A Friend of Dorothy

2- Werewolves and Vampires

Sappho laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The fan was not spinning, and all that came through were the streaks of moonlight passing through her blinds.

It was seven on a winter night. She was sprawled on the bed, fully clothed, and, as expected, was staring at the ceiling, doing nothing but thinking.

As usual, she was thinking about important things, like how the moon made her a werewolf.

Well, hypothetically, if it is true that the moon controls my period, then I'm a fucking werewolf. That would explain the massive bush of hair on my legs. Just remnants of my furry-hood.

Very important.

Would that mean I'd have to kill vampires? Or be their romantic rivals? Geez. Fuck those guys, I guess. At least I can be out in broad daylight. But what if I became too attached to someone and I wouldn't call for anyone else? That would suck. I'd have no options. And what if they are super mean? That would suck too. Actually, maybe being a werewolf isn't such a good thing.

She reached for her dresser and found her phone, plugging into its charger. She opened it, doing a bit of research.

I guess my menstrual troubles can't be blamed on the moon after all. That's a relief. I'm not a werewolf.

As she put her phone down, the rectangular Steve Jobs started buzzing. She looked at it again.

Unknown caller.

It was very typical of Sappho not to answer unknown callers. The last time she had answered, it was a Nigerian prince offering his riches to her. However, she did find some humor in a kind Nigerian prince, so she answered ironically.

"Hello?" She asked, hoping someone was on the line.

"Hello, Ms. Sappho," answered a voice she had never heard.

It was soft and smooth, almost sensual, but it also had an oddly unnerving quality to it.

"Wh-who is this?"

"That's not important right now. Could you meet me at the bar downtown? The one a few blocks from your place called 'Louis Nuit'. Very cheesy name by the way,"

"A-are you a scammer? A stalker of some kind? I'll have you know that I am very tech savvy and I will use that expertise to report you to the authorities!"

She chuckled, "Oh, no, please... There must be a misunderstanding. My intent is not to take your money away nor your sense of security, I think. I want to help you with your situation."

"My situation?"

"I know you've been a single a whole year. Not a single relationship in that time. It's rather sad, really."

"A-are you some stalker?"

"Again, no, I'm not a stalker. I just happen to know this info like..." she snapped her fingers, "It all kinda pops into my head one day,"

"Out of thin air?"

"You could say that,"

"A-and... all I gotta do is come to Louis Nuit?"

"Yup. I'll be waiting right there,"

"That's..."

"Incredibly kind and convenient? Thanks. I'll see you there."

The call abruptly ended.

Sappho laid still on the bed. She was fully dressed. She had not done much after she had arrived home from work.

She stared at the ceiling as she had before.

Who the hell was that? She just called... and... she knew so much about me.