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To stay away.
This would certainly not be a one-night stand. We couldn’t even date and then decide to break up a few months from now.
Hale suffers from a mating compulsion that makes him want to have sex with me and get me pregnant. He’ll fuck me and sink his teeth in my neck and drink my blood. I should be completely grossed out by this part but instead it turns me on more. Unfortunately, I can’t just test out this sex-with-fangs thing and then leave tomorrow and never look back, because by his own admission he’d probably turn into some kind of crazed stalker. And I’d be pregnant with his baby.
I mentioned earlier about locking myself in the bathroom, but maybe I really should?
Instead, I’ve made the both of us lunch and continue to sit close and chat with this handsome alien vampire, Hale Bloodworth, of the planet Korn. He’s easy to get along with and I enjoy talking with him. This is amazing, considering we were each born and raised on entirely different planets. It never ceases to amaze me how two people—even two species—can look so different on the outside and yet have the same fundamental qualities in common: a need for love, acceptance and understanding.
“Why did you choose this particular cabin?” he questions.
“I like to book this place during off season, because I’m cheap,” I admit as I take another bite of minestrone. “It’s a nice cabin in an amazing location. I couldn’t afford it for a whole week any other time of the year. This cabin is on the edge of a meadow which overlooks the Grand Tetons. I used to vacation in this same general location, in a larger cabin with my family while growing up, a few miles away. During the summer we’d rent ATVs, or go fishing, hiking and swimming. In the winter we’d show shoe, or just stay inside and play card and board games.”
He swallows another spoonful of soup. “I chose this cabin because of the remote location, but it’s still close enough to be in contact easily with humans in case of emergency.”
“What a mess that neither of us will get the original vacation we planned for and what we’d planned was messed up…well this isn’t a vacation for you…”
He puts down his spoon. “Sabine, I am sorry that your well-deserved vacation is ‘messed up’ as you say. I promise that the moment the weather clears and I can contact the network I will transfer human credits to your account to cover your lost expenses and enough for you to easily book another vacation for yourself to make up for this. It is the least I can do.”
I blink. “Oh, thanks, that’s very generous of you.” I should tell him he doesn’t need to do that, but I decide to accept this compensation because it would really help me out. Plus, he can easily afford it. And I do think it sounds fair. I’m not taking advantage of him, only getting my money back for my lost vacay. I let out a nervous cough and keep talking, “This is our lunch and later this soup will also be dinner,” I remind him. “And don’t worry, I’ve got food for breakfast too, and snacks. Cooking and sharing my food with you is the least I can do, considering you went through the bother of getting all those groceries in the dangerous, freezing cold.”
“Thank you. I enjoy this human food more than I thought I would.”
“Do you like spaghetti and meat sauce? With salad and garlic bread?” I question, my mind already planning tomorrow’s meals.
“I have no idea what that is, but it sounds interesting.”
“It’s a simple meal I planned for while I was here. It’s warm and filling. If you like the taste of minestrone, you’d like that too.”
“That will be appropriate.”
“Oh wait.” I shake my head. “What am I thinking? I’ll be gone by then.” And suddenly I feel sad at the thought of only getting one day with him. For some weird reason, spending more than one day with Hale, in fact my entire week with him sounds…not so bad.
I’m officially losing my mind.
He leans back in his chair. “Why is a beautiful, sociable, unmated female not here with friends and family?”
I bite my lip because I can’t get enough of his compliments. I wipe my mouth and answer, “I used to go on yearly trips to mountain cabins similar to this in Montana with my extended family when I was young, but by the time I was a teenager the group who went was smaller and smaller. Aunts and uncles divorced. Cousins moved to different states. My dad passed away and my mom remarried and moved to Florida. My brother and older sister both moved to Chicago. I’m the only one who stayed in Montana. My dad was the main instigator of these vacations and I guess I’m like him—I’ve always loved these trips. Finally, last year I discovered I was the only one who wanted to still go. And that was when I got the idea to get a cabin just for myself. I love my family but to be truthful I think it was the setting that always thrilled me.”
“You live nearby?”
“Well, I live two hours away. But I’m in a tiny apartment in a busy resort town. The setting is spectacular but I’m usually too busy to take it in. Also, my job is highly social. When I came here last year all alone, I realized I loved the quiet time to recharge.”
“I’m continuing to ruin this vacation for you?”
I open my mouth to agree in the nicest way possible, that yes, he’s ruining my alone time, but... “No.” I shake my head and answer truthfully. “I don’t mind that you’re here. It was weird at first because you were a stranger, but now…now I’m simply happy to have the time to get to know you better. Just the two of us.”
“I’m enjoying spending time with you too, Sabine. Tell me more about your life on Earth. What is your family like?”
We spend moretime in the kitchen, swapping stories of our childhood and life.
Hale stands up, stacking my empty bowl and spoon on top of his own. “I will clean the meal because you cooked. It is only right.”
I blink, impressed. “That sounds nice.”
I sit back and chat with him as he quickly and correctly, without having to ask me a million questions, hand washes the bowls and spoons. It’s not a half-assed job either. Everything he washes looks sparkly clean and doesn’t require me to go in behind him later for a secret rewash. He puts the leftover soup into a large plastic container and away in the fridge, under the bags of blood. Then he perfectly washes the pot too, dries everything and puts it away in the correct cabinets and drawers. He even spends time on detail work, making sure the counters and sink are clean and so is our table. Soon the kitchen is nice and tidy.
Hale returns to a chair beside me.
