Page 26 of Dear Mr. Vampire

“Get up and go see.” She ordered.

“Okay, I’m going.” I hopped out the bed and walked to the back of my apartment. I peeked out the window that overlooked the back parking lot. I couldn’t believe it. Zand’s car was gone. I was looking at an empty spot.

“Hey.” Morgan called to me through the cell. “Is his car there?”

Just to be sure, I gazed over the parking lot one more time. “No, his car isn’t out here.”

“Well, take your ass down to that ugly ass flowerpot and see if he is still leaving notes for your hit-it and quit-it ass.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I got to put my house-shoes on.”

I tossed my duvet off my body and scooted off the bed. I slipped my feet into my Nike slides. I did a little shuffle toward my bedroom door. When I got to my front door, I unlocked it and fixed the lock so I could get back in.

“Hurry up.” Morgan muttered. “I’m invested in this soap opera.”

“Calm down, I got to go down a flight of stairs.” I whispered into the cell, “What if he didn’t write another note?”

“Girl, get your scary ass down them steps.”

I quickly jogged down the stairs. I peeked my head out the back door. I leaned down to tilt the flowerpot, being extra careful not to drop my cell phone.

I couldn’t believe it. There was something there, another note. He clearly has no clue that his pen pal and Chanel from apartment 2B are one and the same.

I wanted to hoot, holler and do a little praise dance, but not in a public space. I dashed up the steps to my apartment.

“Hello! Hello!” I heard Morgan’s voice bellow out of my cell phone.

When I was back in the comfort of my apartment, I lifted the cell to my ear.

“I have another note.”

“Damn, this is better than Bravo TV. Come on, friend, read it.”

“Okay, Okay.” I jogged through the apartment to my bedroom. Kicking my slides off, I jumped back into my bed. “You ready?”

“Jason Bourne, ready.”

With a hefty inhale; I opened the note. With a hearty exhale; I instantly started reading out loud.

Dear Human, (I don’t know your name)

If I could die, I would die to see you. I don’t know why you are so hesitant to have a face-to-fang conversation with me. I promise, on my immortal life, that I will be on my best behavior. How long do you want to play these reindeer games? I don’t have any vampire movie or television references for this note. I just have a bloody, burning desire to meet you. You are safe with me. I don’t bite the people I like.

Signed,

Mr. Vampire

“Woo child, what you about to do?” Morgan was as geeked as I was.

“Not a damn thang.”

“Coco Chanel, he’s getting tired of these little notes. He wants a face-to-fang, get up in that thang.”

“He’s already been up in my thang. He just don’t know it.”

“True. But you gotta tell him something.”

“I’m not going to write him back. It’s silly. This part is over. There’s really nothing more to say.”

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