I looked down the street but still no sign of life. Sunday mornings are always quiet here. And there was my ice bucket sitting on my little bench next...to the front door. Must have been my new neighbor I thought and took the ice bucket into the house.In the kitchen I rinsed the bucket and wiped it dry. Put it in the pantry and when I got out I saw her. She was in her backyard, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki cargo pants. She was moving empty boxes out of the house. She has a bit of a tan,. Are we still on for tonight?”“I don’t know. My husband is getting a bit suspicious.”“What makes you say that?”“Just the way he is acting around the house. I don’t think that I should be going home late so often.”“Ok. Let’s meet tonight and then back off for a bit.”“I’ll think about it. Let me get back to the woman on hold.”“Hello?”“I’m still here.”“I am sorry for the delay. I spoke with the doctor and he asked me to make an appointment with you. Let me look up the calendar and see what is. "I can'tpromise you tomorrow" He had told me. Unrequited love, I could dealwith, it was what I was used to, what I had learned to cope with all my life,but hopes unfulfilled, planted into my soul by His sweet voice were somethingI knew would haunt me. Never would I forget what He has told me, searchingfor that special poem just to feel close to Him, grasp the moment again thathad slipped out of my fingers so long ago, over and over reading it aloud,shedding bitter tears about the loss of. Two strong pairs of hands gripped onto her arms and pushed her down to her knees. Fear rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its fingers into her hair. As she was guided down toward the queen’s lap, a man’s voice hissed into her ear. “Bite her, and you will live for years, begging for death every minute of every day.”Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a little at first, then the woman’s tip was.