"I mean…Husband."
"What do you mean by that?" Asked David.
"White dress. Church. Husband."
"How old are you'se?" Quizzed Spot.
"I told you."
"Refresh me memory."
"246." They all choked and coughed, "Stop dying."
"How-?"
"Vampire."
"When-?"
"October something, 1771."
"Where-?"
"Leads, England."
"How?"
"Repetitive much?"
"Husband?" -Jack-"Vampire?" -David-"Two hundred forty-six?" -Blink-"Cool!" -Race, were basically that followed.
"Yes." I answered melodically. The silence that followed was very peaceful.
"How could you be 200, when it's 1899?" Asked David.
"Damn it David, Shut-up."
"What?" He questioned again.
"NOW, I'm interested," Spot said as I groaned.
"Look, it's complicated," I thought for a moment, "Everything is complicated. It's confusing, and annoying, and I'm missing my favorite shows, and it's so boring here I think I'm going to yammy. I might as well stir up trouble as then fight it off. I'd be more fun. And-," I was cut off by Spot's hand on my mouth.
"Sorry I asked," he went on to say, "We're here, act like a gentlemen, and win money. Jist, don' be yourself, you'se scary." He's just so charming.
I looked around, everything looked familiar. We're about a block away from my house, 2 blocks from the butcher's shop, (we walked inside) and 5 feet from my husband. I tried to ignore him as all of us took a seat at an empty table, ordered drinks, and dealt the cards…but he joined the game.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath, and refused to glance into his sweet blue eyes. I got all clammy. Why? It's not like I don't know him. Then he started to talk; his sweet scent got to my end of the table…I looked over at Spot, who returned my glance. My eyes welled up with tears making me look down. Shame and unforgotten memories of his death made my want to scream. Damn him. Why can't they just stay dead? My name echoed, bringing me back to reality.
"Ivory!" Screamed Racetrack.
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