The Harvest Moon

Chapter four

He was walking over to the blanket, sitting down. Stalling. He opened the bottle of wine, poured him self a glass, gulped it down, and than another one for us both. “Here. Sit.” and I did.

“Well?” I asked sitting next to him, taking m wine.

“it’s a long, complicated story.”

“Apparently I have the time.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Its funny you chose those choice of words, ‘I Do’.” oh dear, ‘I do’ associated with marriage and weddings, were was this leading?

“The snobby spoiled rich boy, who got everything he wanted and made sure of it?”

I nodded

“That was me.” well, I figured that, but I didn’t say anything instead I let him continue.

“That was until a few hundred years ago. When my father got tired of my behavior. He’s this hopeless romantic, and said I need a woman in my life. So I found Jackie. We got along, we weren’t in love. But it kept the money flow coming. For the past hundred years my father knew I had found a woman, he never fully met her, and now, well my father is coming over for his one hundred year visit. And wants to meet Jackie, if he approves than the money flow keeps coming.” my I nodded understanding why his father would do that.

“And now Jackie is gone. Along with my trust fund if he doesn’t see me ‘happy’ with another woman when he visits for the week. He’s never met Jackie. Doesn’t even know her name is Jackie. Just knows she’s been my mate for the past few years when he asked ten years ago.”

“ok, so Jackie is dead. Ash. I killed her.” I mean she wasn’t human, so does it count for murder in the eyes of the government? Does the government known about vampire? Many questions.

“Exactly, so you should own up. And take her place, for the week that is.”

“Sure ok. I’ll pretend to be your vampire girlfriend.”

“Really?”

“No! Hell no!”

“Why?!”

“For one, I’m not a vampire. Two, you’re a jerk.”

“He doesn’t know she’s a vampire or was a vampire, and I can be a very sweet guy. Please?”

“No!”

“I’ll take you home right after he leaves.”

“home?”

“Yes home, and you’ll never hear from me again.”

I didn’t respond, I needed to think.

“And if I still refuse.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“well that’s one hell of a choice!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t do poor! It doesn’t look good on me!” typical rich boy.

“let me think on it.”

“Ok, but hurry cause he’ll be here tomorrow night.”

Great, limited time. Pressure isn’t what I need. I need my bed, and my milkshake that I didn’t get to finish.

Stupid rich boys. Wealth is evil, no matter what creature you are. It corrupts. Its worst than being granted power.

“You done thinking yet?” he asked.