Treasure
Void
He did not return to the park the next evening. Or the next. Let her stew. He was not a dog to be yanked around on a chain or ordered about. In truth, who was she to so so arrogant as to think she could prove he was a vampire? She would have much better luck on a silly little fledgling than a mature vampire like himself. He supposed he could just leave, but then she would find that to be proof that he was a vampire. No, he would go back. When he was ready.
The nights were long and dull once again. He found a couple more decent meals, but the rest of the time he worked at his computer screen in his little office. The numbers on the screens scrolled by, maps and charts lined up, and many, many games of solitair rolled by. Dull. Boring. Tedious.
It was night four since he had called her paranoid and stormed off like a drama queen. Now he was back. He wore the same attire as the first time they had met, and he walked with a soft hum.
The nights were long and dull once again. He found a couple more decent meals, but the rest of the time he worked at his computer screen in his little office. The numbers on the screens scrolled by, maps and charts lined up, and many, many games of solitair rolled by. Dull. Boring. Tedious.
It was night four since he had called her paranoid and stormed off like a drama queen. Now he was back. He wore the same attire as the first time they had met, and he walked with a soft hum.