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then kicked him out the next morning. He disappeared, never to be seen again. I always had a suspicion that my mom called some people to take care of it. I never asked her, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the truth. Despite the fact that I hated him, it gave me an uneasy feeling to think that my mom could have had him killed. One thing was for sure, she always made sure I was safe and protected. I think, because she was kicking herself for what could have potentially happened to her only child, it made her feel better to just have him eliminated.
    Rules are very different for my kind. With humans, an investigation would have been made into the disappearance, arrests would have been made and jail sentences would have been issued. We have always lived around man-made laws. While they still pertain to us when we are going around as humans, our kinds have their own ways. Because vampires are superior to other races, we are basically impervious to prosecution within our legal system. Any other race messes with a vampire, they are basically fucked. Thank god I’m a vampire.
    Her third and final husband, Arthur Long, came along (get it?) when I was in college. My mom had already settled down a bit, sex parties had lost their luster for her. She met him through an online dating service for vampires unoriginally called V-date, a glamoured site that when humans landed on the page, all they saw was a GoDaddy parking page. Anyway, I liked Arthur a lot and my mother seemed very content which is good for her. Despite the fact that she is forever stuck in the body of a thirty something, she’s an old woman now and it was time to start behaving appropriately. Arthur was the perfect match for her. He’s beautiful but then again, most vampires are. He’s nearing 200 years old but physically, he’s in his mid-forties. They look like a movie-star couple. It’s nice, I’m really happy for her.
    Now that she had found herself and had matured, she began busily trying to get me to lead a straight and boring life too. I’m not all that interested in doing that though. When I want boring, I go hang out with Morgan. She’s married to, of all creatures, a Fae. I haven’t a clue how she keeps herself from sucking him dry. Fae blood is like a drug for us vamps. It’s like crack. Once you start, you can’t stop. I try to steer clear of them because I just don’t know if I can trust myself around them. Except for Morgan’s husband Gal, short for a name that none of us can pronounce. Morgan is my best friend and that trumps the overwhelming lust I have for Fae blood.
    She just gave birth to their first kids, a set of twin girls named Ellie and Sari. They are gorgeous and when I hold them I have to hit snooze on my biological clock’s alarm. I love everything about Morgan’s babies, particularly the fact that I can hand them back to her and leave.
    Morgan is my glimpse into what a normal, adult life looks like. Sure, it looks nice and comfortable but I just don’t think I’m ready for it yet. I mean, what’s the hurry, I have eons ahead of me. Morgan and my mom both try to explain to me that I’m not getting any younger but the way I look at it, I’m not getting any older either.
    Needing to stop thinking and start working, I grabbed my coffee mug and raised it to my mouth. It was almost empty, similar to the screen glowing in front of me that displayed my work in progress. Which was not progressing at all.
    I decided to make myself another cup of coffee, have a little glass of a nice Type O and finally call Morgan. I needed dialog help and hopefully her brain hadn’t already digressed to Mommy brain which slightly resembled the content of those diapers she is constantly changing.

Morgan couldn’t talk, she was understandably busy with her babies, I could hear their cooing and crying noises in the background. Because my blockage was overwhelming, I decided that I needed a pleasant little diversion; and not the same kind as I had the