over between you?"
"Yes, Sam. I don't know why I looked at him twice."
"You must promise me not to go back to him. He just isn't for someone like you."
"All right Sam, I promise not to date Don again."