Moonlight Dwelling

"This is my apartment. I don't have to hear anything."

"Calm down Vicki."

Vicki just glared at Mike.

"Get out now."

"OKay I won't talk about it. How about getting some Chinese?"

Vicki's stomach growled in agreement. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had anything to eat.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He went over to the phone to order which Vicki sat down.

"The nerve of him trying to get me to tell him what it's like having Henry drink my blood. Why doesn't he have Henry suck some blood out of him. Maybe then he wouldn't be asking me stupid questions I don't feel like answering. Besides that is none of his business. Who does he think he is anyway?"

While Mike was on hold he looked over at Vicki who was muttering to herself.

"Well I won't make that mistake again."

By Barbara Desmond