I left him before he could leave me.
I left my car behind our building because where I was going, I wouldn’t need it. Justin might as well use it. I strapped on my backpack, leaned over the bed and kissed his sleeping face goodbye.
Justin murmured something in his sleep.
Outside the night sky shone with stars. After carefully locking the door behind me, I stood in front of our building and touched him with my thoughts. We’d had a busy night at Vampaccino, the business we owned together, the place crowded with customers, the music loud. We’d finally sent everyone home at midnight. It was an understanding we had with parents. Most of our customers, this time of year, were teens from nearby communities and along with keeping the place booze free and drug free, we shipped the kids home by midnight because tomorrow was a school day.
And then we spent a half hour doing a quick cleanup before going to our apartment on the second floor and falling into bed. I had fed, which left Justin in a deep sleep.
I rose slowly into the cold air and paused outside our bedroom window. To the man asleep in our bed I whispered, "I love you, Justin."
There was nothing else I could say because, truly, any explanation would be useless. And besides, that was my explanation. I loved him with all my heart.
One day he would wake from his dreaming and want a real woman who could kiss him good morning at sunrise and walk the daytime beaches with him and sit across the table and share a pizza with him and, and, and all the other things human lovers do.
As I was once human but never a human lover, I am not exactly sure of all the joys. However, I knew how human he was, always windburned and laughing, my boyfriend. From the night it began, the end of our relationship was inevitable.
I flew low above the top of the firs. The forest edged the peninsula and spread inland, rising up the range of snow topped mountains at the peninsula’s center. My destination was the other direction. I followed the narrow moonlit rivers that started in the mountains and splashed their way to the sea. They were my highways tonight, safe to follow. I could have flown above the real highway with its traffic of headlights, however, someone might look up at the clear night sky and see me, a dark streak crossing the moon.
In any other place they would say, "Oh look! Is that a bird?"
Here they would say, "Oh look! Is that a vampire?"
They’d be joking. They would also be correct.
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