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It's in the blood

more of this still mine.

I live at the edge of the city, in Northford, so we take the subway into the Financial District and then north from there.  We get out at the most northern stop, Blood Point.  Isn’t that funny, getting out at a stop called Blood Point with a vampire?  Anyway, the subway isn’t bad.  Adam spends the ride trying to pull himself together. It doesn’t work.  Now he just looks like someone who slept through his alarm and tried to comb his hair with his fingers on the subway.  

He’s sweet.  Vampires aren’t supposed to be sweet.

“Come on,” he takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the train.  He pulls me up a flight of stairs, from the top I can see the ocean spread flat and gray in the dark.  He is leading me toward a long low gray building.  It doesn’t look like any club I’ve ever been too.  Over the door is a sign that says ‘Blood Point Ballroom’ in tacky mirrored letters.  The whole thing looks tatty. 

“In there?” I ask.

“Well – yeah,” he says to me, “We don’t have to stay that long, if you don’t want to.”


“We always waltz in your dreams.  I thought,” he comes to a stop in front of the doors of the dance hall, “You don’t dance?  I thought-this isn’t going well,” the last part is pitched like he is talking to himself.  I feel bad.

“It’s OK.  I haven’t had to dance, well this kinda dance, since I was ten.”

“Oh,” he’s disappointed.  He’s looking down at me, his hazel are darkened by, what I think is, disappointment.  I don’t want to disappoint him.

“But all I have to do is follow your lead right?” he smiles.  His bright smile lights him up from within, even if his teeth aren’t perfectly straight, “I’ve been following your lead for months now.”

“Right, you just think about the dreams and you’ll do fine.  We won’t stay long and there’s a wonderful pizza place on the beach,” I resist telling him that I already had pizza once tonight.  I don’t know how much more disappointment he can take.  I take his arm and follow him into the building. 

An older woman hustles up to us, “Adam, where is your tie?  You know the rules and even you have to abide by them.”

“I have it,” he says pulling the crumpled piece of fabric out of his pocket, “Annie, this is Madera. Madera, Annie.  Annie was my dance teacher when I was…younger.”

“His parents thought it would make him more graceful.”

“Did it work?”

“No.  It made me a klutz that can dance – and not that well either,” his eyes have left me and Annie and are now focused inside, on the dance floor.

“Tie first Adam, then you can dance with Mrs. Smith,” Annie smiles as Adam ties his tie and steps into the inner room.  She takes my arm, and steers me to follow Adam, “Don’t worry dear, he has to dance with Mrs. Smith every week, she lets him know how his parents are and then she passes gossip about him on to them.  You must be special, he wants his mom to know about you.”

“I suppose,” I say watching Adam spin another woman around the dance floor. 


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Jul. 8th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC)

Jul. 8th, 2006 02:01 pm (UTC)
and now we start to see the real dorkyness of poor Adam!
Jul. 8th, 2006 04:16 pm (UTC)
hehehe... cool. :D
Jul. 8th, 2006 04:48 pm (UTC)
OK last bit of this chapter comming up...
Jul. 8th, 2006 05:02 pm (UTC)
read, and commented. :D
Jul. 8th, 2006 05:06 pm (UTC)
yup I saw - I should post the map of the city...
Jul. 8th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
Jul. 8th, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC)
posted a link to the map...
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