A Short Vampire Story

I can’t remember a day I was young. Only now I get these mere glimpses of myself as a child.

“Will you remember me as we get older?”

It’s been a couple of years since Patricio died.

“Do you remember me when we were young?”

Patricio was out there talking to me as though I wasn’t the one who had watched him grow from a young boy into a man.

“Still. Why won’t you let me touch you Angie?”

He put his hand on my lap.

“Is it because….???”

I closed my eyes as I flicked my second to last cigarette butt on the floor.

The radio played.

“My gosh the music changes.”

My younger brother was a CIA agent.

He helped from time to time.

My sanity was all I had at the time, but the times were changing.

My brother was soon leaving to Washington state.

My second youngest going to Hawaii to invest in some bills from our mother from out of American state.

My two other brothers were in the military doing time.

First my boyfriend John, then Patricio.

I deteriorated knowing I’d lose my sanity.

Soon there’d be no replacement for me too in Washington state so I packed what little I had and followed my younger brother back to Washington.

I missed Patricio a lot.

It’s been a long time since O’Daley died in a car accident.

Hell. We were all ex-CIA before Patricio died.

***

It was a clear Louisiana morning. Patricio just went into a nearby record shop.

My god he was hot.

He had every girl’s eyes on him.

Fucking heartthrob.

“I’m looking for a Miss Megan Hart Certeza.”

A dark skinned man came out to greet him.

I can’t tell you where she is sir.

Mr. Dupree was not one to tell them all my secrets.

Patricio wasn’t easily going to go. Patricio grinned whipped out his gun and held it to Mr. Dupree\\\’s head.

One thing about Dupree was that he was the family\\\’s shapeshifter and Patricio knew that. But Patricio, one thing about him was that he was very fast so he whupped him with the gun and now he lies dead right where the spiders wanted him.

Dupree used to tell me,

“Every fly’s weakness is honey.”

Patricio didn’t know that because I never told him what Dupree told me to tell him.

I thought Dupree was a’lyin to me.

You see Particio drove a motorcycle almost all the time.

“Every night Pato, I have this dream that you’re in a motorcycle crash.”

“Really Megan? Me?”

I scoffed.

“Well someday you\\\’re gonna crash that thing…. Pato.”

He looked up into the night sky as if he knew. He knew that he’d die.

***

But now that I look back, Patricio was wildly uncontrollable and stubborn.

Patricio was on a plane to Guam.

I feel like I was the last one to see him go.

I had joined the military since 1948.

Ever since my pops left to find mom.

It wasn’t until Frankie Thomas decided to bash him into a car on his motorcycle that I knew my story wasn’t over. Pato had kids and seeing him die put me in a state of shock.

John then died in a car accident played out by Thomas Avila. It was out of control. My friends kept dying everywhere I went.

Dear Pato,

I can’t remember a day I was young. Only now I get these mere glimpses of myself as a child.