Dana Bell - Blood of the Maple

To Mom, who makes a face every time she sees me eat sashimi, but encourages me to bring it to our family dinners anyway. Someday Ill get you to try it, and youll see what the big deal is. Of course, we might have to raid Dads homemade wine first.

To Dad, who suggested I send some homemade wine to my mother-in-law because he noticed how much she loved it when she came to visit. Im awarding plenty of brownie points for that, even though Im taking a lot away. P.S.: The old fart remote control car the boys had tooting in my face has met with an unfortunate, yet predictable, staircase accident.

Finally, to Dusty, who still manages to sneak up and scare me even after twenty years together. Im sorry, but laughing when I smack you in retaliation doesnt make me want to stop. Neither does calling me Super Grover, even if I do hit like a girl. Chocolate, on the other hand, works wonders.

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The California Desert, Sometime in the 1960s

You know, my friend told me you were a witch, but I didnt know he meant it literally.

Parker clutched the bars of his cage and stared at the hippie chick hed shagged a few nights before. Damn, shed been a sweet piece too, tasty on the inside and the outside. A rare combination and one hed planned on sampling again before moving on. She had the biggest green eyes hed ever seen and a mouth that could suck-start a motorcycle.

Too bad shed taken exception to his dalliance with the daisy-crowned flower child. Hed been caught with his fangs down, and now the witch was going to exact some freaky revenge. From the way her huge cauldron bubbled, he wouldnt be surprised if she tried to boil him alive.

I worked pretty hard to get you into my bed.

Parker blinked, unsure if he should be flattered or terrified.

Never mind. He knewterrified. She stirred the mess in the cauldron, and it was all he could do not to scream like a girl. Okay, make that more terrified. He might be a vampire, hunter of the night and all-around badass, but a woman scorned was fucking scary.

You did?

Mm-hmm. She tossed something into the bubbling goo. The stench was foul beyond comprehension. What the hell had she put in there? And was it going to touch any part of him? There wasnt enough tomato juice in the world to get that scent washed off.

Im flattered. He remembered first catching sight of her dancing around a bonfire during one of the numerous parties his friends had thrown. Shed looked utterly edible. I remember you dancing.

She smiled like hed handed her a gilded rose. Yes! She drifted by, her voice dreamy, her expression serene. I called you to me. You couldnt resist my allure.

Someone needs to stop taking the brown acid. Look, it was nice and all, but

Nice!

Parkers ears were ringing. Damn, she could shriek.

I let you into my temple, and you desecrated it!

Oh now, hold on a moment. You begged me to desecrate it!

She pointed her white-handled knife at him. You cheated on me.

You have to be in a relationship to cheat. All we did was party together. Horizontally.

She sniffled, tears forming in her eyes. I thought I meant something to you.

Aw shit. Humor the crazy lady. You did. He rattled the bars, unsure why he couldnt turn to mist and drift through them. The one time he tried hed almost passed out from the pain. You could.

The eager grin she was suddenly sporting scared the bejesus out of him. Yes. And to make sure it never happens again, Ive come up with a plan.

Uh-oh. Excuse me?

Dont worry, my love. Youll never need to feed off anyone else again.

You know? When hed thought about being caught with his fangs down, he hadnt meant it literally.

Hed done everything he was supposed to. The feeding should have been a vague memory of a sharp nip; the only physical reminder, a tiny hickey.

Greg could have warned him. If her lack of memory loss was due to her being a real witch, then he never would have fed from her in the first place, but Greg, a witch himself, had never once mentioned that they were immune.

Oh wait. Greg had warned him to stay away from the crazy. Too bad hed listened to his prick instead.

That youre a Nosferatu? She turned back to the cauldron. The smell coming from it was truly vile.

He winced. I prefer vampire, myself. Nosferatu made him think of that spindly, ugly-ass guy in the black-and-white film. He might not be Tony Curtis, but he sure as hell wasnt that guy either.

There was that smile that had led him to her bed, the one that promised all sorts of forbidden delights. Of course. Ill remember that.

Thanks. He gave his attention once more to the iron bars of his cage. He twisted and pulled, bending them, but not nearly enough.

Damn it. Hed been working on freeing himself for an hour or more. Normally breaking out of a simple iron cage wouldnt be a problem, but shed done something to it, somethingmagical? Whatever it was, the bars were extremely difficult to break. So what do you have planned?

Nothing much. Im going to change your diet.

He froze. What she was suggesting was impossible. What?

She grinned over her shoulder, her whole body glowing eerily. It wasnt a reflection of the firelight on her skin either. This was serious magic. Its simple, really. Im going to make you unable to feed from anyone but me. Then youll never cheat on me again. Isnt it a great idea?

The idea was revolting. It was unnatural. It was against the vampire code of ethics or something. He couldnt live off her; she wasnt his singele sotiei, his blood wife. Only his sotiei could sustain him the way Terri was talking about.

She dipped a golden goblet into the green goo in the cauldron. When Im done, the only one youll ever need will be me. She turned toward him, the goblet balanced between her hands. Its time, my love.

Oh fuck me. Parker began kicking at the bars with all his might. The outcome of this could not be good.

Here. Drink this, and well be together forever.

No way. Odds were good she was carrying liquid death in her hands. His death. Parker knocked the goblet away, but the liquid sloshed over the sides. Some landed on him, some on her. The dark green was almost pretty against her skin.

She looked at him and smiled. I love you.

Then the pain hit, and he couldnt do anything but scream.

Haight-Ashbury, Sometime in the 1960s

Oh Goddess. Oh Goddess. Oh fuck.

Someone pounded on the restroom door. Brother. What the hell are you doing in there? A pair of ratty sneakers were visible under the tan door.

Parker clenched the sides of the toilet bowl and prayed for death. He didnt even know he had these bodily functions anymore. Hell, he hadnt taken a dump in two centuries!

This was all that bitchs fault. That is the last time I eat cactus. He shuddered, cold sweat popping out on his forehead. It was bad enough hed had to pick the fucking needles out of his gums, but this? This was the ultimate indignity.

The poor bastard waiting to use the toilet backed up, until Parker couldnt see his shoes. What did you say? He probably thought Parker was high on something.

Nothing, he wheezed. When he found that bitch, he was going to kill her. Kill her dead. Deader than dead.