The attack on Mr. Lies mansion had gone far better than I had hoped. Mr. Lies was reported as having left the city and I was constantly flooded with information that his forces had for the most part followed him. There had been no glorious showdown like last time but it had ended well. The debriefing basically told me that there were still pockets of vampires and other nasties across the city but for the most part the major threat had fallen back to parts unknown. The Silver Shields had won and that meant we could breathe easier.
The main command of the Sliver Shields sent me a congratulatory e-mail although her or she did not identify himself. There was also a report that we would remain a base of operations and my new orders were to take care of the small resistance that was left and any other ‘unusual’ problems that might come up. I was proud of my people. We had done what we had to do to win but kept it clean. We still needed to guard the pub, the nexus of magical power in Naphtha’s oak tree and the chest in the basement vault but those were things that we could now focus on given the main threat was now over. That left only one major problem.
My wives were now my main issue. It had not been my intention to have two wives but that is sort of how it had worked out. I thought my first wife was dead, later discovered she was a vampire and wrote her off, but then I developed the cure to vampirism and my first wife had been cured. Now she was sitting in the same cell she had been in many months ago. I didn’t know if I could trust her. She might have been cured but I was not sure if she wouldn’t run back to Mr. Lies and volunteer to be vampire again. On top of that, Tequila had been a little more distant despite my efforts to approach her. Finally it came to a head and I headed down to the holding cells to talk to my no longer vampire wife.
It was a surprise as the guards informed me she already was in a conversation with a visitor. I said to let me in any way and they opened the door. Inside were both of my wives talking. Damn. This could not be good. I grabbed a chair from the hall and took it in and put it down so I was an equal distance from both of them. I spun it so the back of the chair was toward them and sat down and crossed my arms over the back of the chair. I looked at them both and they both shuffled their feet and looked down like two naughty girls. Tequila was in her red barmaid outfit and my first wife in prison garb – orange jumpsuit and sandals.
My question brought their eyes up. Tequila spoke first.
” I have been talking to Connie…”
“Connie? On a first name basis now huh?” Connie was short for Constance which is my first wife’s real name.
“Yes, we have a dilemma and we need to resolve it soon.”
“Don’t I know it. I came down to assess the situation to see how soon it could be resolved.”
Connie spoke, her voice warbled slightly like a woman on the verge of tears.
“Babe, I want to let you know how terribly sorry I am. For everything. I mean I kind of abandoned you when you started this pub thinking it was a waste of time but you were doing something important, I can see that now.”
I sat up straighter. She still looked as good as the day I met her. Brown hair, brown eyes and being a vampire had gotten rid of all the marks and wrinkles. She looked good, although not as sensual as she had been as a vampire. She stood up and walked away to the corner and then she continued.
“I laughed at you when you told me what you were fighting and when I found out the pub was clothing optional I thought you were just being a horny middle-aged man. I want to blame you for growing distant but you came home every night to my cold shoulder and loved me anyway. Then the war happened and you tried to rescue me but too late. Then I turned on you. I escaped and fled to Mr. Lies so determined to get revenge. But the love between the two of you was stronger than my anger and thirst for vengeance.”
“Well to be fair, my dear, I did order you killed when I found out you were vampiric. I have been hunting you trying to finish the job. If it wasn’t for the cure, I would have organized this last raid to kill all you rat bastards – you included. The cure is what caused this dilemma and I created it. Well, me and Campeche.”
“Doesn’t matter. I used to hold my self up to be morally superior to you. Looking at it now, I am unclean and a really the dirty one. You at least had good intentions and had their been no cure I, as I see things now, would want to die. I have done horrible things Babe.”
I got up and crossed the distance between me a the corner of the cell where she had pressed herself into close like she was trying to get safety from herself and my gaze. I caught Tequila’s expression as I did so. She bit her lower lip like she was trying not to speak. I stood arm distance away from Connie.
“I does not matter. You were not yourself. The problem as I see it is you need to forgive yourself.”
I placed my hand on her shoulder, she flinched at first but then turned to me and fell into my arms for a hug. I felt Tequila rise but I spoke quickly.
“Tequila sit back down. I need to tell you both were I stand.”
Tequila sat back down and I let go of Connie and she sat down on the bench again. I returned to my chair.
“Ladies. I love you both. I doubt I could stop loving either one of you. So if either of you has thoughts of leaving to make things more convenient for the other, forget it. I hunt you down and drag you back by your hair. I don’t know how we will make this work, but we are going to make it work. You figure out the details and come to me with your best idea.”
With that, I stood up and, after kissing them both on the cheek, I headed upstairs back to the pub.
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