Vampire Family

Chapter 1: Family Dinner

As I stared at myself in the mirror, giving my face a shave, trying desperately not to cut myself, my wife is in our room adjacent to the bathroom getting ready.

"Honey, you know we have been planning this dinner with my family for a while now." She mentions with her voice a higher octave for it to trail into the bathroom.

"Yes, I know, luckily Deputy Director Mack Peterson gave me some time off, you know what he's like," I gave my best impression of my boss, "'Mr. Lawson, you do realize that working for the CIA there isn't fun or any games to be played, it is serious business, but as you're my top agent and I do know your wife, I will give you a week's leave'" I said in his southern-accent he had.

"Jake, stop doing bad impressions of your boss, you know he is a good guy and very nice of him to let you have some time off, he invited you to his Christmas party last year." Trailed her voice from the bedroom.

"Yeah, you're right," I say wiping off the remnants of shaving cream with a towel. "But what's so special about this dinner anyway, we have had plenty of dinners with your parents."

"This one is different, because my whole family will be there, my brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, and ones you haven't met yet." "Fair enough," I say as I see that I did in fact nick myself with the razor. "Goddamn it," I muttered. "What, what's wrong?" she says as she strolls up to the bathroom door.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just cut myself with the razor and now it's bleeding profusely, stupid cheap razors." I say as I reach for some tissues. The blood ran down my neck, and I got some tissues to wipe it away, and peeled pieces off to place on the cut. I turn my head to look at my elegant wife standing there, but something was off, it was as if she has dazed off in a dreamy like state like a trance.

"Honey, you okay?" I asked, a bit concerned. "Michaela," I said again. She snapped out of it and looked at me. "Everything okay?" I ask looking at her with a worried look. "Yes, Jake, I'm fine, everything is okay, don't worry nothing is wrong, I just want tonight to go smoothly."

"Michaela it will go smoothly, it always does, nothing won't happen." I say as I assured her and walked over to give her a comforting hug.

She leaned in and embraced me. My wife, Michaela, is drop-dead gorgeous, she had that hour-glass figure, that most men dream about, long black hair, blue-eyes, her eyes were a different shade of blue I have never seen before in anyone, I ask her about it, and she just brushes it off with a 'oh it's in the family genes'. We have been married for two years, and I loved her with my dear life.

I first met her on an assignment in DC, we chatted a lot, got to know each other, met up in a bar. From then on things just hit off and in no time we got married. It wasn't until later on I told her that I was a Special Agent for the CIA. She was shocked when I told her; I think she already knew I was law enforcement as she would often see a sidearm holstered on the right side of me.

So one day I decided to show her my badge and tell her what I really do for a living.

"Honey, we're going to be late," her voice calls out breaking up my flash back down memory lane. "Almost ready," I say. She had already beaten me of getting ready; she was waiting down stairs for my late ass. As I threw on my suit jacket, buttoning it up, I looked over at my badge and gun, lying motionless on the dresser.

I contemplated if I should take them; being a CIA Agent I was often always on duty even on some paid holiday leave. "Fine." I muttered to myself, as I strolled over grabbed my badge clipped it to my belt, slid my holster with my 9mm Glock on my belt, having my suit jacket covering it mostly. I made my way down stairs to see Michaela, waiting there patiently for me.