The Lincoln stopped about two blocks from the address Eric had sent her. She received his letter not too long ago and was astounded when she saw his name neatly signed at the bottom of the unlined page.
She thought he had forgotten about her.
She, however, had not forgotten about him. Her fingers traced the penned words. She wondered what he was wearing as he wrote to her and if he smelled as she remembered. Probably not. The Viking she met a millennia ago had smelled of sweat and earth. He was a typical, rugged Viking that seemed to command the world.
He was, also, perfect. So perfect, in fact, she chose to spend eternity with him. And, at first, he was content with an eternity with her, but centuries past, the world changed, and so did he.
She tried not to remember that horrible, horrible night. The night they had their last fight. The night he packed his things. The night he left.
Ema removed the dark red stone from her glove compartment and slid its white gold chain around her neck. She held it in her hand for a moment. It had been given to her by her maker. It controlled minds. Not like she needed help. She, after all, was the inventor of "glamouring" for the less fortunate vampires that couldn't tempt with their looks or their voice or their scent.
Her eyes wandered down to the gold and sapphire bracelet that that was ever-present around her wrist. She wondered if Eric remembered giving her the delicate band set with circular sapphires on their wedding night. He probably didn't. It had cost a small fortune ten centuries ago, but at that time in their lives money meant nothing. After all, money just accumulated over time. And, time was all they had. Eric probably didn't remember. He was never one for detail, at least as long as she had known him.
He seemed to pay enough attention to realize that her name had changed. She now went by Emalyn in sophisticated company and simply Ema in more casual situations. Would he call her Johana? He wrote Ema on the letter. She hadn't been called Johana for centuries but it would be nice to hear that name fall from his lips.
The streets were crowded with humans and vampires alike. The air seemed to pulse with sound spilling from the various night clubs that lined the street. After vampires "came out of the coffin" the younger crowd jumped at the idea of beginning relationships with beings unlike themselves.
That newfound curiosity sparked raging debates around the world. But, this had hardly affected her. She kept to herself and never wished to be equal to humans. There were obvious advantages and disadvantages in both groups. No amount of laws or protests would change that.
She stepped from her car, straightened her pencil skirt, and made her way through the mass of club hoppers.
Her stiletto heels clicked on the sidewalk. She double checked that her change of clothes was still in her bag. She had an outfit that would get her in the building and blend her in with the crowd and another that was much more comfortable. She had always preferred comfort over sex appeal, unlike most vampires.
The club was unmistakable. A black building with a red awning in the front, the word "Fangtasia" was written in red neon letters on one of the windows. The pun was terrible but very funny.
She flashed a pass in front of the vampire guarding the doors and she coolly stepped inside the dark, crowded bar.
The walls were red, the furniture black, the girls half-naked, and the boys watching them like puppies with their mouths wide open.
He wasn't there.
How could he not be there? She sat down at a table closed her eyes and listened.
His footsteps were pacing in a back room, an office probably. He was alone and talking to himself but she couldn't make out what he was saying.
She stood up and walked to the door in the back of the room. A guard stopped her. "No one goes in," he stated.
"I'm a friend of Eric's," she looked deep into his eyes and he moved without struggle.
Then, she opened the door.