Comatose is Awake
 

Yep. Mona woke up finally. After a few weeks of freaky spontaneous healing, she rolled over on her own and started to snore. And drool. It wasn’t a pretty sight. The next night when I woke up, Mona was already awake, and Jackie was no where around. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked. Not that I cared. I wanted her out of my apartment, asap. All I wanted to know was if she was well enough to get the hell out.

“Better, but funny,” she said. Her brown eyes were dilated and she gave off a strange scent. Not quite human. Maybe a little too werewolf for my tastes. Damn she had to get out before the next full moon. Wolves are notoriously bad on the furniture and they shed waaay too much.

I asked the only question I was really interested in hearing the answer to. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

Mona’s pale face got another shade lighter. And I thought I had lack-of-tan problems?

“She’s gone,” Mona mumbled.

What? Gone? “As in gone out, and will be back soon?”

Mona shook her head. Tendrils of brown hair drooped across her face. “As in left me. Not my girlfriend anymore.”

I leaned against the living room wall, staring at Mona on the sofa for a moment or two. Was I happy that Jackie finally left this bitch? Well, yeah. But my euphoria was short lived. How the hell would I get rid of Mona now, if Jackie wasn’t around to take her off my hands?

“Why’d she leave?” I dared to ask.

“Because of us.”

Us? Even after a few centuries of life (or death) there are still some things that can leave me speechless. Us?

“Because we...you know. After the attack,” Mona continued, as a blush crept up her neck and cheeks.

To quote cheesy old movies, I have a bad feeling about this. “What do you think happened after the attack?” I asked.

Mona folded and unfolded her hands, no longer looking at me. “You don’t remember.”

“Let’s pretend for a moment that I don’t.” Not quite a lie. “Enlighten me.”

She looked up. A faint trace of tears glistened in her eyes. It wasn’t endearing. Vampires are seldom empathic. And whatever the hell was happening to me, I was still a vampire dammit.

“We made love,” she whispered.

“Had sex,” I corrected.

“Fine, whatever.” She curled her body up on the sofa, facing the patio door that looked out on the night.

Sex with Mona. Why did I remember it being with Jackie? “What about Jackie?” I prodded. Maybe Mona remembered.

A paleness replaced her former blush. Mona remembered.

“She didn’t stop us. She just, watched.”

Jackie the voyeur. Explains the Sullen and the leaving. Shit.

Mona turned her tear streaked face to me. “Why did it happen? I didn’t... I never wanted to sleep with you.”

Suck it up vampire girl and explain yourself. “It’s part of the Change. Or what should have been the Change, but it didn’t seem to work with you. You’re still human.”

“I don’t feel human,” Mona moaned. Heh. That’s me, being literarily funny. Laugh or die.

“I don’t know what you are. Or what I am, thanks to you. But when a vampire turns a human, there is a strong, erotic element. Combine that with the morel juice aphrodisiac in your veins and it was bound to happen. I should have realized that and refused Jackie.”

Mona frowned. “Refused her what?” She lifted her eyebrows as light dawned on Marblehead. “She asked you to turn me?”

“Begged is more like it.”

“And if she hadn’t?”

“You’d be dead. You should be dead. Chances are, you are going to turn into a werewolf at the next full moon and wish you were dead.”

Whatever life there was in Mona drained out of her expression, leaving a blank, pale face and dull eyes.  She slouched down on the sofa, looking as if she would go back to sleep. But her eyes didn’t shut.

Motivational speaking. It’s a specialty of mine. But the kid needs to know what’s ahead for her. And none of it looks pretty. Especially if her lifelong human shield has left her.

Thanks to me.

Vampires don’t empathize. But guilt comes with the territory.

 

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