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breathtaking. Her shapely figure underneath her evening gown hovered hundreds of feet in the air.
    “Hi,” she said in a loud whisper.
    He didn’t answer but gazed at her with frightened eyes. She floated closer to the window. 
    “It’s been so long,” she said.
    He was still speechless. She backed away a little from the blinds.
    “Sharon?” he asked.
    “I miss you. So bad,” she said.
    “I’ve missed you,” said Shaun.
    Sharon started to weep again.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I need you, Shaun.”
    He didn’t answer. He felt total and complete compassion towards her.
    “Let me in so we can be a family again,” she wept.
    He gazed at her, feeling himself fall under a spell. It was as if a powerful, painless, unseen force came through the glass and consumed him. He gently shook his head and gripped his crucifix in his hoodie pocket but couldn’t bring himself to put it in her face. Despite her terrifying countenance, it comforted him to speak to her.
    “How did you know I was here?” he asked.
    “I smelled you.”
    “You mean blood,” said Shaun.
    “You’re more to me than blood,” said Sharon. “Let me in. We’ll be eternal lovers.”
    He gazed at her and released his tight grip on his crucifix inside his pocket. He was tranquilized by her powerful stare and his desires for his woman. He was still in love with her and wanted a cure for his loneliness from the loss of his wife whom he deeply missed.
    “Just you?” he asked.
    “Just me.”
    “I want to,” he said.
    “Let me in,” said Sharon.
    “The blinds will hurt you,” said Shaun.
    “If you let me in, they can’t hurt me.”
    “There’s other people,” he said.
    “I won’t hurt them,” she said, making an evil grin. “I promise.”
    She could tell he was slipping under her power. He thought about it for a long moment.
    “I can’t,” said Shaun.
    Her face sunk.
    “Please,” she said, reaching her hand out, but she jerked it back because of the fumes from the blinds.
    “You need to go,” said Shaun.
    “But don’t you want to talk to me?” she asked.
    “Yes,” he said.
    “Stay with me,” she said.
    “I can’t,” he said.
    “Come back tomorrow night then,” she said. “Same time.”
    He glanced at a clock. It was almost two o’clock in the morning.
    “Okay. I will,” he said, backing away to the elevators.
    Sharon flew away. Shaun was overwhelmed as he headed back to the top floor in the elevator. He didn’t know if he made an extraordinary discovery or was just being a damned fool.
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, Shaun drove the Ferrari into the underground parking terrace. Harold was in the passenger seat.
    “I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner,” said Harold. “It’s the last car we have with keys.”
    “I don’t understand it. They’ve never bothered the cars before,” said Shaun.
    “It’s like they’re taking their anger out against us,” said Harold. “But why?”
    “They’re just wild animals,” said Shaun. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
    “You’re probably right, Shaun. It’s creepy though.”
    “Yeah,” said Shaun.
    “So, what’s got you so down?” asked Harold. “We’ve noticed since yesterday.”
    “Really?” asked Shaun.
    “Yeah. You seem depressed,” said Harold.
    “They took something special from me,” said Shaun.
    “What?” asked Harold.
    “My last photo of my wife and daughter.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Harold. “Is there anything else bothering you?”
    Shaun kept the truth from Harold. He wasn’t about to say he was having secret rendezvous with his dead wife who was now a vampire. Harold held an extended stare at Shaun waiting for him to tell him more. Shaun noticed him.
    “Really. That’s it,” said Shaun.
    “Okay,” said Harold. “That’s it. It is what it is.”
    “Don’t worry. I’m not severely depressed,” said Shaun.
    “You’re not going crazy on us, right?” Harold asked with a smile.
    “Never,” Shaun