Free Rock n Roll Promises (YAE) (Rock n Roll Paraphantasy Series) by AmBear Shellea

a
moment?”
     
“Yes.”
     
“Thank you. I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.”
    She hurriedly slipped on her clothes, towel dried
her hair and opened the door.
He is mighty cute! Dark, scruffy hair, dark eyes,
a charming smile, and the rest of him isn’t bad
either in that solid white T-shirt, denim jeans, and
boots.
    Clearing her mind of steamy thoughts, she shook
her head and cleared her throat. “Jack, what part do
you play in all this? I mean why are you here? Are
you a vampire, too?”
    “No, I’m not a vampire. I’m completely
different. I’m here because Sebastian called me. We
have known each other a long time and we’re good
friends.”
    “Oh, OK. The food smells good. Is he a good
cook?”
“An excellent one.”
    “Great.” Her sock covered feet made little noises
on the wood floor as she walked to the kitchen.
Sliding the bar stool out, she sat down and watched
Sebastian. With his back to her, he piled food on
three plates.
    Three plates? Jack must be staying. Wait a
minute, why would Sebastian fix himself a plate?
“ Sebastian?”
“Yes, I eat human food, too. I assume that is
what you were going to ask?”
    “Close enough to it. I am confused, though. I
thought you craved blood and sex…I thought
vampires couldn’t eat human food.”
“Most can and do.”
    The smell of the hot food wafted into her face as
he turned and placed the platter in front of her. It
indeed looked as good as it smelled. Set before her
was a hot, juicy steak with blackened grill marks
and two fried eggs. A tall glass of cold milk and a
steaming hot cup of coffee, added a few seconds
later. Her mouth watered, it looked and smelled so
good. Something seemed to be missing.
“Do vampires eat with their hands?”
     
“I’m working on it.”
    She tried not to laugh as she tested his patience.
He opened a small drawer and grabbed three forks
and a couple of knives. As he moved back, he held a
fork and knife out to her.
“Is this what you are after?”
    She snatched the silverware out of his hands.
“Yes, thank you. Can we listen to some music, too?
Music keeps things from being boring.”
“No problem. I will go turn it on for you.”
    “Oh Sebastian, I think you have your hands full.
I do believe this one is going to challenge you at
every turn. I also think it serves you right.”
Smiling, she turned to Jack and gave him a wink.
    “Benny and the Jetts” by Elton John
filled the air
and helped to relieve some of the tension in the
room. She dug in, her silverware scraped across the
ceramic dish and she didn’t seem the least bit
surprised at how fast she ate.
Three days…I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks.
    Her plate empty and her stomach full, she pushed
the plate away.
I have to admit, it was great. Jack was right, he
is a good cook.
Spinning in her seat, she turned and walked to
the living room to sit on the couch. With her eyes
closed, she listened to the sweet wailings of the
guitar in “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd
Skynyrd. To add to her annoyance, Sebastian’s
voice rang from behind her.
What now? I just ate. Can’t he let my food settle
first?
“Is there anything else you want?”
    “Yes.” She popped her head over the couch. “For
you to leave me alone. Isn’t it enough you stole my
life and possibly my sanity? Must you steal my
patience, too?”
    “I told you I’m sorry for that, but you have to
deal with this, Anna. It isn’t going away.”
She sprang from the couch and stalked him
around the living room. Hands waving and voice
high, she let him have it.
    “Fine! Is this what you want, for me to deal with
it? How about this? I hope you rot in Hell for what
you have done to me. I have no freaking idea what
it is I am going to do now. I can’t ever go back to
my home, my friends, my family, or my life. All
thanks to you and your uncontrollable urges, as if
that is an excuse!” Inches from his face, she poked
her finger in his chest. The more she talked, the
louder she got.