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| An introduction to the way it is on the fictional Carribean islands Providence and The grand Islands. |
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"would you like to sleep in my bed?" He shook his head yes and prepared to change rooms. He would stay for days until the drinking is done. She wishes that it was with someone with whom there is less tension. She let him have the window side of the bed ignored the light left on in the room he vacated. They only sleep when they're weak. It seems like the red liquid is all she needs. He feels as if she's keeping him around. Her melancholy has reached profound depths. As if she has no soul. They know heartache like a tsunami flood washing over them. Wash them onto the beach of the next town. She would drive around like anytime now she could run into him in town. Always so solemn when they meet up like they could see the next flood coming. She watches the door for him at social settings. Many an offer for drinks from the well meaning or otherwise. She must be playing hard to get. Sylvester thinks. He wants what he wants and he's starving for it. Finding her at wits end as she sits listening to a band. Half listening to a man discussing his troubles. She pretends to understand. 'He's probably not coming whoever you're waiting for.' Noticing how she's watching the door. It seems like he's disrupting the thoughts in her head when she wanted to tell him to get lost. Like they're spinning around bouncing around wildly in her head. They're spinning around themselves. He tells her they're dancing. 'How romantic.' They kiss long and he goes for her neck. Shortly after that she collapses, they're in her Elgin avenue apartment. In the long hallway near the guest bedroom. She is alone now. She wakes up screaming 'demon.' She can barely walk. No equilibrium. she feels a fever coming on. She sleeps all day and feels an incredible hunger coming on at dusk. A hunger no ethnic could satisfy. Her first taste of blood she vomited. From a black woman who dreams of being immortal. She couldn't get rid of her for months so she set her upon Sylvester. She'll ply her guest with wine until she's ready or the wine has gone dry. That's when she'll take him and turn him. But that doesn't mean he'll stick around. She found him in a convenience store around midnight looking for his friend. He would disappear for years at a time. The record stores had all closed at ten and that's where he found him the last time he went missing. Sylvester had already gotten him years before but that doesn't stop him from looking for his friend. On the last night of his visit she made love to him. 'This is what you expected isn't it?' she gave up her usual fare of cocktails of blood. They ate the meal she prepared accompanied by champagne. They turned up the music when they made love. From the depths of agony rose the very nature of their behavior. There was give and take as they fucked. The roar was powerful. The next morning she gave him up. He'd wake up in a park told by an officer to move along. ©
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