Page 47 of Dear Mr. Vampire

“How can you forgive Gillian and not forgive me?”

“You fucked my father!” I’d lost the battle and my rage took over.

“You don’t share the same DNA.”

“That’s your argument for your betrayal. Gillian and I are blood!”

“Do you want me to beg you?”

“No, I want you to disappear from my life forever.”

Teresa swiftly fell to her knees and grabbed the waist of my jeans. She made a feeble attempt to unbutton my pants before I swatted her head into the door of my apartment.

“Ouch! What about the love we shared?” She peered up at me.

“It’s dead just like you are to me.”

“You were never this cold before.”

“You never really knew me before. Get off your knees!”

I watched her hobble to standing. She smoothed her hooker dress down on the sides.

“I don’t want to give you up. I’ve given you more than enough time to be angry with me. This is ridiculous! We’ve had other people in our bed, our union was open.”

“It never was open to my father! I can never forgive you!”

“But you have forgiven him?”

“I have.”

“That’s not fair.”

“He is my father, and you were a mediocre bartender that didn’t deserve the life I gave you.”

“You have your life and your money. What good is it if you have no heart?”

“I have no heart for you, Teresa. It is a very different thing.”

“I mean nothing to you?”

“You have been dead to me for more than a year. Nothing has changed.”

“I can get to your little nurse.”

“You can, but it won’t make a difference. I will never love you again.”

“Never is a long time.”

“If you touch her, I will kill you.”

Teresa took a moment to think about my threat. “Well then, I won’t touch her.” Her lips pressed together tightly, and that wasn’t a good sign.

“I mean it. Move on with your life. I’ve given you gifts.”

“And I am grateful. I want you. I want us.”

“I don’t want you. We are over.”