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Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty Seven We didn't see the girl again at Woodstock, even though we somewhat searched for her. Mostly though, we tried to enjoy ourselves while we were there and restricted our appetites to taking small draughts from several victims. People would begin to notice if bodies started popping up.
All in all, Bobby and I had a blast. I really hoped it would last forever, but all good things must come to an end. That's the thought that depressed me. Again, Bobby was by my side, and as much as I loved him, I couldn't help but wonder if he was just another chapter in my life that would also come to an end. We'd already been together for forty years, so how much longer could this last?
Over the years we met other vampires. Some of them have had mates that they were still with or had been with at some point, and when they told their stories t
Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty Six The more I thought about those kids at Starbucks, the more I was convinced my life was one long, bad episode of "The Twilight Zone." Either way, I had to endure it. The trick was to somehow not let it get to me. If only I could figure out how.
Eventually, we make it to Woodstock. Traffic was backed up for miles but that didn't matter. We were there. After forty years, I finally made it. We could feel the excitement in the air as we drew nearer to the actual site. When we found somewhere to park, we got out of the car and immediately made our way towards the origin of the music. Bobby was just as excited as I was. From what I gathered, he had never experienced anything quite like this, living or undead.
I have no idea what band was playing, but the music was loud and had a sort
Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty Five At dusk we awoke and immediately began hunting. We drove around all the crowded hot spots until I found the perfect victim. The downside? He was inside a Starbucks stalking the barista. He was a regular customer who had been stalking the poor girl for months. She hated it when he came in and often refused his advances. Tonight, he planned to follow her home and rape her. "Starbucks." I said to Bobby. "I get the rapist."
"Dammit!" Bobby said. "You always call the good ones!"
I grinned mischeviously as I grabbed the laptop and power cord and got out of the car. My plan was to practice resistance before taking my victim. It probably wasn't a great idea to take my time hunting when I needed to be on the road, but I needed to practice for Woodstock. That would be the first
Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty Four The next thing I knew, I jerked awake. It was twilight again, and I drifted seamlessly off to sleep. Although my hunger had waned fractionally over the years, it was burning hot tonight. Suddenly, I knew why. There was a hooker leaning up against the trunk of my car. A customer took her here for a quick bang, and this place was so seedy she decided to stick around and try to pick up another customer. I tapped into her mind and knew immediately she would be my victim tonight. She knew she had HIV and didn't care. She continued to do her job with or without protection. Now, I've learned to drink from a victim without killing them, but didn't this woman deserve to die? She spread incurable disease every time she spread her legs.
Using my telepathy, I noted the only other people at this motel were in their rooms.
Moonbeam: Chapter Thirty Three Taking to the freeway, I decided to seek out Mark's address. It didn't take long to find him. When I did, I parked across the street and gazed upon him as he slid underneath my father's black 1967 Chevy Impala with a wrench in hand. He was working in the garage with the door open, performing an oil change on the vehicle he inherited. Suddenly, the door leading into the house opened up, and out stepped a young man who looked just like Mark, down to the red hair and nosebleed height. I estimated he was around 20 years old, and he crouched down and peered under the car. "Hey Dad, you want a soda?" he asked.
"Yeah, just set it on my toolbox for now." he answered as his son followed his directions.
Mark was a father. This was just too weird. I watched as his son cracked open his can and took a quick sip before setti
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