Mary is a vampire. She’s been alive for 250 years, and hasn’t aged a day past 45. She always wears silver jewelry, cooks with purple garlic, and her favorite drink is a glass Cabernet served warm and mixed with blood. She says the alcohol tempers the coppery ichor taste. I don’t know where the blood comes from. Her suburban house is littered with crosses from around the world.
We host a monthly book club together and I pick up our kids from school everyday. Her adopted son is in my daughter’s 6th grade class. I met her at an after school bake sale when I commented on her gorgeous pale skin and Victorian jewelry. I sometimes worry she might try to eat me, but mostly she makes me feel alive in a way no living person has.