Christmas 1954 PG-13
Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 12:47 am
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December 1954
“Charles why can’t you come to my house for Christmas?”
“Sarah, your family doesn’t want me around for Christmas.”
Sarah scrunched her face into the most pathetic pout. “I want you for Christmas.”
Charles Fitzgerald smiled mischievously. “Well you already have me and I don’t want to be unwrapped in front of your parents.”
Sarah’s face turned the color of her hair. “Charles, you are so bad! Come on, they have to get to know you.”
“Sarah, I’m not ready. Besides there is the problem of my “special” diet.”
“Charles you used that excuse for Thanksgiving.”
“It’s just as valid this month as last month. Sarah you know it’s a matter of can’t eat, not choice. How am I going to explain to your parents that I’m only drinking wine? They’ll think I’m an alcoholic and forbid you to see me again.”
Sarah giggled. “Forbid? I’d like to see them try.”
Charles put his arms on her shoulders and tilted her head. “Sarah, I’m serious. We can’t tell them what I am. Maybe you should take my suggestion and get a “fake” boyfriend.”
Sarah was furious. “I don’t want to spend my time with some appropriate stranger.”
“You wouldn’t have to spend time with him. He’d pick you up at your parents, make the necessary small talk and drive you to me.’
“What about holidays?”
Charles shrugged. “You’d have to bring him to your parents house. Sarah, I can hire someone you like. He’ll be loyal to me and your parents will approve. I’ll create the best background for him. It will be…
“A lie!” Sarah snapped. “I won’t lie to my mother for the next twenty years about the man I’m with. Do you want me to marry him?”
Charles growled at the thought. “No, of course not. It would just give us some breathing room. He laughed. “You may grow tired of me. There are a lot of things I can’t give you.”
Sarah kissed him. “Like what?”
Charles looked into her eyes, when she guessed he was a vampire last month he had confirmed it but there were some things he didn’t tell her. He knew if he uttered these words she might break up with him on the spot. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, but she was entitled to the truth.
“Children. I can’t give you children. Vampires can’t reproduce.”
Sarah froze for an instant and a tear formed in her eye.
“All right, we can adopt.”
“Sarah, it’s not that…..”
Sarah waved her hand dismissively “Charles, we can work that out later. We’re not even engaged yet. If you won’t come for Christmas dinner, I want you to come for a drink Christmas Eve.”
“Sarah, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Charles, I won’t take no for an answer. My house, 6P Christmas Eve.”
Charles could not deny her anything. He was concerned since John Whitley didn’t seem to like him the first time they met. He thought it was normal paternal jealousy but there was something about the way that man looked at him that reminded him of vampire hunters. Some day Sarah would have to make a choice between him and her family. He prayed she'd choose him.
December 1954
“Charles why can’t you come to my house for Christmas?”
“Sarah, your family doesn’t want me around for Christmas.”
Sarah scrunched her face into the most pathetic pout. “I want you for Christmas.”
Charles Fitzgerald smiled mischievously. “Well you already have me and I don’t want to be unwrapped in front of your parents.”
Sarah’s face turned the color of her hair. “Charles, you are so bad! Come on, they have to get to know you.”
“Sarah, I’m not ready. Besides there is the problem of my “special” diet.”
“Charles you used that excuse for Thanksgiving.”
“It’s just as valid this month as last month. Sarah you know it’s a matter of can’t eat, not choice. How am I going to explain to your parents that I’m only drinking wine? They’ll think I’m an alcoholic and forbid you to see me again.”
Sarah giggled. “Forbid? I’d like to see them try.”
Charles put his arms on her shoulders and tilted her head. “Sarah, I’m serious. We can’t tell them what I am. Maybe you should take my suggestion and get a “fake” boyfriend.”
Sarah was furious. “I don’t want to spend my time with some appropriate stranger.”
“You wouldn’t have to spend time with him. He’d pick you up at your parents, make the necessary small talk and drive you to me.’
“What about holidays?”
Charles shrugged. “You’d have to bring him to your parents house. Sarah, I can hire someone you like. He’ll be loyal to me and your parents will approve. I’ll create the best background for him. It will be…
“A lie!” Sarah snapped. “I won’t lie to my mother for the next twenty years about the man I’m with. Do you want me to marry him?”
Charles growled at the thought. “No, of course not. It would just give us some breathing room. He laughed. “You may grow tired of me. There are a lot of things I can’t give you.”
Sarah kissed him. “Like what?”
Charles looked into her eyes, when she guessed he was a vampire last month he had confirmed it but there were some things he didn’t tell her. He knew if he uttered these words she might break up with him on the spot. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, but she was entitled to the truth.
“Children. I can’t give you children. Vampires can’t reproduce.”
Sarah froze for an instant and a tear formed in her eye.
“All right, we can adopt.”
“Sarah, it’s not that…..”
Sarah waved her hand dismissively “Charles, we can work that out later. We’re not even engaged yet. If you won’t come for Christmas dinner, I want you to come for a drink Christmas Eve.”
“Sarah, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Charles, I won’t take no for an answer. My house, 6P Christmas Eve.”
Charles could not deny her anything. He was concerned since John Whitley didn’t seem to like him the first time they met. He thought it was normal paternal jealousy but there was something about the way that man looked at him that reminded him of vampire hunters. Some day Sarah would have to make a choice between him and her family. He prayed she'd choose him.