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You are such a good friend. But you are always so worried about the romance in my life. You seem more upset about a failed relationship in my life, more than I do. You are so scared I will die an old maid, as you always remind me I'm not getting any younger.
You tell me that you have met the man of your dreams, and he has a friend. I haven't been on a blind date since I was in high school. But, I say I will go, really to satisfy you. Blind dates to me, are for people that can't get a date any other way. So you never know who or what you will get. You want me to go shopping with you and also go to a beauty salon. I agree thinking, this date must be some kind of special. So we use our Saturday preparing for our date later that night.
We go shopping, both of us buying new outfits in order to be drop dead gorgeous. The men are supposed to take us to see a play. But not to dinner. This strikes me as odd in a strange kind of way. You tell me you are going to all this trouble, because you want to snag this man of your dreams.I more or less agree with you, just to humor you. I never expect much out of a blind date. After a day of beauty, we go back to my apartment, to wait on these men you hold in such high regard.
We fix our own supper as I think to myself this is so strange. On every date I have ever been on, at least the guy would take me to dinner. But I go along with you because you are my best friend. We have the time to primp one more time, then a knock at the door.
You answer the door, and in walk two very extremely handsome men. We offer them a drink, but they graciously decline, stating they never drink spirits, but for us to go ahead. So my friend and I have a drink before we embark on this mystified date with these two very strange gentlemen.
You guys have very strange accents, when you talk. I just can't put my finger on where you guys are from. You both explain you are from Romania, and you came to the states in search of a better life. You are both so refined and well dressed.
We get to the theater, where we are to experience a play. The theater is very elaborate, this tells me you guys don't mind spending money. And you have it to spend. It doesn't occur to me to question your choice in plays. Dance of the Vampires is a play I wanted to see. The play is very good.
When the play is over, the guys suggest we go back to my apartment, so we can talk and get to know each other better. You suggest after we get back to the apartment, that I put on some music. I do this with no questions asked. My friend and I have another drink, both you guys nicely decline.
We just sit around talking, then I notice something I have no explanation for. I have a silver tea service sitting on a table behind the couch you guys are sitting on, and I notice there is no reflection of you guys in the silver. This leaves me perplexed. But I say nothing, thinking maybe I would embarrass someone.
You then acknowledge how late it is getting, as you plan to excuse yourselves. But before you leave, you stand up in front of me and look directly into my eyes, making me feel like I am under some kind of spell. I don't even notice what my friend is doing. I feel like I'm intoxicated so much I have no will of my own. You then lean down and whisper in my ear of my beauty.
Then I feel a prick on my neck. This takes me to a place of ecstasy and passion I have never known before. I know now, as I die, I will be reborn into the legion of the undead. I am reborn to a life, lost, forever wandering, searching for the red liquid that is our essence of life.

Lanaia Lee

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The following comments are for "Mystery Date"
by abbey74

I liked the idea of the story, I think vampire stories are very interesting. Well done.

( Posted by: MenPrefrBrunets [Member] On: February 1, 2005 )

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