Drinking (standard:fantasy, 1568 words)
Author: Dru J	Added: Jul 07 2003	Views/Reads: 3086/2130	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Once upon a time a very long time ago a woman sat down next to me in a bar and asked me to tell her the story of my lives...

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nose at her though I'm not sure if she noticed for I was still watching 
her in the mirror only and not really looking at her. "Ah yes plastic 
surgery is a wonderful thing is it not? Of course I must tell you sir 
that I am only the youngest one to ahve started watching you. We've 
kept a close eye on you since you came here. Its become a sort of 
family tradition. Makes a person a little sad you know to think that we 
are so wrapped up in watching you that we would have done it for at 
least the last 237 years. Of course you had allready been here for a 
time when we started to keep track of you." 

"Sounds interesting indeed. Perhaps it is time that you found a new
hobby. I believe that stocking people is against the law." I dug the 
same amount of money out of my pocket that I had been doing for years 
now and tossed it counter next to the unstarted drink. 

"So you are admiting that you are that old?" She dashed after me. I
noticed for the first time that she had ordered nothing to drink, the 
drink she had lifted belonged to the man next to her. Meaning that she 
was never overly drunk unless had came in drunk but I doubted it. I 
would most definitly have to get a slightly large warning light in the 
back of my mind that little red light just didn't seem to be doing the 
trick any more. "No I can see that you have played this game before. We 
could spend the rest of the night talking and in the morning you would 
have told me nothing more creditable then I allready know." 

"You seem to have it in your mind that I wish to speak with you and that
I find your company I'm not sure perhaps enjoyable. May I clearly state 
that I would like it if you would leave me alone but I can see even now 
by the hardening of your eyes and the fact that you have tightened her 
teeth together that you are set on this and as I attempt even now to 
presure you into further leaving this topic you will most likely to 
simply continue on with it further. So let us go some where that you 
can ask your questions and as you have said I can avoid them." I put an 
arm around her shoulder and turned her towards a puplic park. 

"No, I think I'll sit and let you tell me all about yourself." 

"Do I know you?" 

"No. Put I know a great deal about you Mr Sinclair." 

"Ah, Sinclair. That was a great many years ago wasn't it?" 

"Over 150 years I'm surprised you remember." 

"I never said I remembered anything I simply said that I had herd of the
name." 

"You are not new to this game." 

"Your family has been aproaching me for years Joanne. I'm not new to the
questions you ask. Perhaps I would enjoy if you told your daughter to 
collect stamps. Shake my life up a bit by skipping a generation." 

"Why would I do that Mr. Sinclair?" 

"Most vampire hunting families like to take a break every now and then
so that they may have luxury of saying in future generations well at 
least our great grand mother Sara was not crazy."  With that I remember 
turnign away and walking off. I'm sure she wanted to follow, they 
alwasy do but so far none in that family have been strong enough to. I 
suppose some day they will. Perhaps even this Sara girl whom I affraid 
did not turn from the path of her family will have that strength. I 
don't know and I don't suppose that it really matters either. All I 
trully care to find out is what the hell was in the shot glass that 
night. I suppose it would have been whiskey as i orginially thought for 
I have been ordering a shot of whiskey every night since this place 
became a bar and that was a great many years ago perhaps about the time 
Joanne's family began to watch for me. No it had to have been after 
that for her grandmother who first took notice had been a nurse when 
this had been a hospital. Yes I suppose as I looked into my shot glass 
filled with whiskey that I would not have deviated from the same drink 
I had been ordering for some time.


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