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A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates, things have been hectic around here. I had to help plan a surprise party for one of my friends, and that was consuming most of my mind. Now that is over with, and I shall try to update some more awesome chapters, and on a continual basis. Meagan: I do indeed to continue with the story; I hope to make it into a series of stories, since I believe that there is a lot to tell. Thanks to all of the wonderful reviewers!!! Your comments are much appreciated!! Check Someday out if you haven't already. Now, without further ado, here is the latest chapter of Heaven's a Lie.
"What did I say?" Amy asked me as we left the hotel. I sighed.
"Just something that reminded me of my wife." I told her. I don't know why I told her, but I did. My tongue really seemed to slip around her. She seemed surprised when I said "wife", but asked nothing about it. I was glad.
"So…………um, are we actually dating now, or still just friends? I mean I know that we weren't great friends before yesterday, but there's just something about you that makes me think I've known you my whole life." She said. I smirked.
"Well, I suppose that we're dating so that Glen will leave you alone." I told her. She smiled.
"So, what is the first thing we should do as a couple?" she asked. We didn't have to be to the next arena until tomorrow, so we had plenty of time to mess around and do whatever we wanted. The perks of being a professional wrestler. It's really too bad that I'll have to stop this in a few years.
"Hmmm…….I really don't care." I said.
"How about ice cream, for a start?" She asked, spotting a Dairy Queen.
"Sounds delicious." I said, and a few minutes later, we were sitting down in the Dairy Queen, eating Blizzards. A five-thousand year old vampire sitting down enjoying a Blizzard with his girlfriend, who is not a vampire. Oh, Khalon, you're in way over your head here.
"So, when did you and your wife get married?" she asked me. I was a little surprised by the question, since I thought that we had dropped the subject, but apparently not. I thought about this for a moment. I had to say this just right so that things would add up right.
"A few years after my daughter was born." I said, hoping that if I was vague enough, she wouldn't ask anymore.
"How long were you married?" she asked, eating more of her Blizzard. I pretended to count.
"Ten years on the 16th of June." I said finally. Her eyes really went wide then.
"Ten years? Wow." She said, and waited a few minutes. "What happened to her?" I ate a little more of my ice cream.
"She was killed." I said. "On the same night my daughter died." Amy's face went red.
"I am so sorry. I don't know why I asked. This must be really hard for you to talk about." She said. I shrugged.
"It's all right. I'm over it. Getting over it. It's hard, but I am." I said. We ate in silence after that, and I was glad. Talking about death around food seems to ruin the taste.
For someone who's been technically dead for five thousand years, you would think that everything would taste a little ruined.
It doesn't taste that way-it feels it.