Strange Days Indeed: The Monster (poem) 

​The Monster”

The monster comes for me at midnight, 
Sometimes he waits until 2, 
He knows I’m under your protection, 
And he waits until I’m away from you. 
He laughs and howls in the darkness, 
Waiting for our love to sleep, 
Then he comes stirring the waters
That threatens to drag me to the deep. 

The monster’s memory I can’t escape, 
Though I know that I’ve tried, 
But ever since I was a little child, 
Something’s lain buried inside. 
Get away from me I want to scream, 
Don’t come around here no more, 
I lie in the darkness so afraid, 
He’s on the other side of the door. 

These fears arise when I’m alone, 
no one else can really see, 
The monster comes when I least expect, 
Always haunting me. 

By Paul D Aronson. 2003. All Rights Reserved.

Blood Red Passion: Her Vampire

​Her Vampire”

I saw the tears falling
From the sun’s very face,
And I buried myself
Deep in her lace;
Don’t let it take me,
No, not again,
Please let me stay here,
Touching her skin.

I saw the smile crossing
The smirk of the moon,
And I feared to myself
It will end soon,
So I took her affections,
And devoured them whole;
For I am her vampire,
And she is my soul.

By Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Vampire Boys Of Summer: Chapter 16

Chapter 16: The Bite & The Breath

Standing in the shower, I let the water wash over me. For a brief moment, I thought of Ryo and his nerve, coming over here and using my shower. I felt like it was just because I had allowed Haru to. A vampire asserting territory or possession. And while Haru was more than welcome to possess me in any way he’d like, there was something about Ryo that was just not right. To deny his hotness would be foolish, for he was very good looking and had a body most girls would kill to have pressed against them. He was sexy and confident, with a swagger and attitude that lent the idea he would be a very good lover. But in all that somewhere, there was a darkness, a bit of sinister lurking beneath the surface, as if he wasn’t just setting you up to be his love object, but perhaps his meal as well.

Now, Haru was the exact opposite. He was laid back and shy. Not so shy that he wouldn’t talk, but he did have a certain bashfulness and quiet demeanor that said a girl would have to stalk him to get him to open up. He was cute as hell, and from what I’d seen so far, he had a nice body. But he didn’t act as if he knew these things. His long blond hair, sometimes nearly white in the light, often covered one eye, affording him a way to avert his gaze from you. His eyes were smoldering dark, as if waiting for someone to bring some light to them, and oh my god, his lips covered mine perfect. Full and moist, they had nearly melted against mine the night before, as if we were the same mold broken in half and being glued back together. A slow sensation rose within my body as the water ran down my chest, gentle as Haru’s fingers had been in my hair. I shuddered. This was not some desire for a boy I liked, this was an insatiable wanting that craved to know everything about Haru, from his mind, to his heart, to every inch of his body. I shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. I couldn’t believe the thoughts I was having, and if someone had seen me naked at this moment, they would have been able to tell from the chill bumps on my skin that Haru excited me in ways I’d never felt before.

Trying to mask my thoughts, I got dressed as fast as I could, hoping no one had snuck in while I was bathing. I slipped into my favorite pair of faded jeans and found the tightest t-shirt I could find in my closet. Ironically, it had a vampire on the front, wearing very little and waving a pirate flag. The band logo VAMPS was emblazoned above. It made me think how much I missed some of the J-rock concerts my dad had taken me to, whenever we vacationed on the west coast. That made me realize I better remind mom about going to see him tomorrow.

I trudged downstairs to the kitchen. I smelled the food cooking before I even got there. This was odd, because mom was no culinary goddess. When I walked into the room, the smell of Asian food was strong.

“What are you fixing, mom?” I asked.

She jumped, startled. “Oh honey, you scared me.” She had her tablet lying on the counter, and I could tell she had been surfing the Pinterest app. “Found this recipe for Yakisoba. Thought I’d give it a try.”

“Cool. Are we expecting guests?”

“No dear. Just you and me. You do like Asian, don’t you?”

“Yeah I do. Don’t you remember? Dad and I used to go to Kabuki restaurant all the time.”

“Oh yes, that’s right.” She tried to smile, but it seemed a little weak, as if her memories weren’t as fond as mine.

“By the way, remember, I wanted to go see Dad tomorrow.”

“Um, yes,“ she replied, with some hesitation. “Dear, do you think we could postpone it?”


“I’m..I’m just not feeling it. I think I’d rather stay home.”

“You don’t want to see dad?”

“I..I miss your father. I just …I’m not ready to go again just yet.”

I remembered the last time we had gone. There had been a certain awkwardness between them, and the conversation had seemed strained. A few minutes into the visit a mild disagreement had come up that seemed to be about my further education after I graduate high school. At the time it didn’t bother me, but now I was wondering if there had been something else being discussed beneath the surface, and if my education was just a secret way to talk about hidden things.

“We can go next weekend,“ Mom said.

“Don’t worry about it, mother. I’ll find another way.”

She stopped cooking. “Don’t you go hitch hiking. It’s dangerous.”

Mom knew my mind well. “I don’t know how else I’ll get there.”

“I said we’ll go next weekend.”

I was disappointed. “No, we won’t. It will be like every other promise you make to me. Broken.” I didn’t give her a chance to explain, or even try to. I stormed up the stairs for the sanctuary of my room, and never once did she try to follow. That was mom for you. Whenever she made me upset, she’d let me rot up here before she ever came to check on me. I slammed my bedroom door, so she’d get the point I was shutting her out in the same way she’d done to me.

I must have fallen asleep on the bed, because when I jolted awake, my stomach was growling and it was dark out. There was still the distinct smell of food in the air, but it wasn’t Asian. It was Mexican. I heard something rustle on the other side of the room. I jumped up and flipped on the lamp at my bedside. Haru sat at my desk, bags of Mexican takeout in his hands.

“I thought you might be hungry,“ he said. “Hope you like tacos and enchiladas, because I have a ton of it.”

I smiled. Another first. No boy had ever brought me food before. I guess most girls prefer flowers, but right now food sounded a whole lot better. “Yes, I’m starving, “ I replied.

He got up and came over to my bed. Plopping himself down on the mattress, he started unpacking the bags. I sat back down beside him. Reaching in one of the bags, he pulled out a warm churro and put it to my lips. I smiled and let him feed it to me.

“I love the taste of Churros,“ he said, and then he kissed me, his lips lingering on mine for so long I thought I would choke on the food. His hands didn’t touch me in any way, but they didn’t need to. His kiss made me feel as if I was being touched all over. When his moist lips left mine, he licked them. “Yes, love the taste.”

I blushed as he fed me another. I reached into the bag and got one myself. I put it to his lips. At first, he wouldn’t open his mouth, but I realized he was just teasing. When his lips parted, I nearly jammed it in there.

He laughed. “Oh yeah?” He grabbed a taco and smashed it against my lips. Some of it went in my mouth, the rest crumbled onto the bed sheet. “Oops,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” I grabbed up the broken taco and shoved it at his face. He opened his mouth to take the food, but grabbed my wrist with his hand instead. It scared me a little, and I released the food so it fell back on the bed sheet. I reached for it with the other hand, and he grabbed that wrist, too. Before I could say anything, he was kissing me again. It wasn’t exactly rough, but it was eager, and I opened my mouth against his, letting his tongue play across my lips and teeth. He gently eased me down on the bed, still holding my wrists so they were on either side of my head. I swallowed, feeling a bit nervous. This wasn’t exactly the shy Haru.

“Do you want me to let you go?” he whispered, perhaps feeling my tension.

“No,“ I admitted, and then his beautiful, wet lips were on me again, kissing my mouth, then my cheek, and my neck just below the ear. I swore the room was starting to spin. I’d become so dizzy. As his chest pressed against mine, and I felt the warmth of him emanating from under his shirt, I closed my eyes and let the heat overtake me. A delicious kind of warmth spread from my face and down into my body, settling somewhere within my stomach. He let go of my wrists, and my hands flew to his face, pulling his kiss closer to me. For a moment, I thought about what Angela had said about him making sexual advances on me soon, and that I’d better be ready, but though this was sensual, I didn’t feel he was just a guy trying to put some moves on a girl. His hands settled in my hair, brushed against my face and neck, but never went below that. And yet, I could feel myself wanting him to touch me more. His fingers grazed my throat, and I wondered if he was trying to fight his vampire urges. His lips full on mine now, our open mouths hungry for the other’s kiss, I felt the tension leaving me and relaxed. He bit my lip and I winced, tasting blood. He took a breath and sucked at my lip. I didn’t taste the blood anymore, but he was. It was so sexy, my eyes rolled back in my head, and then without warning, he broke the connection. His lips left me, his hands left me, and he was jumping off the bed.

“I..I’m sorry,“ he said. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to..”

I sat up, wondering what was happening. “Haru, its okay. I didn’t mind.”

“No, we can’t. I can’t.” He ran his fingers through his hair, and looked around the room as if he were seeking an avenue of escape. His eyes wouldn’t light on mine. In fact, he wouldn’t look at me at all. Instead he looked to the ceiling. “I’m sorry,“ he mumbled. A tear ran from one of his eyes down his cheek. “I..I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?” I asked.

He looked at me like someone coming out of a trance. His unfocused eyes were looking at a spot beyond me, as if someone else were there. Then, he wiped the tear off his cheek.

“I can’t do this, Nora. Please forgive me.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. Do what? Did he mean kissing, making out, making love, drawing blood, what? “Haru, it’s okay. Everything you were doing was okay. I wanted you to.”

“No, we can’t go that far.”

I thought I understood. I mean, I was scared to go too far also. If it was sex he was talking about, I understood the fear. “Okay. But you don’t have to stop kissing me.”

He looked at me. Another tear threatened to fall from his haunted dark eyes. “I don’t want to stop kissing you,“ he confessed. “But…”


“It has been a long time since I have felt this way.” He hung his head. “I..I don’t know what to do.”

“I have never felt this way,“ I confessed.

“Can I…can I just hold you for a little while?” he asked.


He came to me once more and sat back down on the bed. His hands reached out for me in a gentle gesture, taking hold of my shoulders and pulling me into his embrace. His arms wrapped around me. I lay my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beating like a drum in my ear. He began to sing in my ear with a voice that was soft and feminine. It was Japanese , but I didn’t recognize the song. Still, I let the tune take me away to that place where music speaks about our highest hopes and our darkest fears.

In this embrace, we both wept, and yet I wondered if either of us even knew why. In time, we eased back on the bed to lay side by side, his arms still wrapped about me, and yet I felt as if it were I who was cradling him, and not the other way around. I closed my eyes, thinking how perfect this felt, just to be held. I drifted off feeling comforted and safe.

I didn’t sleep long. I knew by the clock on my desk only an hour or two had passed. Haru was awake too, though I wasn’t sure how long he’d been up . He may never have slept at all.

I turned my head to look at him. “Somehow I don’t think this is what you wanted to show me tonight.”

He let a quiet laugh escape his lips. “No, it wasn’t.”

“You can still show me, if you like.”

“It can wait. I think you will need your rest tonight.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything for a second. “You talk a lot in your sleep.”

I came up on both elbows, alarmed. “Really?”

“Yeah, you do. But I think it’s cute.”

“What did I say?” I asked, becoming concerned I had blabbed about my innermost feelings.

He patted my hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you.”


“Tomorrow. To see your dad. I’ll take you.”

“Oh. That’s what I talked about then.”

He laughed at my relief. “Yes, you did. But hey, I’d like to meet him anyway.”

I gave him a curious look. “Why is that?”

“Well, my Uncle Tomoko, he is a pretty good lawyer. Maybe we can try to get your dad out of there.”

“That would be nice, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. He didn’t have a very good defense .”

“We can try.”


He reached up with his hand and touched my face. “This is going to sound weird.”

“Okay,“ I breathed.

“Would you mind it very much if I watched you sleep again tonight?”

“No,” I replied. “Not at all. Can I ask why?”

He hung his head as if embarrassed. “Listening to you breathe in your sleep helps me to remember what it’s like to be at peace again. Your breath becomes my breath, and it soothes me.”

I didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t matter, because his face drew close to mine. “I want to know what it is like to live within your breath,” he whispered.

 To most girls, that may not sound romantic, but to me, it was as if he said he couldn’t live without me. And that was what I had wanted to hear from a boy ever since I was twelve.

“Vampire Boys Of Summer” 2017 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Blood Red Passion: My Crimson Love

​My Crimson Love”

Sometimes I hate this lonely existence,
though my solitude has its merits;
I can hear the silence of darkness,
what beautiful music it makes.
While the others are busy talking,
I listen to the things they won’t hear;
The passing tick-tock-tick of time
that affects all around us…except me.

I have heard the inner voices
that people speak when they’re alone,
and I have acted on their thoughts
when they merely wished they could.
The greatest sadness is fantasizing,
and never having the will to pursue it,
like the life pursues the blood,
and the blood pursueth me.

Cast any look in the mirror,
tell me what it is you see;
a pale reflection perhaps
of who you could be if you wanted.
I don’t worry about the mirror,
I have cast useless vanity aside,
and become beautiful in my mind,
for that’s where it begins, as a thought.

My thoughts once called out,
and were received by a shadow,
from whom all earthly light had fled,
and darkness had embraced like a brother.
sweet sister, please do not cry,
for I am nothing as I was,
and the curse that had lain hold of me
is now my blessing to give to you.

Come to me and let me show you,
what lies behind the veil,
remove all inhibitions and worries,
for now I will show you the gift,
of surrender, renewal, temptation,
tasted from these ruby lips;
bare your skin to me that I may drink,
and return to you my crimson love.

By Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Vampire Boys Of Summer : Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Showers & OMG What’s Your Name?

“Where the hell did that come from?” Angela asked on the way home.

The bus was filled with screaming teenagers. It seemed more kids came to school on Fridays than any other day. Perhaps that’s because they knew it was the weekend. It gave us something to celebrate. Plus, teachers seemed to be a bit more lax on Fridays. Yeah, they could assign butt tons of homework, but you had two extra days to do it, so that was cool.

“I don’t know. I’m just tired of putting up with their crap,“ I answered , knowing she had been referring to the verbal altercation with the Trumps.

“Well, I hope Chi is going to be around this summer to bail you out.”

I shrugged. “I’ll be in summer school most of the time. The Trumps breeze through their classes like it is; I can’t imagine their parents even wanting them to go to summer school. The shame would be too great.”

“In the meantime I would ask her to give you fighting lessons.”

“Who? Chi?”

“Yeah. You’re going to need them.”

I turned my head and looked out the window. Watching the landmarks and streets of Chelsea Valley drift by, I wondered if I’d ever get out of this mess of a town. All my life I had been dreaming of escape, and now that freedom was almost here, I really didn’t want to go. There was something here now worth staying for. Haru.

I thought about last night and how it had been the most magical time ever. It was the stuff of romance novels and K-dramas. Things like that didn’t happen on the average, and certainly not to someone like me. You’re pretty, I try to tell myself. You have deserved this. But still, riding on this bus, I felt like neither. Last night, I had been the princess of passionate dreams, but now, away from Haru, I felt like a slug again. What the heck did he see in me anyway? What could he possibly find redeeming in me? And then, there was the question of his vampirism? Did he really kill a girl as callously as Ryo said? I guess that was a question I needed to ask, but how do you approach that? Excuse me Haru, before you kiss me and make me quiver all over, have you ever killed a girl as if it was nothing?

“Hello, Nora. Earth calling Nora.”

It was Angela, of course, breaking into my deep reverie to inform me we were at our bus stop. We had taken my bus, so we wouldn’t have such a long walk, but now, for some reason I was feeling weak, as if just thinking of Haru was draining.

We walked to my house from the bus stop. Angela seemed to be walking faster than usual, with me just trying to keep pace. I guess she either was hoping Haru was still using my shower, or she really wanted that Babymetal shirt back pretty bad.

We stepped into my yard and I found myself looking across the street at The Winston House. I wondered what had happened to that kid I had seen stumbling around there yesterday. Before I could dwell on it much, movement along the front walk caught my eye. I stopped short. It was Mrs. Winston, and she was working in the flower beds that lined her walk. I hadn’t seen her since Ryo had moved in over there, and I was beginning to think he had done something to her, and now here she was toiling among her flowers. It struck me as odd though, because she was of the age that if she got down on her knees to work, she may not get back up. Last I saw her, she was hobbling along with strained effort, but now she was moving from bed to bed, from knees to feet, with no problem at all. In fact, she moved around the yard as if she were thirty.

“Everything okay?” Angela asked.

I looked at her and shook my head. “Mrs. Winston. Doesn’t she seem unusual to you?”

She laughed. “That old bat always seems unusual to me.”

I stood there watching the elderly lady for a moment, and then dismissed it with a shake of my head. “Yeah, that’s for sure,” I said .

“I don’t see Haru out next door, maybe he’s still here, “ Angela said. She sounded very hopeful ,and I followed her gaze over to his yard. True, he wasn’t to be seen. In fact, there didn’t seem to be any activity at all next door.

Mom was home. Her car had been in the drive. We heard the television in her room. I really didn’t want to get into any long discussions with her, and certainly not when I had a friend over, so we both tiptoed upstairs to avoid her hearing us. As we neared my room, I held my hand out and stopped Angela. The bathroom was across the hall just a few feet away, and the shower was running.

“Um, hey Haru,“ I called out. “When you are done, please don’t come out…I mean cover up. We have company.”

There was no answer. The water was still running. I wasn’t sure if he heard me or not. “Haru,“ I called, just a little louder this time. “We have company. Be sure to dress properly.”

The water shut off. I heard the shower door slide open on its rail. I held my breath, hoping my new boyfriend, if that’s what he was, had heard me. I saw his shadow pass across the door, as he stepped into the hall, a towel draped around his midsection. I gasped, as did Angela. It wasn’t Haru.

Ryo stood before us, dripping wet, and wearing nothing but a towel. “What do you mean by dress properly?” he asked, a sly grin creasing his face.

“Ryo, what the hell do you think you are doing!?”

He smiled. “Just thought I’d take a shower while I was waiting for you. Your mom said it was okay.”

“Well, it’s not okay with me!”

“It’s fine with me,“ Angela muttered, and Ryo noticed her for the first time. He frowned. From his expression, I could tell he was hoping I’d arrive alone.

“Ryo, this is my friend Angela. Angela, Ryo. He’s Haru’s cousin.”

She was staring at his naked chest and chocolate abs. His Loveless tattoo held her transfixed. She was a tat lover for sure.

“Oh hi,” he said, though it was easy to tell he wasn’t as impressed with her as she was with him. She was making it pretty clear her thoughts were caught somewhere between kissing his chest and thrusting hers towards him.

To my relief, she thrust her hand out instead. “Cool to meet you,“ she said. “Nora has told me all about you.” She gave me a look that appeared to be scolding me for keeping Ryo a secret.

The vampire boy looked at her hand as if it were an alien thing, but when she didn’t take it away, he took her hand in his and shook it. Of course, that meant he had to let go of one corner of his towel. It just happened to be the corner that held it all together. The towel dropped on the landing before he could grab it. Angela’s hand went to her mouth. I could have sworn she was biting it to keep from squealing in delight.

I threw my hands over my eyes, but before I did, I saw he was baring all, and I’m not that embarrassed to say it was hard to imagine why he was so loveless. He had a stunning physique, and I guess I should leave it at that. He wasn’t bashful about it, either. At first, he was surprised over losing the towel, but he regained his composure enough to take his good old time retrieving his modesty. In fact, he turned around to pick the towel up, and peeking through my hands I was afforded a look at his butt. I quickly covered my eyes again, but I’m almost sure Angela did not, because I heard her hiss “OMG” somewhere within it all.

He wrapped the towel around his waist again. “Sorry about that,“ he said in mock innocence, but something told me he wanted me to see him naked. Damn vampire exhibitionist.

“Don’t be sorry,“ Angela breathed with a heavy sigh. She didn’t say it, but I knew she was thinking he could walk around all day like that and she wouldn’t mind.

Ryo frowned again. I could tell he was irritated by her attention, and my lack of it. “Let me get my clothes,“ he said. “I’ll just come back later.”

Now I was irritated. “Much later,“ I mumbled.

When he had gotten dressed and came back out of the bathroom, he gave me a quick look. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it. Angela was looking at him in the way most people look at chocolate bars. She could gobble him up in under three bites.

“I’ll see myself out,“ he said, and started to go down the steps. I guess he didn’t want to take his usual route out the window and let her know he was a vampire.

Angela, with a desperate look in her eyes, shouted, “Wait!” She headed off after him, and I saw she was pulling her cell out of her back pocket. I wondered what she was up to.

Ryo stopped on the stairs and turned to her. “What?” he asked. The tone of his voice was agitated, and I was hoping her overbearing nature didn’t result in him losing his patience.

“Can I take your picture?”


She wasn’t put off by this in the least. “I can be in it with you,“ she teased with a whisper .

“Nora has one of me. Get it from her. You can photo shop yourself in it.”

To me, it seemed this was an insult that meant something like, I am never ever taking a picture with you; But Angela is like a wolf child when she sees something she wants. It’s like all she can hear are the voices in her head. I felt like telling Ryo right then and there, even a handful of rocks wouldn’t make it clear to her that he wasn’t interested. In fact to prove this, Angela raised her cellphone anyway and fired off a quick burst of shots.

Really irritated now, Ryo smacked the cell out of her hand. “No means no,“ he said. I was going to have to remember that line next time he came over.

“Ooh, a rough boy,“ Angela said. “I like that.”

He must have realized the futility of the scene, because he just turned and walked towards the front door. He flung it open and turned back to look at us. “You’re so aggressive, it’s almost cute,“ he said to Angela. “Almost.” Then he turned his eyes on me. I knew them well, for they had nearly seduced me last time he was over. “You Nora…are always beautiful. It would honor me if you would come see me tonight.”

I wasn’t falling for it this time. I didn’t let those hypnotic orbs lock onto mine for long. “I bet it would,“ I said. “But I have plans.”

He bit his lip. I’m not sure if it was in anger or desire, for he just nodded as if he knew where his competition lay. “Haru,“ he said under his breath. “I see you’re not taking my advice seriously.”

“I don’t know you well enough to believe it.”

He let out a little chuckle. “You’ll wish you had listened. But hey, it’s your heartache, not mine.”

Then he was out the door, leaving me wondering what his problem was with Haru, and leaving Angela so far out of the loop that she turned to me and said, “Did I just fall asleep and miss something?”

I shrugged. What was I supposed to tell her; that I had two boys competing for me? She’d never believe that one. I found it hard to believe myself. Just then, Angela’s cell started ringing. She jumped at the sound, but I had to laugh. Her ringtone was the theme song for the anime Bludgeoning Angel. If you’ve ever heard it, you’d laugh too, but as she answered it and said hello, she wasn’t laughing at all.

“Who?” she asked, trying to identify the caller. “Colin? Look, I don’t know how you got my number, stalker, but you know I’m not interested.” She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you go for that Chinatsu chick; I hear she likes you.” She hesitated, and for once I wished I could hear the other side of the conversation. “She’s a what???”

I froze. Did Colin know? Had he somehow figured out what Chinatsu was, and was now telling Angela?

“You’re crazy,“ she said. “You’re stupid if you don’t go for her. Have you seen all the boys that follow her around? I don’t care what she is.” Now I could hear his voice coming through the phone and it sounded agitated. But so was Angela. “Look, I’ll only say this once more. I. Don’t. Like. You. And. I. Never. Will. Click. Goodbye.” 

 She disconnected the call and slid her cell in her back pocket. She looked at me and shook her head. “I have to give him points for persistence, but damn, not only is he too nerdy for me, but he’s an idiot as well.”

“What did he want?”

“Hell, I don’t know. It sounded like he was trying to warn me about Chi or something.”

“Warn you?”

“Yeah, you aren’t going to believe what he said she is?”

I nervously held my breath and waited for it.

“A creep.”

I released my breath in relief and snickered. “A creep?”

“Yeah, he said she was creepy. Like he has room to talk. Now, if he looked like Ryo he could creep on me anytime.”

“I don’t think Ryo…”

“I know he isn’t. Not yet at least. But he just needs to get to know me. If he knew the real me, he’d be hanging out in my shower, too.”

“Ha-ha, I bet he would, you pervert.”

“Does he live with Haru?” she asked.

“ He lives across the street.”

“With Mrs. Winston??”

“Yeah.” I had to think quick, before more questions came. “She must be his aunt or something.”

“Hmmm. I wonder if he’d like to go clubbing…”

I was going to say something else to try and deter her, but I thought better of it. As Ryo himself had said, it’s your heartache. And by the time Angela left thirty minutes later, I felt like she had some kind of plan in her head. I loved Angela to death, but I was starting to feel sorry for the Loveless vampire.

“Vampire Boys Of Summer” 2017 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Blood Red Passion: Come To Me

“Come To Me”

I’ve tried my best not to want you,
But how can I not,
When every smile from you
Brings shivers down my spine,
And a warmth to my body
I have not known before,
Yet have craved.

If I close my eyes again,
I can feel you touching me,
And though my heart says we shouldn’t,
I want you to take me,
And teach me how to love,
Wrapped in your arms.

I’ve tried my best not to want you,
But I want to feel your lips
On my pale tender neck
More than anything;
Please come to me tonight
Or I will come to you…
My vampire.

By Paul D. Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Memory Eaters

Memory Eaters

The woman I live with deleted her memory again. I don’t know why she keeps doing this. Why she feels the need to go to the Memory Eaters every time her heart gets broken. I’m surprised she even knows who she is, her brain nothing more than a patchwork quilt of disconnected memories.

I watch her as she cries, but I know I can’t go to her as I’d like, because let’s face it, I’ve been to Memory Eaters, too. They made a mistake with me though, or maybe she paid them to, I don’t know. I’ve heard her talk on the phone about the one that got away and I sometimes wonder if it’s me.

I guess Memory Eaters was a good idea on paper. Offer a service to the public with the tagline: “Got a bad memory you’d rather not have? We can erase it forever.” It’s interesting to note that the company never said what happened to the “eaten” memories. Were they truly gone forever or did they just store them to sell to other clients? Maybe like old junk in an attic, your trash was someone else’s treasure. And with that thought in mind, could you erase one memory and pay to have another inserted in its place? I’m sure someone out there has the answer, but like me, they ain’t talking.

For me, it’s because I can’t. A direct result of what she calls the accident, I have been rendered without the power of human speech. Though I think she may have felt remorseful over the incident, nowadays she takes it in stride, and only rarely does she carry that apologetic look on her face. She just sets the water bowl and food dish before me and watches me lap it up. I think somehow she finds it amusing that I was once her boyfriend, and now thanks to Memory Eaters and their “accident”, I am a dog, or at least I think I am.

“Memory Eaters” 2002 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.