The reports I was getting from the pixies were good. The vampires had retreated to the second bridge that crosses the river inland. It was pretty narrow and they were crossing slowly but it meant that they had abandoned all hope of capturing the larger part of town and we literally heading to the slums of our fair city to live and hold up there. We don’t have a saying like ‘across the tracks’ to indicate the bad part of town, our saying is ‘across the river”. The one thing that was a becoming clear was the pub was no longer in danger so I sent everyone out to help rebuild. Naphtha’s magic was pretty much getting things back to the way they were and it included some Halloween decorations.
The big news that seemed for at least a few hours to over shadow our ‘victory’ was that Sherry had indeed given birth to a girl. It was strange to think that it was this child that had caused so much problems because that had been the object of Mr. Lies campaign. He wanted Sherry’s little bundle of joy. I caught of glimpse of the new child when I went down to check on the situation. Lots of deep chestnut brown hair on the little girl who was cute beyond belief. They hadn’t given her a name yet but they were working on it. It had to be a good one because the children of a muse and an internal editor are rare indeed. Sherry herself was doing well and had taken to breastfeeding the child right away.
With all the good news you would think I would have been happier. The problem was down at the end of the hall in the cellar there was a woman who was transforming into a vampire and she was my wife. It is a long story as to why my cellar also has a cell at the end of it. More of a padded room really because I often would not be sure of some of the affects of some of my brews and would test them on myself. The lock is a puzzle lock which requires a sober and coherent mind to open the door from the inside. That sad it could also be locked from the outside as well. This is where my wife had been for the last few days and it was a good thing.
I could hardly recognize her now. The conservative mother had been replaced with the sensual vampire mistress. She had ripped off nearly all of her clothes to the point that she was wearing only tank top undershirt that was tattered on the bottom edge and her panties. My old wife would have been mortified at how much skin was showing but not this vampire self of hers which often appeared in the view hole naked. The rest of her clothes which had previously covered her in several layers of modesty were now rags on the floor. Her walk and movements had become sensual and seductive. Her skin which had a rosy red blush before, was now pale white and when she smiled at me their could be no doubt that she had extended canine teeth. She was also hungry for blood and we had denied her now for three days. It made her desperate and tortured.
She wasn’t the only one. I was becoming pretty desperate and tortured myself about what to do. Tequila had been by my side for most of it but I took no comfort in much even her presence. How does one accept that for all practical purposes a person you love has changed to the point that they are also for all practical purposes they are dead. My wife was no longer there, it was someone else in my wife’s body now. Margareta was right, this could end only one way. My problem was how to do the deed. It was a tough love decision. The question was could I pull the trigger?
I guess I should have know that someone would try to help me with this decision by doing it themselves. I was well aware of the fact that everyone was getting uncomfortable with the situation and some loved me enough to make he decision for me. I was eventually approached by Colonel Gin and Professor Bourbon. The conversation was a painful one and I asked only to be allowed to say goodbye. That is why I was now walking to the door of the cell. I opened the viewing hole in the door.
My ‘wife’ was naked and sitting in the middle of the floor with crossed legs like she was meditating. Her eyes were on the door however.
“Love is that you?”
“Yes babe, it is me. I have come to say goodbye.”
“Love, I know you think this is a tragedy for me, but I say it is our opportunity to be together forever.”
“You propose I join you. Sorry babe, vampire immortality is not really immortality at all. It has its fragility.”
“Think of it my love, making love for centuries, never growing old.”
“Getting bored with each other. Babe we already were turning into an old song and now you want that song to play forever? Sorry babe, I think you are already dead, our marriage was dead long before you became this thing you are now. It is time to simply make it truly end.”
My wife hissed at me. No tears, no crying out for mercy, no asking for peace. What had been my wife was gone and what was left of our marriage had left with it.
I closed the viewing hole and walked down the hall. Gin, Bourbon and Miss Wine were standing there. I nodded to them. It was my signal that now my wife could be dispatched. The pub residents had all drawn straws about who would actually do the deed. I was to never know. There were a few who abstained from consideration but I would never know who they were either other than Tequila. I had specifically requested it not be her.
I went to the courtyard which was now in full fall colors in the trees. It was beautiful and I sought to take some solace in it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tequila approached me from be hind and I turned to face her.
Tequila nodded and held out her hand. He fingers were holding my wife’s wedding band. I held out mine and Tequila dropped the ring in my palm. I closed my hand over it and began to sob.
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