In the summer of 1984, I met her for the first time. She was a beautiful woman, with long, flowing hair of gold. And, when she stood in the summer sun, it seemed to glow with a reddish hue.
That day she had been gathering medical supplies from a small village in the south-eastern edges of Africa, barely one hundred miles from Mount Kilamanjaro. The humidity stuck to my skin and the heat blazed down upon me.
I may be vampire, but your myths are just that.
At the time, it wasn’t safe for my kind in North America anymore. People were growing suspicious. Vampire hunters had all but eradicated my race in the northern lands. Luckily, I had the wealth to hide from the best of them. My company had long been responsible for the construction and architecture of most suspension bridges made across America, so my resources were not slim.
Still, wealth would not have hidden me from those who wished me harm, had I stayed much longer.
So, leaving my company in the capable hands of my most trusted staff, I left for here – where I would meet the most beautiful and entrancing woman to ever walk the face of the earth. I wanted her as I had wanted nothing else before.
As she haggled over the price of medical supplies with a skinny man, I walked up to introduce myself. As I approached, I heard that she didn’t have enough funds to pay for all that she had hoped to buy. I pulled out enough Shillings to cover the cost, setting the money in the skinny man’s hand.
“Let me help,” I offered.
“Do I know you?” she asked. Months could have been spent, just gazing at her.
“I’m afraid not. I am Benjamin Sutton,” I said, extending my hand.
She quickly shook it. Her skin was soft, but calloused, displaying no rings of attachment. “And how is it that you know English? You aren’t from here, are you?” she asked, probably noticing my complexion as well.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I offered.
“I’m here doing a study,” she said. She grabbed the money from the skinny man, who objected in Swahili. They spoke for a moment before she put the Shillings back in my hand. “I can’t take your money. I don’t even know you.”
“But you don’t have enough to buy all this. I do. I have more than enough.”
“I really shouldn’t…”
“Let me help you,” I said. “Before you say no again, please listen. I am rich and bored, and this money is nothing to me. Please, let me help whatever cause you champion.”
The skinny man took my money once more, this time refusing to hand it back to the lady. He crossed his arms and sat down, shaking his head to the ladies protesting.
“How infuriating,” she said, huffing. A few African men helped carry her supplies to a waiting jeep while she talked with me outside of its door. “What do you want?”
“Who said I wanted anything?”
“Everyone wants something.”
A smile curled upon my lips. “Let me learn from you. Show me what you’re doing and I’ll pay its cost, however much.”
She stepped into the jeep, closing its door and rolling down a window. She started the jeep and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m just not at liberty to discuss it. You can’t buy me for a few hundred Shillings, Mr. Sutton.”
She shifted into drive, but I asked, “Wait. Who do you work for?”
“D.B.A. Pharmaceuticals,” she said, pulling away. But she could never have gone far enough from me.
That day she had been gathering medical supplies from a small village in the south-eastern edges of Africa, barely one hundred miles from Mount Kilamanjaro. The humidity stuck to my skin and the heat blazed down upon me.
I may be vampire, but your myths are just that.
At the time, it wasn’t safe for my kind in North America anymore. People were growing suspicious. Vampire hunters had all but eradicated my race in the northern lands. Luckily, I had the wealth to hide from the best of them. My company had long been responsible for the construction and architecture of most suspension bridges made across America, so my resources were not slim.
Still, wealth would not have hidden me from those who wished me harm, had I stayed much longer.
So, leaving my company in the capable hands of my most trusted staff, I left for here – where I would meet the most beautiful and entrancing woman to ever walk the face of the earth. I wanted her as I had wanted nothing else before.
As she haggled over the price of medical supplies with a skinny man, I walked up to introduce myself. As I approached, I heard that she didn’t have enough funds to pay for all that she had hoped to buy. I pulled out enough Shillings to cover the cost, setting the money in the skinny man’s hand.
“Let me help,” I offered.
“Do I know you?” she asked. Months could have been spent, just gazing at her.
“I’m afraid not. I am Benjamin Sutton,” I said, extending my hand.
She quickly shook it. Her skin was soft, but calloused, displaying no rings of attachment. “And how is it that you know English? You aren’t from here, are you?” she asked, probably noticing my complexion as well.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I offered.
“I’m here doing a study,” she said. She grabbed the money from the skinny man, who objected in Swahili. They spoke for a moment before she put the Shillings back in my hand. “I can’t take your money. I don’t even know you.”
“But you don’t have enough to buy all this. I do. I have more than enough.”
“I really shouldn’t…”
“Let me help you,” I said. “Before you say no again, please listen. I am rich and bored, and this money is nothing to me. Please, let me help whatever cause you champion.”
The skinny man took my money once more, this time refusing to hand it back to the lady. He crossed his arms and sat down, shaking his head to the ladies protesting.
“How infuriating,” she said, huffing. A few African men helped carry her supplies to a waiting jeep while she talked with me outside of its door. “What do you want?”
“Who said I wanted anything?”
“Everyone wants something.”
A smile curled upon my lips. “Let me learn from you. Show me what you’re doing and I’ll pay its cost, however much.”
She stepped into the jeep, closing its door and rolling down a window. She started the jeep and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m just not at liberty to discuss it. You can’t buy me for a few hundred Shillings, Mr. Sutton.”
She shifted into drive, but I asked, “Wait. Who do you work for?”
“D.B.A. Pharmaceuticals,” she said, pulling away. But she could never have gone far enough from me.
3 comments:
Very interesting. Keep em coming
I agree. I want to see where this goes...
More tomorrow. I'll be posting this, scene by scene, daily. Thank you for reading.
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