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Coffee With a Vampire

   
Masumi sat in the cafe sipping her latte and browsing the latest spring fashions when Maria stood before her.  Masumi jumped with a start it had been months since her last encounter with Maria.
     “May I sit down?” Maria asked calmly.
     “ do I have a choice?” Masumi asked nervously as Maria took a seat across from her.
     “ You always have a choice, but not really.” Maria said with a smile.
     “ If you think what you did last time was even remotely ok, it was not!”
     “ Oh sweet heart us enjoyed it and I know it so just stop the bullshit right now. I have 400 years of life experience on you, you are not the first woman I have seduced and you won’t be the last. I have watched you at strip clubs and read your thoughts as you masturbated to porn so violent, it would make Larry Flint blush.”
    Masumi looked indignant as she said “Your a real fucking bitch, you know that?  What I do with my life is none of your business!”
    Maria laughed as she said “you have spunk kid and thats what I love about you.  but I’m here on more serious business than discussing your perverted love life. I have a score to settle with an old foe and I need your help.”
    Masumi frowned and sarcastically asked “Your a vampire u can turn into fog and shit, why do you need my help?”
    Maria,  looked across the table at Masumi and was struck by her beauty and innocence. “There is much about the world and vampires that you do not know. This particularly adversary of mine is well aware of my existence. He is a holy man protected by God and his angels, I need to lure him away from his holy stronghold and then I can kill him.”
    Masumi looked horrified, she might be a sick, sexual pervert but a murderer she was not. “Exactly why do you think I would help u commit murder?” She asked.
    “Because this man has the mark of Cain and despite his atrocious crimes against countless people, God is reserving his punishment for himself .” Maria said gravely.
    Masumi looking more astonished with every new revelation from this woman said, “So yo are going to fight against God? That does not sound like a good idea.”
    “God has his rules for angles, demons and the undead. If my enemy leaves his place of protection, then creatures like me can have our way with him. I need you to lure him out so I can destroy him. And send him off to meet his eternal reward.”
    “Wait, are you saying God is protecting him, but only under certain conditions?” Masumi asked incredulously.
    “Yes, you should read the Bible, and listen to Catholic Theology prior to the1960’s. God gives humans lots of conditions, most of which they ignore which leaders to their own destruction.” Maria said matter of factly.
    “ And if I decline your offer?” Masumi asked.
    “In that case, I will simply drain your two loved ones Monica and Max just enough to make them my ghoulish slaves. And you will watch them rot away in a mental hospital.”
    Masumi knew she need to play for time, and not seeing much of a choice she agreed. “Fine I will help you this one time but I will not participate in any more murders.”
    “Very well, I will meet you tonight at Trump Tower and we will talk and I will tell you my story. Bring a notebook if you like.” Maria got up from the table walked over to Masumi bent down and gave her an luscious and gentle kiss.  She then proceeded to walk out of the Starbucks and down the street. It was three in the afternoon, and the sky was overcast  and gray,  no sun.
 
 

   


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