Aug 16th, 3:30 a.m.
"Pam, please," Kris begged for the fifth time that night.
She would sleep, although very lightly, then wake up and try to convince Pam to feed. That had been the norm the past four nights. According to Pam, Eric probably wouldn't wake up for at least five days, if not more, considering his condition. She honestly had no idea at all. Regardless, she never took the chance to go outside for a local human or animal that roamed the mountains.
"Just a little. It won't hurt."
Pam's eyes remained plastered to the closed door of the second room as they sat on the couch in front of the fire. Dried, crusty tears were stuck to her face and trailed down her cheeks, her eyes were sallow and her cheeks were sunken. She only shook her head.
Kris had enough. She grabbed the dropper with Pam's blood, went to the small cabinet that held some utensils, grabbed a steak knife then sat down beside Pam. Blocking her view of the door with her hand, Kris slit her wrist. "Now, drink, damn it!"
Pam glared at her, but she took the offering reluctantly. Within a second her suckling became more urgent but it wasn't painful. Kris laid her head back, and even though she was used to it, the lightheadedness still reared its ugly head. Pam moaned once then pulled Kris's hand away. Placing a drop on her wrist from the glass dropper, Kris spread it around as usual and licked the blood away. Again Pam looked at the door. Even with such a small amount, it appeared to Kris her complexion grew rosy and she looked healthy again … well, healthy for a vampire.
"When he comes up, will you need me anymore?"
"Yes."
Sighing, she stood and lied down on the single bed she'd been sleeping on the first night there. "Fine," she said as she got under the covers. "But tomorrow I'm building me a freakin' awesome snowman."
Kris didn't see it, but Pam grinned.
Later that day, 5 p.m.
After Kris ate the last can of beef stew and bread, she left Pam sleeping on the couch and went outside, just as she promised. It was so amazingly beautiful, and the sun felt great on her face as she stared up at the tops of the snow-covered trees. She made a mental note to plan a visit to see more of Sweden.
An hour later, the snowman didn't turn out as well as she hoped. She didn't realize it took at least two people to make snow balls as big as she had imagined, not to mention the strength involved to pile them one on top of the other. She stared down at the pathetic two-foot man, molded the pieces of bread into long fangs and put them in the top of the crevice of the mouth. She wanted to stay out longer, but it suddenly got cloudy and it felt like the temperature dropped thirty degrees with the wind kicking up.
When she got back inside, she got a good, roaring fire going then slipped back into bed for a nap, but it was out of boredom. Boredom. She was going to die of boredom if she stayed in that secluded cabin.
That night, 9 p.m.
"Come on, KrisLyn, it's time to go!" Pam hollered out from the bench of the playground. The cool, summer day was the perfect place to be at the park, especially when the sun was as bright and warm as it was.
"But I wanna stay on da swing!" six year-old Kris screamed back.
"And I want a pink and purple pony that flies, but I can't have that, can I? Didn't you want mac 'n cheese for dinner?" she coaxed.
Kris slowed herself down when her feet hit the wood chips. "Wiff a hot dog?"
"With a cold dog one if you don't come on along."
Throwing a minor temper tantrum, she kicked her feet as she approached Pam and put her little arm up. Pam took it and they walked up the path to the parking lot. "Will you read to me tonight before you leave?"
"Sure thing, missy," she answered. "How about Hansel and Gretel?"
"Too scarwyy."
"Cinderella?"
"The step-mom is too mean."
"Bambi?" Pam proposed.
"But the mom dies. I wanna hear a happy stowy about … pink and purple ponies."
"Well, in that story, the pony turns blue and orange."
"How?" Kris asked, skipping along the gravel.
"Little tyke, if I tell you the story now you won't have a story for tonight."
"Oh, I guess you're right. Aunt Pam?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Pam growled, picked up Kris and spun her around a few times, both squealing in laughter. "I love you more!"
A sudden noise in the room woke Kris up from her dream. "Pam? What's going on?"
Pam was by the fireplace trying, and failing miserably, to get a fire going. "Nothing."
"Why'd you let me sleep so late?" Kris asked as she stood by Pam. "Oh, you look so much better."
Pam gave her a sharp look, though her eyes were light. "Thanks for that wonderful compliment. And it's morning to me." She cursed when the logs kept falling in the pit.
"Let me get that." Pam didn't object. "Hey, I had a cool dream just now," she started as she began to fiddle with the logs, crumbling newspaper and putting them under the grill. "You would have been a great aunt." A moment later the logs burst into flames, so Kris sat beside Pam. "I think I've had other dreams, but that's the first I remember. I know it's common for us humans when we have vampire blood, but do the vampires share the same dreams?"
"No, we don't dream."
"Really … oh, right. You're dead," Kris snickered.
"And you are a brat."
"Yeah, I can be. Hey, I finished the last of the soup and bread. Think maybe I can get a roast chicken and potato salad?"
"Do I look like Colonel Sanders?" Kris laughed. "Seriously, you need to eat red meat if Eric …" she sighed. "I suppose so, but red meat, too."
"Thanks. Does Eric know about me?"
"No."
"But I thought you two were close?"
"We are close, or were, as far as Maker-child is concerned."
"Sorry, but I don't believe that. We wouldn't be here if you didn't care for him more than a child, especially since he released you."
Those words seemed to cut right through Pam, but she replied, "I did … I do. But I never thought he'd leave me. The past year it seems he's kept more secrets from me than I have ever kept from him."
"Well, I hope you two work it out. I hate seeing you so miserable."
Standing up, Pam said, "And on that note, I'm out of here." The door closed behind her before Kris could even blink.
Lying on the couch, she stared at the fire and had a flash back of when Pam first contacted her. It was after the vampires had come out, and Pam had gone to Boston knocking on Kris's door out of the blue. It took a second for Kris to even believe her, but Pam had all of the names over four generations, their birthdates and deaths, what they did for a living, and what they even looked like. But the resemblance in the picture of Kris's 4th great aunt Lillian, Pam's sister, told her Pam was speaking the truth. Kris and Lillian were dead ringers for each other. And over the past eight years they had become somewhat close, or as close as Pam would allow Kris to be.
She had just dozed off when the door creaked open and silent steps approached the sleeping human on the couch. He didn't know who she was, but the smell of her warm blood drew him out, his stomach paining with hunger so intensely that he didn't care who she was. His fangs ejected, and he pounced on her like a cat on a mouse, bit into her carotid artery and drew her blood like she was nothing but a Slurpy. She screamed in terror and panic, punching the back of his head and trying to kick him. But that is how he liked his victims. Their fear always made their hearts pump faster, giving their essence a more delicious, seasoned taste.
Only then did she realize he was naked, and she just knew he was going to rape her. "Stop! I'll give you…" she gurgled, as she was becoming weaker by the second. Her arms collapsed beside her and she stopped fighting. "Pam. PAM! Help me!" she cried out weakly.
The dizziness overwhelmed her, and her eyes slowly closed. Every ounce of energy she had escaped her body, and her head swam nauseatingly. Her heart beat slower and slower, her mind closed down, and she knew she was going to die.
No, it wasn't going to be boredom that killed her in the cabin. It was going to be a vampire.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, some questions have been answered! Only one remains, and it isn't, "What food did Pam bring for Kris?" lol
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