Thursday, April 21, 2011
Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 47 - part 7)
"My Beauty, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh Sam, I can't. I can't talk about it."
"Just don't ask. I really can't talk about it." I tried a few approaches but got no closer to the root of the distress.
I spent quite a bit of the evening distracting her from her troubles. Eventually, we went to bed.
"I think you feel better, my Beauty?"
"Yes, Sam, I do feel better after a good sleep. I felt safe here."
"I'm so glad. There's nothing more dangerous here then me. Do you trust me?"
"Oh yes, certainly."
"My Beauty, trust me on this. The arm isn't the best place. If you'll allow me to nuzzle your sweet throat again?"
"Oh Sam, do you think so?"
"Yes, Beauty, the throat is much more...satisfying. If you will allow me, that is?"
"All right, my love. If that's what you want."
"Oh yes, Sam. It was divine."
"Are you sure?"
"I feel tired, I need to rest a bit. But I feel very good otherwise."
It was some hours later when I finally decided to head to the beauty saloon and tattoo parlour, to see if Lothario was there and alone.
I did finally met Moe's wife Jane.
"Good afternoon, lovely. I'm Sam, Sam Grant."
"Oh, so you're Sam. Moe has been telling me all about you. I'm Jane, Moe's wife."
"I shall have words with Moe. He failed utterly to tell me what a divine creature he married."
"Oh my, you charmer. Do you flirt so with all the women you met?"
"So Mr Grant, what do you do?"
"Just Sam. I'm a member of the Llamas."
"Well, Just Sam, I can't say I've seen you play."
I shook a finger at her. "Naughty Jane, you know what I meant by just Sam. And I've just joined the starting lineup so I haven't had a lot of game time yet."
Jane giggled. She has a delightful giggle. "All right Sam. I believe you."
"And you? What do you do?"
"I work at the local paper, for the moment."
"What would you like of me?"
"I fear the thirst is upon me. Might I impose upon you for some plasma?"
"I haven't done this before."
"Don't worry, lovely Jane. You can't this wrong."
"Jane, thank you so much. I greatly appreciate the donation."
"Hello, Gorgeous. My name is Sam Grant. I just wanted to tell you that your beautiful music holds but a tiny speck compared to the beauty that is you."
She frowned for a moment. Perhaps it was a touch too much?
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
"Flattery? Since when is truth flattery? Though perhaps," I closed my eyes, pretending to think. "No, I am sorry but it was truth."
"I know sincere and insincere. The groupies that follow Jon everywhere have taught me that much."
"All right, perhaps a small exaggeration, but not much of one." I stared deep in her eyes. "Surely many appreciate your many assets."
"You are a rogue, Mr Grant."
"You must forgive a rogue then, Ms Pierce-Lessen. Do you happen to know Mr Lothario by any chance?"
"Yes, Don is my stylist. He is even more of a rogue than you."
I tried my best not to let the growl I could feel building escape. "Could you give him this letter?"
"Who is it from?"
"I don't know, someone gave it to me to give to him. The perfume suggests that it's an admirer." I gave Susie a carefully crafted letter. The scent on it was a very expensive perfume, I had bought earlier in the day.
"All right, he is due back soon. He'll get the letter." I left quickly. I didn't want Don to see me if I could help it. Not here.
Don will regret the day he meddled with my prey. He will deeply regret it.
"I wished to talk to you about Ripley. You dared to date my prey?"
"What? What has that to do with anything?"
"Your affair with Ripley made her cut her ties with me. I cannot allow such a thing to happen a second time."
"She was free to choose. She choose me over you."
For once, I am very pleased to be the cause of pain.
And for once, I didn't stop quickly. The bite was deep and I pulled every drop that I could.
"No, please don't. I can't," he gasped as the plasma flowed. He dropped to his knees to beg.
"You are right. You can't. Or at least not for long."
In fact, only a few minutes longer.
Don is dead and his soul rests ill at ease in the cemetery with the other ghosts.
Let the petty mortals beware. I will allow nothing to stand in my way.
It wasn't a scent I know or have run across before. Hmmm.