Blood Red Passion: Red Snow

I recall a winter ages ago just like this,
snow on the ground and blood in her kiss,
splayed out on the earth under moonlight,
she lay across me her skin so white,
the truth from her lips quietly spilled
into my own with a shuddering thrill,
she told me to drink of her, rich and deep,
and as her cold embraced me I sank into sleep.

I dreamed of castles high on craggy steppes,
a girl who gave herself with her dying breath,
of her search for the love she had lost,
the price she had paid and at what cost;
and I saw myself as a different man there
with ocean blue eyes and long flowing blonde hair,
how they had killed one and suffered the other to live,
the dream washed over me with memories to give.

So that when I awoke in the snow once more,
the flakes falling around me a hundred score,
her blood reminded me of our common past,
and my eyes sprang open with the remembrance at last,
of her lily white skin and pale beating breast,
the dark of her eyes and her hand on my chest,
I remember the way her lips curled in a grin,
right before a kiss that said “please love me again.”

And as she gave me her blood, crimson and red,
on each other now we so anxiously fed,
until both were slated in the chill night air,
she lay her hand on my chest, labored and bare;
this new life we’d found in the rediscovery of youth,
soulmates once separated, united by a curse and the truth,
I recall a winter ages ago just like this,
snow on the ground and blood in her kiss.

By Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

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Vampire Boys Playlist (so far)

While I’m taking a very short break from the story, I thought I would share with readers my playlist of music that I was listening to while writing this tale. I am an avid music fan, especially when it comes to Japanese rock (J-Rock) and Korean pop (K-Pop). For this story, my main character, Nora, is a big fan of  J-Rock too, so it makes sense to me her playlist would be full of music from that genre. So, to get me in that mood I assembled this playlist. Many of these songs are actually referenced or hinted at in some way through the chapters that have gone before, and for those that weren’t, I just felt like they  fit the mood I was trying to create. I’m not going to post links or anything, but you can probably find most of these, if not all, by doing a YouTube search. Hope you find something here you like. I’ve listed the song title first, followed by the artist, and they are assembled in chronological order on how I feel they would fall into the story.

Loveless – Luna Sea

My Heart Draws A Dream – L’arc En Ciel

Queens Are Trumps – Scandal

Las Vegas – B’z

Feel – Exist Trace

Tears –  X Japan

Sweet Emotion – Nanase Aikawa

Incubus – Acid Black Cherry

Ashioto (Be Strong) – Mr Children

Tears & Rainbows – Olivia


I’ll post part 2 of this playlist once we get further into the story. Thank you for reading, and hopefully I will see you tomorrow with another installment of “Vampire Boys”. See you then…



Vampire Boys Of Summer: Chapter 13


Chapter 13: Tears & Rainbows
“Nora, what are you doing out here?” Haru asked.

I spun on him. “I might ask the same of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Were you expecting someone?”

He gave me a curious look. “Well, I was hoping to see someone, yes.”

“Someone like my mother?”

“Your mother?”

“I realize she is closer in age to you than I am.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Nora, I’m only a year older than you at best.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been that age since the 1200’s.”

He looked away for a moment. Maybe it stung. When he looked at me again, I thought I saw a hurt look in his eyes. “What is the matter with you?” he asked.

I put my hands on my hips. “What’s’ the matter with you?”

“Well, the matter is there’s someone I really like. A lot. But she’s really weirding me out at the moment.”

“And how is that?”

“She keeps talking crap about me trying to hit on her mom or something.”

Now I was angry. “You mean to tell me you didn’t summon my mother over here in her slip?”

“Um, no. Why would I do that when I can summon you in your…oversized Hyde t-shirt.”

He was making light of this and I didn’t like it. I was about two seconds away from slapping him. “I’m serious, Haru. Did you summon her?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Can I believe that? Can I trust you?”

His face was expressionless, the bangs of his long pale blond hair nearly obscuring his eyes. “Do you think you can?” he countered.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“In that case, I guess you can’t.”

It was not what I wanted, nor needed to hear. This wasn’t just about my mom sneaking over here in the dead of night, this was about everything. The Trumps and Ryo, they couldn’t be trusted. I was unsure about Chinatsu and Luhan. Though they helped me, I wasn’t sure why. I could trust Angela to a point, but not enough to tell a secret to. I needed to know there was someone in this crazy world that I could trust, and now Haru was telling me it wasn’t him. It was too much. I began to cry; not the loud sobbing that you see in all the movies, but quiet tears falling from my eyes and running down my face. I was too proud to wipe them. Let them fall, the jerk.

Haru looked at me almost emotionless. “If you have to ask me if I can be trusted, you’re not going to trust me anyway.”

“I have to know if I can trust you. I can’t play guessing games, Haru. I’m not sure who’s really on my side. Are you on my side?”

He took a step closer to me. “Yes, I am.”

“And you didn’t call my mom over here to you?”

“No, I did not.”

“Would you ever hurt her?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Would you ever hurt me?”

“Never.”

He reached his hand up to my face. He lay the palm flat against my cheek. My tears rolled towards his hand, then stopped. I closed my eyes to fight any more from falling.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Nora. You are strong, yet your weakness threatens to derail your hopes and dreams. You say exactly what you want to, and yet you hide your most secret scars. You smile, you cry, you comfort, you break.”

With his finger he caught a tear that dropped off one of my eyelashes. I had never seen anything so clearly as that one tear lighting from my lash to dance on his finger. He looked at it and then wiped it onto his own eyelash, as if he were transferring my tears to his face.

“I have barely slept since I met you,“ he whispered. “I’m afraid if I do, you’ll be gone. I’ll wake up and realize that you have just been a dream in my head.”

His finger traced a line down my cheek and beside my lips, the exact path that my tears had followed. “I was upset last night,” he said. “I saw you talking to Ryo, and then I saw him again enter your room through the window tonight, and I thought to myself it was over. It was finished before I could even tell you how I feel, or even how you make me feel.”

I felt another tear coming on. “How do I make you feel?” I asked in a cracked voice.

He smiled, and it almost brought a new round of teardrops. He was so beautiful, and I could feel his heart opening up to me and I wanted to do the same, but I didn’t know how.

“You make me feel…,” he said. “Like I was just born yesterday. With you, everything is brand new and unpredictable. I don’t know what’s going to happen one day to the next. And I like that mystery. My uncle works puzzles, and yet it’s the pieces of you I want to sift through and help put in its place.” He sighed and closed his eyes a moment. When he opened them again, they were the deepest black I had ever seen. So black in fact, they were almost reflective, like a dark mirror in which all his secrets swirled. I wanted to see myself in there somewhere, just like this, with his hands on me and sharing my breath.

“I tell myself,“ he continued, oblivious to my adoration of him in this moment. “If I could just hold you, I would know where everything goes in this puzzle. I would know if I belong here or not.” His own eyes looked as if he might cry at any moment, and I had a vision of sharing his tears, as one might share bathwater with a lover. “May I?” he asked.

“May you what?”

“Find out if I belong.”

“Yes.”

He enfolded me in his arms, drawing me to him. I felt our bodies meet. His chest pressed against mine so close I could feel his heartbeat. I’d always read, or believed, that blood did not pump within the vampire’s frame. That they were dead creatures without a heartbeat, cold to the touch, and without even the slightest pulse. But I could feel his heart beating. It was nervous, strong, and fast. His hands were on my back and I could feel the pulse of his wrist through my t-shirt. And when he pressed his cheek to mine, he was warm. His skin was not cold and clammy; in fact, his body heat threatened to overwhelm me.

His lips grazed my cheek right below the ear and I closed my eyes. It was a soft kiss that lingered on the side of my face. It followed my jaw line in a slow path towards my lips. One of his hands trailed up from my back to the neck, where his fingers seemed to disappear into the dark strands of my hair.

I read a romance novel once in which the character described a first embrace as melting into someone. I wondered for a moment if perhaps they’d known the touch of a vampire too, because I had that same feeling, as if I were melting against Haru’s touch. I’d never experienced anything like it before. Butterflies weren’t in my stomach; they permeated my whole body, and I was dying for him to kiss me. If he didn’t do this soon, I might just launch my lips onto his in sheer urgency.

His other hand touched the side of my face and I swore I could feel the pulse on the ends of his fingers, as they drew a line down to my throat. His lips, still tracing my jaw, made a slow descent there, as well. I felt his warm lips part on my skin and I thought to myself, “Oh my god, he’s going to bite me and drink my blood.”

Still, I tilted my head back, offering it to him if he wanted it. This was not like it had been when Ryo had come on to me. Then, I had felt manipulated, as if my actions weren’t my own. But here with Haru, it was a sweet surrender, a willing sacrifice just to be with him.

His teeth lightly grazed my throat, and I waited for it, but it never came. It wasn’t my blood that Haru wanted. His lips left my throat, and with his hands on both sides of my face, his fingers rested at the corner of each eye.

“I cannot live another moment without knowing the taste of your kiss,“ he whispered, and leaned his face in towards mine. I looked into his eyes and saw myself, waiting, dying to know his kiss as well. Before his lips touched mine, I felt his warm breath on my face, and I closed my eyes so he would not see how much I longed for this. Our lips touched, and I felt my hands moving to the back of his head, my fingers clutching for his long pale hair. His hands left my face, and he pulled me against him until not even the air could pass between us. His lips parted against mine and I welcomed his kiss. Our open mouths, warm and moist, threatened to devour each other, and I ran my tongue along the inside of his mouth and teeth, not even caring how sharp his fangs would be.

If someone could have seen us in that moment, they would have thought we were lovers who had been separated, only to find each other across oceans of time. We were not like fumbling teenagers, oblivious on what to do, too shy to kiss for long. Our kiss seemed as if it would be eternal, and when he lifted me in his arms, I wrapped my legs about him, my fingers still wrapped up in his hair. He carried me like this down the porch steps, and when we reached the bottom, I felt as if we were falling on a cushion of cloud and air. His lips released mine and my eyes opened up to look into his beautiful black pupils. I realized we were laying on the ground, and I could see the stars behind his head as he loomed over me in the most of pleasant of ways. I closed my eyes, as his lips came down upon mine and the world melted away from us.

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

Song for Haru & Nora’s love theme. This song is amazing and beautiful. It is in Japanese, except for a few English lyrics. And if you look up the English translation, the words just seems to fit. Hope you enjoy 🙂


Blood Red Passion: Crushingly Beautiful

She lies in velvet
so crushingly beautiful
and I come her
longing to lay with her
forevermore.

Her pale skin glistens
moistened by the waning moon
and as I climb
into her waiting embrace
I am enslaved.

She smiles like heaven
or how I imagine it to be
and her lips call me
ever beckoning to let her kiss
my supple throat.

Her teeth the savior
That will take me from loneliness
and as she drinks me
my whole body screams yes
wanting more.

She lies in velvet
so crushingly beautiful
hoping she’ll make me
her eternal lover
forevermore

By Paul D Aronson.

Vampire Boys Of Summer: Chapter 12


Chapter 12: Saviors & Creeper

Ryo was mad, no scratch that. He was crazed. A shadow came over his eyes as if something was clouding up within him. His lips curled back and I was afforded a good long look at his fangs as he snarled, “What did you do that for?”

I didn’t know what his problem was. He acted like I cut him, when in fact it was me who was hurting. The blade had gone clean through my pants leg and taken a huge slice across my skin. The cut was deep and the blood was beginning to stain my clothes.

I guess Ryo was enraged that I had severed the mental connection he had worked hard to establish with me. Now I knew what it was like for the girls in all those vampire movies where they just fell into the vampires embrace and let him do whatever he wanted as if they were hypnotized.

I put the chair between us. Using the back of the chair, I held myself up, because my leg was on fire. He paced back and forth in front of the chair. I thought at any moment his hands would reach out and fling it away from between us.

“Do you think you are too good for me? Is that it?” he growled.

“No, that’s not it. I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for your kind.”

His eyes grew wide as if he couldn’t believe what I just said. To be honest, I couldn’t believe it either. “My kind?!”

“I mean your kind of personality, “ I stammered.

He wasn’t buying it. “I was trying to be nice,“ he said. “But now I’m going to show you what my kind is capable of.”

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. We both stopped. My mom wasn’t home, we both knew that.

Ryo half turned to the door.

“Who is it?” I said.

There was no answer, but when the knock came again it was a little louder.

This distracted me, and Ryo knew it. The window of opportunity had opened up for him. He lunged forward just as the door was blown inward and knocked off its hinges. The door collided with his charging feral frame and it shattered against him, splinters shooting outwards. I ducked so as not to get hit. I turned to the doorway to see what the hell had just happened and saw Luhan standing there.

His short stature and youthful age made him look about as menacing as an elementary school crossing guard on a big wheel, which is why it weirded me out to see Ryo look up from his position on the floor and scoot backwards across the room to put distance between himself and the kid. He stood up and held his hands out in surrender. “Luhan, I was just..,” he tried to explain with definite fear in his voice.

Luhan lounged against the busted door frame, his arms crossed, and shaking his head. “Ryo, you know this isn’t the way we do things,“ he said in his boyish voice. “You know better than this.”

“Yes,“ Ryo replied in a meek voice. I was in shock about how humbled he had become. And by a little kid, too.

Luhan looked at me and said, “Please forgive Ryo, and indeed all of us. We sometimes forget ourselves and succumb to our, let us say, baser natures. I’m sure he is sorry, aren’t you Ryo?”

Ryo looked at me, and though his eyes didn’t say it, his voice did. “I’m sorry, Nora.” He bowed his head and backed towards the window. His face was twitching as if he were fighting an urge to cry. Then he let out a remorseful wail and was gone out the window, as if he were a child trying to escape fierce punishment .

Luhan bowed before me. “Again, my apologies.” He looked at the splintered door. “I’ll see that you get a new door before your mother gets home. I hope you will refrain from explaining this incident to her.”

He turned around and was down the hallway before I could say a word. “Hey wait!” I yelled. “What the hell just happened here?”

There was no answer because he was gone already, leaving me with hundreds of questions about tonight.

I had just gotten out of the shower and managed to dress when I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. I slipped on my sandals and went down to answer it. I had no idea who it could be. No one ever came to visit me without a phone call first. I bounded across the front foyer and looked out the peephole in the door. It was Chinatsu. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened it to let her in. To my surprise, she wasn’t alone; she had the jigsaw man with her.

“Hey girlfriend,“ she said with a smile. “Heard you need a new door.”

I stepped aside to let them in, but I looked at the jigsaw man with a wary eye. Chi noticed my trepidation and put her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, girl,” she said. “We got this. He’s an excellent carpenter. Been building and repairing homes since Kubla Khan was a baby.”

I didn’t get the reference, but if he could fix the door, and as long as Chi was here with me, I was okay with that. “Mom may be home soon, I’m not sure.”

“Don’t you worry about that. My other handsome uncle is on his way to distract her as we speak. We have enough time.”

“Distract her?”

“Yes. You know vampire men have an irresistible charm. Don’t worry, he’s not like Ryo; he’ll behave himself like a gentleman. I think he may be kind of sweet on her anyway.”

I didn’t know if I liked that or not. “I already have a dad, so I hope he’s not getting any ideas.”

“No, girl, it’s not like that. He would consider it more like self-preservation than romance. I think most of us have problems in the romance department, but I think Ryo is the worst.“ She shook her head and laughed. “He tends to either break stuff or cause other people to break stuff. So hey, let’s get started. Where’s the offending door?”

“Upstairs. My bedroom. “

“Well of course, it would be your bedroom,“ she said with a smirk. “Why he can’t be like Haru, I’ll never know.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, as we headed up the stairs, her speechless companion following behind.

“Ryo is a chaser, and a relentless one at that. He doesn’t like being pursued, but prefers at all times to be the one who takes charge of the relationship. But Haru, is the exact opposite. He waits for you to come to him in most cases. He doesn’t really chase anyone; hasn’t since as long as I’ve known him. If a girl likes him she has to hit him with a brick just to get him to notice her as a woman.” She shook her head. “For years I have been enjoying the show with those two.”

We walked down the hall and into my room. The splintered door still lay where it had smashed against Ryo. “I don’t think it’s repairable,“ I offered.

“Ooh yeah. Looks like you might be right. What do you think, Unc?”

The jigsaw man stepped forward. The door itself looked like a scattered puzzle with a lot of missing pieces. He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak. The sound that came out sent chills up my spine. It sounded like speech on a movie reel that had been cut up and reassembled wrong, so that nothing was understood. But Chi seemed to.

“Yeah, I guess that could be the case,“ she answered him. “I’d go over and check it myself, but I’m liable to slap him for interrupting my date night. Nice young man named Colin.”

My jaw dropped. Could she mean Angela’s creeper, Colin? I guess nerd boys can have their appeal, but that was pushing it a little. She was gorgeous. She could have her pick of the boys, and perhaps the men too. But Colin?

The Jigsaw man nodded and left. I heard him clomping down the stairs and going out the front door.

“He’s going across the street. The Winston house, I believe. Most houses in these suburban neighborhoods are modeled the same. Floor plans, building materials, dimensions. As long as no one has broken this door previously we may be able to get an identical one from over there.”

“What about Mrs. Winston?” I asked, wondering what Ryo had done to the old woman.

“Oh, I doubt she’ll mind. Nothing much bothers her these days.”

“Why is that?”

“Well… Just nothing much bothers her.”

It wasn’t much of an answer and didn’t reveal why I hadn’t seen much of her since the vampires came to the neighborhood, but I didn’t push it.

“He’ll be back soon,“ Chi said, and it took me a moment to realize she was talking about the jigsaw man. “You don’t have to be so afraid of him.”

“I’m not afraid.”

She smiled. “Yes you are. I can smell the scent of your fear. Unless you’re afraid of me?”

“No, I’m not afraid of you, Chi. You saved my butt today. “

“Good. I really want us to be friends.” She cast a look at me that appeared to be one part flirtatious and two parts mischievous. “Girl hug!” she yelled and grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me to her. She threw her arms around me and gave me a hug that nearly lifted me off my feet. I didn’t know how to react so I just hugged her back. Her long hair brushed the side of my face and I caught the scent of honeysuckle and dirt. When she set me down, she seemed to realize I’d caught it. “I hope he hurries, I left Colin out in the woods,” she explains.

My face must have showed surprise because she giggled. “Don’t let the nerd boys fool you, girl. A Nerd on the ground is worth ten quarterbacks in a locker room shower.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her analogy. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to picture Colin, president of the unbathed and weird club, as a guy any girl would want to be with. Before I could ponder it, thank god, the jigsaw man returned with the replacement door from Mrs. Winston’s. By the time he was done, it looked identical to the original. Mom would never know the difference, and as Luhan wished, I never said a word about it to her.

Midnight. I was back at my computer trying to find something that was relevant about the neighborhood vampires. Just like before, as big as the net was, I couldn’t find anything of much use. Ryo had told me a lot in a few minutes, while the web told me nothing. I guess the information, the questions I wanted answered, would have to come from a vampire.

I sighed and scooted back from my desk. The night was quiet. Mom had come home and went to bed. She hadn’t said much to me beyond hello, and she didn’t mention anything about being late because of a guy. I wondered if she had had a hot vampire distraction, but this was something I didn’t want to get into a discussion about. As long as she wasn’t cheating on dad, it wasn’t any of my business.

I got up and walked around the room, pacing one might say. I was restless and didn’t know what to do with myself. Everything that had happened today had gotten me so keyed up there was no way to unwind. Thoughts of everyone passed through my head: Amanda Trump, Angela, Colin, Chinatsu, Luhan, Ryo, Haru, the jigsaw man, Mrs Winston, The weird boy lurching himself along the sidewalk, Mr. Tomoko, my dad…a whole myriad of characters and dilemmas that were building up so much there wasn’t a way I could sleep tonight.

I got up and walked to the window and looked out onto the night. I heard a siren off in the distance, and then another. Crazy night in Chelsea Valley, I thought. I looked down into the yard. Lightning bugs were putting on a tiny light show and I saw my cat chasing them and getting so frustrated. I looked over at Haru’s place. I was hoping to see him outside so I scanned his porch and yard. It was so dark over there I couldn’t tell if he was outside or not.

Part of me wished he would show himself; call me down to him for another night of intriguing conversation. But the night was still and he wasn’t there. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement across my yard. A figure, dressed head to toe in black, was moving across the lawn, heading over to Haru’s.

“Who the heck is this?” I thought, when I realized the black outfit was a dress, and the bottom hem of it trailed through the damp grass. The person turned and looked back before continuing on their way. I stood there by the window, rendered speechless, as I’d seen who it was in the moonlight’s glow. Mom.

I thought she’d gone to bed. Or at least that’s where she told me she was heading. But now here she was creeping over to our vampire neighbors next door. I’ve never been much of a jealous person, but my first thought was if she’s going over to see Haru, there was going to be a fight.

I slipped into my shoes and went to the closet for a shirt to throw over the flimsy one I had on. I chose a black one that had Hyde of Vamps and L’Arc En Ciel on it. I looked into the mirror and fluffed my hair a little, then bounded down the stairs, taking off into the night in pursuit of my mom.

I didn’t call her name or anything, but moved quiet among the trees, trying to follow her without being seen. I watched her saunter up onto their porch. She raised her hand to the door as if she was going to knock. Before she could rap on the door frame, I bounded up onto the porch.

“Mom! What are you doing?”

Startled, she spun around so fast I jumped back away from her. At first I thought she was snarling at me. On her face was a look of complete confusion. “Nora, what on earth?” she asked, before looking at herself and seeing what she was wearing. Up close, I realized it wasn’t a long dress, but a sheer slip, and she was just as embarrassed at the realization as I was.

“Mom, what is going on with you?”

“I..I don’t know,” she stammered. “I was dreaming. I heard a voice in my head telling me to come next door.”

“Did you recognize the voice?”

“I..I think so. Oh my, I don’t belong here like this. I need to get back home.”

Mom went down the steps and ran home. I watched her disappear across the yard and heard our front door slam. I took a long look at the vampire house, wondering who had summoned her. It was obvious by how she had dressed herself that she wasn’t being summoned to fix a pot of coffee. I turned to follow my mother’s trail home, but then I felt the boards of the porch creak behind me. Before I could turn, I heard the voice. “Nora,“ it said. I didn’t need to turn. I knew it was Haru.

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

A Day At The Wormhole Cafe

I knew what I was getting into the moment I walked into the coffee shop. After all, they didn’t call it Wormhole Café for nothing. Still, before crossing the threshold, I wondered about all the people who had stood here before me thinking the place was given a cool sci-fi name because the owner was a trekkie or something. Imagine their faces as they open the door and quickly became raptor food, or walked inside only to find themselves standing next to General Custer at Little Big Horn,or sitting in the car next to JFK as he rode through Dallas. Despite such horrible visions of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I decided I was going in anyway. What did I have to lose? Life was shit. 

I wasn’t prepared, and who really can be, by what fate had in store for me inside, because when I crossed the open doorway and into the wormhole itself, I came out the other side looking at a mirror image of myself sitting at a table in the corner drinking coffee and reading a book. Well, it wasn’t really a mirror image, for this other me was less 50 pounds or so, and minus a lot of years. Okay , so maybe he had a lot more hair than I do now too, but why taint a memory? From the doorway I could tell what book he was reading, and I knew what would happen within minutes if the clock on the café wall was correct.

You hear all the time from those in the science community that two versions of the same people cannot occupy the same space in time. When I saw myself there, I was hoping they just meant the exact same space, and not the time period or location in general. I decided to take the risk anyway, knowing what was coming, and the eventual outcome of personal history. I walked over to his table and pulled a chair out, sitting down across from him, or me, depending on how you look at it. In my typical fashion, his nose was buried in his book. I guess some things don’t change with time.

“Good book,” I said. “I read it myself when I was your age.”

Finally, he looked up. I don’t think he recognized me at first, because despite my own opinion of how I hadn’t changed over the years, I could tell in his eyes that maybe I had. “Excuse me, do I know you?” he asked.

“No not really,” I replied, and that was the truth. How could anyone tell how they were going to turn out years from now? It was just my fortune, or possibly torture, that allowed the wormhole to put me back, not into just any old history, but my own.

He looked at me with a curious eye, as if he was trying to figure out whether I was dangerous or not. I cast a glance around the room to see if there was anyone else from my youth I recognized. No, not yet, but it was coming.

“I was waiting for someone,” he said. “But I don’t think it was a stranger.”

I smiled. “You’d be surprised the number of strangers who are friends…and the number of friends who are strangers, for that matter.” I reached my open hand across the table. “I’m Chris,” I said.

 He managed to smile back, and as a courtesy, I guess he decided it would be good manners to shake my hand. “Wow, that’s me too,” he replied.

“More than you think,” I said, gripping his hand firmly, before letting it go. “You know, that book you’re reading prompted me to want to write books too.”

“Oh really? You an author?”

“Well, yeah, but I guess I’m not popular as Dan Brown or Nicholas Sparks.”

He looked at me strangely. “Who?”

“Oh yeah, sorry. I guess they won’t be popular for another twenty years or so.” To reinforce my point, someone put a quarter in the jukebox and suddenly the opening drums and synth of “Billie Jean” kicked in, reminding me that in this café nearly thirty years of my life hadn’t been lived yet.

He was really looking at me with a strange expression now. But that was nothing. I was getting ready to make it worse. “I won’t bother you long,” I told him. ”I know you’re meeting a girl.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s obvious.”

I grinned with a knowing smile. “Well young man, here’s something that isn’t. She will be wearing a white t-shirt that says ‘Frankie say War. Hide yourself.’ Boy sized jeans with three holes in them. One on each knee, another on the back of the left leg just below her ass. I don’t think she’s aware of that one.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You are one crazy old dude. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a Frankie Say t-shirt. “

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But that’s the one you should be meeting, instead of the one you are wanting to impress today.”

“I guess you are going to tell me about her, too.”

“Sure why not? Any minute now she will walk in with two other girls, each one looking like they just came back from a Pat Benatar look alike contest. And she will have on a ridiculous ‘Whitesnake – Slide It In’ t-shirt, though at the time I guess it is cool to like them.”

He smiled “Yeah that’s more like her.”

“Well, guess what man? In two years Whitesnake will be super famous, and in ten you will be absolute zero to the hot girl who wore their shirt.”

He was offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, relax don’t do it. Go for the girl in the Frankie shirt.”

Suddenly, it dawned on him who I was talking about. “Chelsea? Dude, I have known her forever, she’s like my best friend.”

The wheels were now turning in my head. The wormhole had presented a perfect opportunity for me. “To you,maybe,” I replied. “To her, perhaps you are more, and you’re just too blind to see it.”

“Wait a minute, how do you know Chelsea? How do you know me?”

“I just do. I also know that Janie, the girl you are meeting today, is on the rebound from her last boyfriend. You know the one, the jock…what’s his name? Martin? Something like that?”

“So?”

“So, she never gets over him. She goes back to him. And the girl who adores you madly walks out of this very room today, hurt and crying, never to speak to you again, because you kiss Miss Whitesnake with the bad Benatar haircut, immediately after you introduce her to Chelsea. Word to the wise, if you don’t want a life of misery…do not introduce Chelsea as ‘just a friend’. In fact, just tell Janie you’re not a replacement for Martin and plant a kiss on your best friend instead.”

He planted his hands on the table and rose in anger. I could tell he was angry, but when I stood up too, he seemed to change his mind on taking a swing at the old dude. After all, I was a lot bigger now.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” I said. “I just wanted to give you some advice because I know how it plays out. How it will always play out, if you don’t change it.”

He wouldn’t look me in the eye. He knew. Deep down he knew. He had to. He was me.

“Look, where I come from The Chris’s of the world marry the Janie’s. The Janie’s become dissatisfied because the Chris’s aren’t the Martin’s. And then the Chris’s sit around bemoaning the fact that they should of picked the Chelsea’s. Don’t be that kind of Chris. See you around, big guy.”

I slid the chair under the table and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” he said. “Did you marry a Janie? Is that why you’re telling me this?”

“Yes I did. And I wish more than anything that I had a Chelsea today.”

“What happened to her? Your Chelsea?”

“I don’t know. I never saw her again. But I didn’t forget her, and neither should you.”

I left him standing there to ponder the stranger and his cryptic words. You would think after seeing “Back To The Future” he would make the connection, but I guess it was easier to think of me as a crazy old man. I pulled a quarter out my pocket and put it in the jukebox. I looked back at him, and pointed, my fingers forming the replica of a gun with me pulling the trigger. The song I had chosen began, with a single snap of the snare drum and the singer emoting a vibrant “Hey Hey Hey Hey!”

I walked back through the wormhole with “(Don’t you) forget about me” echoing in the past…

 

“A Day At The Wormhole Cafe” 2016 Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

Blood Red Passion: Do Vampires Dream?

“Do vampires dream?”

For hours I have watched you sleeping,

the quiet flickering of your eyelids

makes me wish I could be there,

behind those eyes within your dream,

walking through Gothic cathedrals,

waltzing through Parisian courtyards,

making love to you in the silence

of your favorite cemetery.

But I wonder what do vampires really dream?

Do they dream of rising suns

and walking through a summer glade?

or are their dreams just like ours,

to be loved and wanted above all others,

to find that one special person

that makes them feel alive as never before?

And I ponder this one thought,

do you love me or am I just a companion

to make you feel not so alone,

why won’t you turn me?

why won’t you make me as you?

and take me with you down through the ages,

a perfect couple for mortals to fear,

and for us to experience every pleasure

under the cover of the calling night.

For hours I watched you sleeping,

and I want nothing more than your kiss

on my neck, drinking me in,

and making me a mirror image of you;

such beauty and darkness,

wrapped up in cold flesh, warm blood,

and the uncompromising will

to love with fervor and intensity forever…

By Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.