Our savior

“It’s been a long while… Lady Maria,” said the vampire.

Dinner table.

Candles were lit, food spread, wine in plenty.

The chandelier hung in an odd way. Almost as though invisible things were pulling on it. It swung left, it swung right, like a mind of its own.

“I never mentioned I’m Maria,” Maria said.

“Are you suggesting, I’m incapable of recognizing my fiancée?” Smug. Smug grin.

“Really? Then do you mind saying, where my real body is?”

“Ah… that would be a bit hard to tell…” He swirled the wine glass, drinking in gulps. “By the way, why the devil? And why this one?”