Single sucks

Yes, single sucks.

I have been single for nearly a year now. Now, the whole single thing was a shock after having been dating one person for seven years. After that much time you get used to somebody being there, somebody to talk to and just to be there when you need them. .

What I really miss is the companionship. Maybe it's just beause I'm female, or maybe because I'm a hopeless romantic. But I really miss just having somebody there.

What makes being single even harder is that I see no end to it in the near future. This is because I have a couple of factors working against me.

One of the factors is my size. I am not one of those waiflike girls who get blown away in the slightest breeze. Exactly the opposite, I'll admit it, I AM FAT. And of course in the land of hispanic beauties this can pose some problems.

Another thing working against me is my own pickiness. I have a list of criteria and if I am really serious about anybody they have to meet a majority of the things on my list.

There are other things that pose problems to me becoming un-single, including bad location. But the aforementioned are probably the biggest.

So on that note, lets continue on with the story.

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7

“So who were you talking to on the white bell-phone this morning?”

“The loud one was my daughter, the other one was my husband.”

“Husband?”

“My man, my…mate. If that makes more sense.”

“You let them go and you do not go with them?”

“Scott knows that I enjoy my privacy sometimes. Also I had some work to finish up here before I could have gone.”

“Do you miss them?”

“Of course, but I know that they will be back. So I let them go and have some time without me, and when they get back we all appreciate each other a little more. I’ve tried family vacations the other way before, and usually by the end you feel like you need another vacation, but this time from your family. When we all go together we usually end up getting on each other’s nerves.”

“Oh.”

“And you? Do you have a family?”

“I have mated, yes. But I have no offspring, for reasons I explained earlier.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Yes, but more importantly I miss the entire community. Vampires, being descendant of elves, are very social. The community is sometimes more important than the individual family unit.”

“How big is the community?”

“It varies from clan to clan, but the one I am a part of numbers about three hundred.”

“Three hundred? And all of you live off of the bloodroot?”

“Yes, like I said it is a magical plant. It regenerates very quickly, but we also need to consume less of it than purely animal blood.”

“So will you be able to hunt enough food in the woods to sustain you?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

Silence fell between the two for a moment.

“Can drained blood be substituted for fresh?”

“Yes, as long as it is not too old. Why?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Maureen walked into the house and picked up the telephone. Dialing from memory she was soon connected to the person that she wanted to talk to.

“Hello?” said the person on the other end of the line.

“Bob? This is Maureen Banks.”

“Maureen, is your freezer empty already? It’s only been a couple of weeks since your last order.”

“No, my freezer still has plenty of meat in it. I’m calling for another reason.”

“Ok, lay it on me.”

“Well I was thinking of trying to start a garden again this year. You know how brown my green thumb is, so I was talking to Mrs. Gruenbaum down the street. She said that she heard that fresh blood poured on the plot before planting acts as a good fertilizer. Of course she doesn’t need it, her thumb is so green she could grow award-winning produce in her sleep.

Anyway, I was wondering what you did with the blood from the animals. If I brought some jars could you save some for me each day while I get my garden plot ready?”

“No problem. We use some of it for blood sausage, but most of we have to dispose of otherwise, which can cost a pretty penny. Just let me know how it turns out, ok?”

“You got it. I’ll be by this afternoon with some jars. Call me in the morning when you have some work done, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Thanks Bob. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Hanging up the phone Maureen was not surprised to see Julius waiting in the doorway.

“What was that about?”

“Trying to help a friend.”

“Why?”

“Because, even though I have only known you a few days, I feel like I have known you my entire life. You are a friend, and friends help each other out.”

“Kyra, how good of a friend am I being then? I am training you to participate in a fight to the death.”

Maureen walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. “You also said that fight was going to occur even without your training, so at least I might have a chance when the time comes. You came here when you didn’t have to, and you are putting up with me night and day to prepare me.” She stood slightly on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. “That sounds like friendship to me.”

“Kyra, your opponent is very strong and it is quite likely that you will die.”

“All the more reason for us to enjoy this friendship while we can.”

Maureen moved around Julius to reach inside the fridge and grab a bottle of water. She drank about half of the bottle, before turning to Julius again.

“Let’s get back to training. I plan not to let some bastard that I have never met end our friendship early.” Walking back outside Julius saw her pick up her staff and start to swing it to find the balance again.

Smiling, he followed.