Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty The drive to Milwaukee was a lot shorter than I remember. According to the clock it was the hour and a half I expected, but it felt like twenty minutes. Here we were entering the city limits and I still had no idea what to say or do. I directed Bobby to the motel I told him about. We pulled into the parking lot and I realized I couldn't go inside to check in. My brain picked up the thoughts of the desk clerk inside and I realized immediately that it was Paul, a guy I went to high school with. When the hell did he start working at the Blue Spruce Motel? Surely he would recognize me and badger me with questions since everyone knew I was missing. Fuck. I was so screwed.
I asked Bobby to go in alone and check in, explaining why I couldn't go with him. This was not what I had planned on at all. I felt bad asking
Moonbeam: Chapter Twenty Nine The next night I woke up at twilight, the earliest I've ever woken up. The sky was still faintly purple, but that didn't matter. Bobby and I quickly got up and got dressed because the hunger in me was cresting fast. We were quick as we locked up the apartment and hit the streets in search of out own brand of fast food. Walking quickly, we were no less than a mile down the road in a matter of seconds. As luck would have it, we ran into a couple of thieves pretending to unlock a door to an apartment building when they were really trying to pick the lock. Obviously they were amateurs, otherwise the door would have been open already. We took them quickly, and I tried my best to do everything Bobby taught me in being discreet. I think I did pretty well. Not once did I lose control nor did my victim struggle. I even took care of gently bending his head t
Moonbeam: Chapter Twenty Eight We made love for hours that night. I don't know for sure if it was the result of a guilt-free existence or not. All I know is that it was even better than the first time. Bobby seemed to really enjoy it as well. My guess is that he didn't enjoy it as much as he could have the first time we had sex, and now he was making up for it. Then I realized that I was probably his first since he lost Mary. That's one hell of a dry spell.
When we were done, Bobby and I lay in each other's arms in bed. It was easy to admit that I liked this new Bobby, but I couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. I hoped he was serious about moving on. Hell, he already wasted eight years feeling guilty, it's high time he moved on. Still, something like that doesn't just happen overnight and I wondered how long it would be before he felt th
Moonbeam: Chapter Twenty Seven My heart felt like it exploded. "Bobby?!" I choked out in bewilderment.
He stood up. "Yeah, it's me." he answered.
I couldn't help myself. I ran at him and enveloped him in my arms. Well, maybe saying I threw myself at him would be a more accurate description. I held onto him with an iron grip as I felt the dry sobs begin. "I thought you were dead!" I cried as I kissed his cheek.
Bobby wrapped his arms around my waist as he buried his face in my hair, covering me in kisses as well. "I know." he replied. "I'm sorry."
This almost felt too good to be true. I didn't care though. Bobby was alive and he was here. While I was in his arms, nothing else mattered. I was overjoyed to see him and I had extreme
Moonbeam: Chapter Twenty Five Things became so clear. Although I didn't have an answer for him, I realized that he didn't want me to have a family. He probably didn't want anyone to have a family. The idea of it consumed and enchanted him in his mortal life and mocked and tormented him in his eternal life. "I don't know." I meekly replied.
We stared at each other for a long time. I felt like such and idiot for complaining about my family, but at the same time his romanticized, apple pie version of a family made me sick. Obviously I would never tell him this. He was right about one thing though. They were always there for me. It's not like I had a bad childhood or anything, it was just a problem that my parents wouldn't leave me alone. It was all or nothing with them. True, I probably shouldn't have blown up at them when they offered to l