Even if it was one of his own making. Vampyri lead cold, cruel, and lonely lives. Lives reviled by most other sentient creatures in the world. Lives w...ose only purpose amounted to: don’t die. Destroy any who threaten you, but no more than that. Don’t draw the ire of other Races; stay in the shadows, and avoid becoming entangled in their short-lived squabbles. Vampyri shared no glory, no meaning, no sentiment beyond utter selfishness.Now he knew why so few of his Race lived beyond a thousand. I sat on top of his lap and tilted my head off to his left shoulder. I gave his as naughty of a reverse lap dance as I could without tearing off the steering wheel, and the best make out session that I would without crashing his truck when he finally gave in. Cleopatra Motel, conveniently located right where I was about to explode in my soaking thong. Of course being the gentleman he was, he paid for the room. I took his hand after and led him inside room number 2, a suite, Cleopatra. . Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The. I had a short black lace skirt, cream silk blouse and strappy heels. As I walked to the elevator from the garage, he was just stepping on to it and held the door for me. My heart jumped into my chest, I rarely ran into people from the building late at night in the elevator and never someone I knew, especially while dressed.He just smiled though and asked what floor I wanted, which set my fears that he might recognize me at ease. I said 8 and was surprised to hear him say, "Me too" and hit the.