Of dragons and vampires...

I finished the book I was reading. New Moon by Stephenie Meyer (I don't know why she insists on misspelling her name).

I don't know if everyone does this but when I finish a book I like to stare at the wall and process it in its entirety. In that moment, upon finishing New Moon, I thought to myself. "Huh, the only reasonable explanation is that Vlad is a vampire." The resemblance is just uncanny. I wonder if she could be a fan of my blog. HA!

Most of all it makes me feel a twinge of regret, if I could feel such a thing. Bella got it right in New Moon where I failed in real life. If I could only have verbalized the source of my pain accurately.. maybe he would understand.

It brings back a conversation with my 'dragon' coworker so many years ago, one night after the closing shift at Hollywood Video. "I don't think Vlad will be in your life forever. I don't see that as his role." "What is his role then, asshole?" "I think.... he's going to stop you from doing something you want, something not good for you, becoming a vampire. When he leaves it will be for your own good."

I looked at David then with a half smirk, not surprised by his outrageous claims - which I expected and was secretly fond of. I think I was the only person at the video store who could tolerate him. I really liked our nocturnal conversations about the occult and insane things we both loved. And I could never see an end to Vlad and my relationship so the comment never offended me.


David was right about one thing... I do want an eternity of my own... if only that were the reason he was ignoring me. Heh.

I don't intend for this post to go in a melodramatic direction... I only thought how funny it was that my immediate reaction was 'vlad must be a vampire'. Heh. The impaler.... That used to be funny.