Free Vampire Dating Agency: The Finale by Rosette Bolter Page A

do you want?”
    “Nothing. I
just thought we could catch up like old friends before things get started.”
    “What
things?”
    “You know I
always thought you were really beautiful. Even from the first time I saw you.
Back then it was just … you were tonight’s meal, so to speak. But then I felt
something deeper develop between us. Like you were the only one who could
really understand me. The good side of me, anyway. No one understands that
other one.”
    “I don’t know
who this is,” Haley said. “But whether you’re someone I know, or someone I
don’t know, you’re a fucking coward if you can’t identify yourself.”
    “I will
identify myself, you just have to give me time –”
    “It’s been
five fucking years. Isn’t that long enough?”
    “Alright. If
you can guess who I am, and guess correctly, I’ll let you know whether you’re
right. Fair’s, fair, isn’t it?”
    “No,” Haley
said.
    “No? I was
being charitable after all –”
    “You want to
play games? Here’s a game for you. Give me three questions. Yes or No answers.
And I’ll figure you out.”
    I sat back
down on the bed. “This could be interesting. I would like to add some
conditions.”
    “What
conditions?”
    “You can’t
turn the three questions into three guesses. You can have your three questions
then you can have one guess.”
    “Understood.”
    “I also get
to ask you three questions. And you must be truthful.”
    “Fine.”
    I inhaled
deeply. “I guess I’ll go first then. Question one … How often do you
masturbate?”

 
    CHAPTER
THREE
     
     
    She thought she might be dreaming. As
if her thinking about her old enemy had somehow given his spirit life to her
phone.
    The truth was
far more sickening. That here she was, awake. Sane. Her senses acute.
    And he had
decided to call her. Of all these moments, he had decided to come now.
    Was it the
ravens?
    Had they
somehow spoken to him?
    Told him what
she was thinking, and that she would be alone?
    Or … was it
Brock this whole time?
    It seemed all
too likely…
    “How often do
you masturbate?”
    The sick
bastard. He honestly couldn’t expect her to take that question seriously.
    “Yes or No
answers, remember,” Haley reminded him.
    “That was
part of your conditions. Not mine. I can hang up right now and it will mean
nothing.”
    “Alright,”
Haley seethed. “Since you asked. I don’t masturbate.”
    “You’re
kidding? Come on, tell the truth, Haley.”
    “I am telling
the fucking truth. Not that it’s any of your business.”
    “Everyone
masturbates. What are you, some sort of a nun?”
    “Is that your
second question?”
    “No, no, no.
Okay. I got the second one. Do you ever dream about me, or hear my voice in
your dreams? If so … tell me about them…”
    Haley
reflected.
    The man on
the other end of this telephone had no face.
    He wasn’t a
person.
    He wasn’t an object
with thoughts or feelings.
    His actions,
had thrown a tornado through her life – but what of him after? How could he
exist to her when she hadn’t even seen his face?
    “I don’t
dream about you. Next question.”
    She heard the
caller stir. He muttered something inaudible.
    Perhaps she
had upset him.
    “Alright,
Haley. You want to play it that way, fine. I’m gonna get you this time. This
time you won’t be able to lie your way out. If you had a chance to see your
family again, alive as they once were, would you willingly surrender to me?”
    The question
went down Haley’s back like nails on a chalkboard.
    “Who are you
pretending to be now?” she fired back. “A genie granting wishes?”
    “There’s
magic in the world, Haley. Magic I’ve acquired. I could bring them back to life
for you. I could erase the damage I’ve done.”
    “I don’t
believe you.”
    “In the
context of this question, let us assume you have no doubts.”
    Haley
swallowed. She felt as though she was being tricked.
    “Haley?”
    But then
there could only be one