It was a lovely Galway, Ireland day, the sun was shining, the birds were
singing, and all this was waking me up. I was out at the local pub all the
night before. This isn't that unordinary if you knew me. I'm 27, unmarried,
living with my parents, and still stuck in this boring old town. I've never
even left Galway, not once in my life, and have always wanted to see the
world.
The only interesting thing ever to happen in this town happened in 1753;
some bodies were found with severe trauma to the neck. So all the towns'
people suspected it was vampires. I did a report on it in high school.
The sun that was flooding into the room was hurting my eyes; I got up to
close the blinds when my father came in.
"The sun," I said, "It hurts my eyes."
"And I know why!" said my father. "Out all night again at the pub, Joan!"
My father had forsaken me years ago; he said I couldn't see the world until
he saw a diploma.
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That night at the pub I could shake the feeling that some bloke was watching me. I have my admirers; I like to think that I'm one of the more attractive drunks. I scoured the room looking for the source of the staring, when I saw a rather good-looking man. He was dressed head to toe in black leather and had white blonde hair put up in spikes, I looked him up and down and the words "Billy Idol wanna-be" came to mind.
He caught me looking at him and gestured for me to come over to him. I picked up my drink walked to his table and sat down.
"You're not from around here." I said.
"No. I'm not." He said with a thick English accent.
"I figured because, it's small town. You know everyone and their life story."
"It's quaint, I miss that."
"You stay here as long as I have, you won't miss it for long."
"So far I've liked what I've seen."
"So what brings you to a 'quaint' town like Galway?" "Some of my family lived here a long time ago. So what's a young lady like you doing in a place like this?"
"I'm not a young lady. I bet I'm older than you."
"I'll take that bet."
"Come on you can't be that old."
"Trust me I'm old."
"Whatever."
"Can I buy you a drink, love?"
"I don't accept drinks from men who I don't their names."
"It's William."
"Joan."
Around 3a.m. I was ready to leave. I walked into one of the allies behind the pub and started on my five minute walk home. I heard some footsteps behind me and turned around to face William.
"What is your deepest desire?" he said.
"To not talk to you."
"What is your deepest desire, Joan?"
"To see the world." What was I doing opening up to a complete stranger?
"I can show it to show it you," he said moving closer, "Close your eyes."
I closed my eyes, wondering what I was doing. The next thing I felt was like no pain I had ever felt before. It felt like he sucking the life out of me. I screamed out in pain and the pain only intensified. He cut his wrist and brought the blood to my mouth, then let go of me, causing me to fall to the ground.
They found my body the next morning. My funeral was small and only my family and what little friends I had left came.
That night William stood at my grave, waiting. I rose from my grave and walked to him.
"Show me the world." I said.
"The world is ours to take."
That night at the pub I could shake the feeling that some bloke was watching me. I have my admirers; I like to think that I'm one of the more attractive drunks. I scoured the room looking for the source of the staring, when I saw a rather good-looking man. He was dressed head to toe in black leather and had white blonde hair put up in spikes, I looked him up and down and the words "Billy Idol wanna-be" came to mind.
He caught me looking at him and gestured for me to come over to him. I picked up my drink walked to his table and sat down.
"You're not from around here." I said.
"No. I'm not." He said with a thick English accent.
"I figured because, it's small town. You know everyone and their life story."
"It's quaint, I miss that."
"You stay here as long as I have, you won't miss it for long."
"So far I've liked what I've seen."
"So what brings you to a 'quaint' town like Galway?" "Some of my family lived here a long time ago. So what's a young lady like you doing in a place like this?"
"I'm not a young lady. I bet I'm older than you."
"I'll take that bet."
"Come on you can't be that old."
"Trust me I'm old."
"Whatever."
"Can I buy you a drink, love?"
"I don't accept drinks from men who I don't their names."
"It's William."
"Joan."
Around 3a.m. I was ready to leave. I walked into one of the allies behind the pub and started on my five minute walk home. I heard some footsteps behind me and turned around to face William.
"What is your deepest desire?" he said.
"To not talk to you."
"What is your deepest desire, Joan?"
"To see the world." What was I doing opening up to a complete stranger?
"I can show it to show it you," he said moving closer, "Close your eyes."
I closed my eyes, wondering what I was doing. The next thing I felt was like no pain I had ever felt before. It felt like he sucking the life out of me. I screamed out in pain and the pain only intensified. He cut his wrist and brought the blood to my mouth, then let go of me, causing me to fall to the ground.
They found my body the next morning. My funeral was small and only my family and what little friends I had left came.
That night William stood at my grave, waiting. I rose from my grave and walked to him.
"Show me the world." I said.
"The world is ours to take."