Everyday on my lunch hour, I drove around the corner to the graveyard that my grandparents were buried in. It beat the breakroom at work. After I ate my usual turkey on rye, I thumbed through my Bible.
The sun peered down brightly upon the pages. I could feel the heat on my fingertips as I ran them underneath the tiny words. I glanced up. The colossal, suspended ball of fire invited me to partake in a little vitamin D.
I slid across the seat to get out of my stale smelling jalopy. I caught my pant leg on a piece of metal that had broken through the decade’s old vinyl. I was living the good life. Ha!
I looked down at the concrete drive, deciding a walk would do me some good. The meticulously sculpted mausoleums in New Orleans were admirable, more like art than tombs.
I hadn’t made it very far when a swift wind blew through my hair carrying with it a strange sound of desperation, a man moaning in pain or sadness. But, I didn’t see a soul. I listened again, trying to pinpoint the location from which it came.
I noticed the door on one of the Mausoleum’s was broken. The steel snakes cascading around the frame were bent out of place having been used as a handle to gain entrance to the final resting place.
A tall man dressed in all black, stumbled from inside. I froze in fear. His face pale and body thin, yet he was more than handsome. He held to the door for balance and waved me in. “Let me make your life abundantly more satisfying.” His words were drawn out as they entered my ears. Another gust swept up a plastic cup that rested on the ground next to me. I couldn’t even turn to look.
This man, he had me in a trance. I moved towards him unable to stop. I did want him to change my life! He swept me up in his arms. I turned my head and exposed my neck, ready to be bitten and turned forever.
“Freeze, Teddy LaRue! I told you I would find you!”
As they drug Teddy through the grass in handcuffs, he turned to me and smiled. “If I ever get out, I’m gonna find ya.” He winked as he hit his head getting into the Patrol car.
I pouted walking back to my vehicle, dragging my keys that hung on a Snoopy lanyard across the ground.
Dang you Stephenie Meyer. You instilled in me hopeless dreams.
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