Chapter Twenty Eight – After Story – Part 4 –
The main building at the Mojave Desert Research Center contains four sections. There is a dormitory, kitchen and dining room, laboratories and workrooms, and the huge storage area. Most of the rooms in the dorm are at least double-occupancy and most are students. Doctor Laila McCarthy has the only private apartment in the complex. The only furniture in her bedroom is a double-bed and two end tables. There are artifacts scattered about the floor of the room. The most noticeable decorations are the large collection of swords hanging on every wall. There is a sheathed katana and a non-sheathed broadsword standing up by the headboard on Laila’s side of the full-size bed. On the other side is a holster with a large pistol on the end table. Next to the table is another sword standing up, point down, on Kimmy’s side of the bed.
Propped up with pillows on the bed, Laila is reading through the day’s notes. Kimmy is also propped up going through a stack of reports. Kimmy reaches over to the table, picks up her glasses and puts them on.
“I guess vampires don’t need glasses, huh?”
“No, but you look super cute in those.”
“Uh oh, you’re not a megane otaku are you?”
“A, uh, what?”
“A particular fandom in Japan obsessed with girls wearing glasses.” Kimmy replies.
“I only have eyes for you, dear.”
“Ugh. Don’t say corny stuff like that please.”
“You are such the non-romantic.” Laila pokes Kimmy’s cheek and smiles.
“I can be romantic.” Kimmy pouts. “Just not when I’m ass-deep in reports.”
“You have such a way with words too.” Laila lets out an exaggerated sigh. “I am almost finished. Are you?”
“Almost. Hey. I just thought of something. When is your birthday?”
“What?” The question surprises Laila. “I have no idea. There is no way to know since calendars have changed so often since then.”
“How will we know when to celebrate it?”
“Please. I’ve never celebrated it and it is nothing special. Whenever it is, that’s just another day in another month in another year.”
“Now who is un-romantic?”
“What does that have to do with…?”
“Never mind that. Then let’s pick a day. My birthday is November 11th. Oh! Let’s make yours May 11th. Then they will be exactly six months apart. We can skip the number of years. I would much prefer that.”
“I have no idea there either. You lose count after ten or twenty thousand.”
“Holy… Yes, let’s skip all the year talk, please. Oh, truth or dare?”
“What? Uh, truth?”
Do you think Lynch knows you are actually Lamashtu, the first vampire?”
“No way. He was just fishing, trying to get me to make a mistake. He is not nearly as smart as he thinks he is.”
“It made me think about whether we needed to protect you from that somehow. Is there any way to prove it at this point?”
“Well, not first hand.” Laila ponders the question. “I haven’t used that name in thousands of years. There are no vampires left that are old enough to attach me to that name.”
Kimmy picks up her tablet and starts swiping vigorously on it. “He’s been a busy boy, requesting a lot of top secret documents.”
“Let him research away. My documentation is solid. It shows I was adopted and shows that I was turned in Ireland. I am not worried.”
“Okay, good. One less thing to worry about.”
“And if he could prove it so what? Oh, and what if I had answered ‘dare’?
“Now you are just trying to change the subject.”
Laila crawls over and sits on Kimmy’s lap. “Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
“I do until I get through the rest of this stack of reports. Almost there.”
Laila leans forward, almost whispering, “You should come with me to the Bureau to give a report on what we found during the dig.”
Kimmy takes her glasses off and looks away. “Sorry, sweetie. You’ll… You’ll have to go there yourself.”
“Laila sits back. “What? Why?”
Kimmy is quiet still looking away. Laila spins to the side and swings her feet over the side. “Are you still avoiding Joan?”
Kimmy swings around and sits on the side of the bed next to Laila. Her answer almost sounds like a question, “no?”
Laila is becoming angry. “Or maybe you think I’m in a hurry so I can get back with William.”
Kimmy shrugs. “No. Yes. I don’t know!”
Laila stands up. “The semester is starting soon, Kimmy. I cannot keep chasing you around the world.”
“So, that’s it then?” Tears start forming in Kimmy’s eyes. “Just like that?”
Laila puts a hand on her shoulder, “no you idiot, stay with me.”
Kimmy turns to face Laila. “whuh, did you say, huh?”
“Forget about the Bureau, and William and Joan. Take that transfer to Atlanta that you were offered.” Laila swallows. “And please, please, please move in with me.”
“Huh? Whuh?” is all Kimmy can manage.
When she finally moves she puts her lips against Laila’s for a long passionate kiss. When they break, Kimmy shoves Laila backward onto the bed. She begins taking off her pajamas.
“I’m through with the reports.” Kimmy says, and she dives into bed with Laila.
End of Book One.