October 22, 1928.
The next several years passed by and we were living in the town of Tucson.
Felicia and myself had been there for several months, and it was getting close to Halloween.
"Margaret, the sun is setting, let's go have a walk in the park."
"Okay," I said, "Let's go."
"Do you mind if we bring our guitar? Maybe we can sing a song for the children."
"That's a good idea," I said, "Let's do it."
We grabbed our guitars and headed out the door.
We walked down the street to the park.
"Hello," I said, "would any children like a song?"
The kids all gathered around us.
"Okay," I said, "who knows the song 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?'
"I know that song!" Said a little boy.
"Okay," I said, "Why don't you sing it for us?"
"Okay," he said, "Here goes."
He sang the song, and everyone clapped.
"Great job," I said, "Now, would anyone like to hear another song?"
"Yes," said a little girl, "Can you play 'Mary Had a Little Lamb?'
"Sure," I said, "I know that one."
I began to sing the song.
When I finished, the kids clapped and cheered.
It was getting late, so the kids would have to go home.
"Thank you," I said, "That's all for now. Have a good evening."
The kids ran off.
"You're a natural," said Felicia.
"Thank you," I said, "Now, how about we sit down on that bench and enjoy the view?"
"Sounds good," said Felicia.
We both sat down on the bench.
I laid my head on her shoulder and we held hands.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too," she said.
The moon was shining brightly in the sky.
"Wow," said Felicia, "the moon is really bright tonight. It's beautiful."
"Yes," I said, "it is. Look at all the stars. It's amazing."
"Yes," she said, "it is."
We sat there and looked at the sky.
Suddenly, we heard someone yell.
"Got you now! Die you vampire bitches!"
I turned around and saw a man holding a wooden stake.
He ran at me.
"What?" I said.
He rammed the stake into my chest, and I screamed.
"Oh shit!"
"Die, vampire scum," he said.
While the stake did hurt, it wasn't fatal.
I had enough strength to pull it out and stab him in the chest.
"What the fuck?" He said.
Then, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he died.
I turned to Felicia, but she was lying on the ground with a hole in her chest.
"Oh god," I said, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she said, "I'll be fine. You're the one who got stabbed."
"I'm alright. Either the stake didn't kill me or he didn't hit my heart."
"Oh you poor baby," said Felicia as she kissed my chest.
"Please Felicia, we are in a public place. Don't do that now. People might see us. And I don't need healing anyway."
"Sorry," said Felicia, "I couldn't resist. Come on, let's get out of here."
"Okay," I said, "Let's go."
"Aren't you going to drink his blood? You should drain his corpse. He almost killed you. We don't want anyone finding his body and figuring out what happened. Also, the taste of the blood will help your wounds heal."
"Good idea," I said.
I leaned over the corpse and bit into his neck.
His blood was warm and tasted good.
I drank every drop.
We picked up our guitars and went back to our apartment.
"Do you think anyone saw us?"
"No," I said, "It was late, and no one was around."
"Good," I said, "Let's go."
The rest of the evening was spent cuddling.
The next morning, the local newspaper had an article about a dead man found in the park.
I had to tell Felicia that we should move out of Tucson.
We had to find a way out of Arizona, before someone discovered what we were.
"Come on," I said, "let's get our things together and leave town."
"Okay," she said, "Let's go."
We packed up our things that night and headed out of town.
"Where should we go next?"
"I don't know," she said, "How about Texas?"
"Sounds good," I said.
The trip would take us three days.
After we arrived in Texas, we found a small town to stay in.
We got a small room at an inn and decided to stay there for a few weeks.
"Wow," I said, "It's been a while since we had a room this big."
I rolled the coffin into the room.
"Yeah," she said, "it has. It's nice."
"Indeed," I said, "Now, let's unpack our things and get settled."
"Okay," she said.
We opened the coffin and pulled out our guitars and bags.
"Well," I said, "It looks like we're home."
"Yeah," she said, "I wonder if there's something place we can play our music."
"Let's go ask," I said.
"Okay," she said.
We left the room and went to the front desk.
"Excuse me," I said, "Can you tell me where the best place in town to play music is?"
"Well," he said, "there is a small pub a few blocks away. They are always looking for musicians."