Free Tryst with a Vampire by Bella Adams Page A

something exciting and dangerous about them. Like you could spend a lifetime getting lost in their eyes, like you had never seen true beauty until you saw them for the first time.”
                  “I-” she stuttered.
                  “Trina!” a voice bellowed from the kitchen.              
                  They stared at each other for another second.
                  “Trina!” the voice, now angry, broke their spell.
                  She spun around quickly, splashing the Coke on the table.
                  John looked over and saw a man about twenty years the senior of the waitress standing in the doorway of the kitchen. A short man with a protruding stomach, the kind of round belly and red nose that John saw as a symptom of an alcoholic. He looked like a stereotypical diner cook with his slick backed, graying hair that combed over a growing bald spot.
                  The man took a sip from a can of cheap beer, the droplets dripping from his white goatee.
                  Trina walked back over to the old buffoon, hurrying under his steely gaze. John noticed that she walked with her shoulders hunched and her head low, like a child wh had been schold.
                  As she made his way into the kitchen, he noticed he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her in.
                  John let a few minutes pass. He stared at the kitchen door, thinking about what his pla should by.
                  Trina came back out and looked shaken. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her skin looked even paler than before.
                  The old man then stormed out of the kitchen and headed straight for the exit. He slammed the door of the cafe shut and the sound made Trina jump.
                  John watched Trina stare at the door. He looked back out the window when he heard the truck pull out of the cafe parking lot and watched as the brake lights disappeared into the night.
                  When he looked back he found Trina sitting opposite him.
                  “Who is he?” John asked.
                  “You mean the fat, hairy bastard? That is my husband. Roy.”
                  “I see.”
                  “He'll leave for weeks at a time. Every now and then he'll be gone long enough to make me think he's not coming back. But then he'll return. I've learned not to keep my hopes up.”
                  “So it's like that, huh?” John said with a twinkle in his eye.
                  “Yeah,” she said with a seductive smirk. “it's like that.”
    **
                  John stayed there for hours and they talked about life, the world and their passions. A few people came into the diner but Trina dealt with him quickly and returned to talking to John.
                  “Jesus,” Trina said looking up at the clock that showed 3 a.m. “We closed an hour ago. I didn't even notice.”
                  “Should I leave?” John asked.
                  “Stay,” Trina said, walking over to the door and bolting the locks. She turned the sign around to read “CLOSED.”
                  She flicked off the light switches, stealing glances at John as the cafe grew dimmer with every click. Then she sauntered over to his table and stood in front of him, daring him not to admire her beauty.
                  John stood up slowly.
                  Only an inch separated them, the electricity in that space between them palpable.
                  “If you close your eyes,” he said. “You can listen to my breath. Maybe you can hear the quickened beat of my heart.”
                  She closed her eyes and he moved closer for a kiss.
                  He took her head in