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heat and cold didn’t bother me. And I didn’t need to breathe. Since I couldn’t really fly, swimming was the next best thing.
    The mattress creaking intensified. When the fuck bunnies started moaning and calling each other dirty names, I sank underwater. The water closed around me like a dark, chilly glove. There is only so much I can stand. The sad truth, I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time. Like half a century. I could have had a ton of empty sex if I wanted to, but I wasn’t raised with those values.
    When I touched the bottom, I slid my hands over the slime covered rocks and sifted the sand through my fingers. Lord knows what the fish thought of the pale-skinned monster sharing their domain.
    After what I felt like was enough time for post-coital cuddling, I slogged out of the water. A fisherman in a canoe floated in the center of the lake, casting his line. I doubt he could see me. Human eyesight was weak. Not that I cared too much. I did take off my clothes for a living. But the lake association didn’t know and I wanted to keep it that way. Staying under the radar and following the rules kept humans out of my business.
    I gathered my clothes and whistled a signal to Jay – I’m coming in, get her ass out the door . I knew Jay heard me because I could hear him ushering his guest into her garments.
    After empty promises of the, I’ll call you soon variety , she departed and I finally entered my house.
    “Thanks Cherry,” Jay said patting down sweaty and mussed hair. A wine red hue suffused his dark complexion. “Can I fix you something to eat?”
    “No thank you.” He knew damn well I didn’t need to eat human food to survive. I waltzed into my bedroom, dried my hair, then dressed in clean clothes.
    Afterwards, I re-joined Jay in the living room/dining room/kitchen area. The house, a cottage really, was pretty small and we had one common area. With two bedrooms and two bathrooms, we made the space work. The vampire-thrall bond ensured we never seriously got on each other’s nerves. At least not long term.
    Jay was a neat freak. My habits left him with plenty to do. I suspected he enjoyed nagging at me to pick up my dirty clothes. And he hadn’t tried to kill me in my sleep. Not for over a century now.
    Jay scooted over and moved his textbooks so I could join him on our comfy and well-worn couch.
    “How’re the classes coming?” I asked, flicking on the morning news.
    “Fine. Are you planning on sleeping today?”
    I detected a note of frustration. Uh oh. We were about to have a “conversation” about me.
    “Yeah, eventually,” I hedged. I suppressed a yawn behind my hand. “I’m not tired yet.”
    “Bullshit.” Jay snapped off the TV. “You’re having those dreams again aren’t you? And you’re afraid to fall asleep.”
    That’s my buddy. He cuts right to the chase. I snatched the remote. The TV clicked back to life. “No.” I lied. Lately, whenever I slept, I dreamt of dark caverns and red earth. Voices spoke in a strange language. The words hammered at me. Insistent, as though I needed to know something. Worse, I failed to comprehend the dream’s message. I always woke up out of sorts and couldn’t fall back to sleep.
    And Jay knew it. He ran his fingers through the waves of his dark hair. “Don’t make me force you to rest.”
    “Jay, come on…” A vampire had most of the power in a relationship with a thrall. Jay was my servant, bodyguard, and companion. If I needed to feed, he brought me blood, human or vamp. He took care of the mundane business required for me to live among humans, like securing identities, money and shelter. In the old days, when I was new and weak, he guarded my resting place from those who could do me harm.
    In return, Jay was granted superior strength, eternal youth (as long as he took blood from me occasionally) and a comfortable lifestyle. He also had an advantage over me. He could force me to sleep and eat. This ensured I didn’t turn