Las Vegas, I am discovering, has New York City bested when it comes to which city can claim rights as the “City That Never Sleeps.” Twenty-four hour gaming and non-stop tourism is what seems to keep this place afloat with bright lights and extravagence everywhere one turns. I confess that prior to a couple of months ago, I had never visited this region, but now I seem to be making up for it in spades. Who would have figured it would one day be a temporary residence, prior to a much more pleasant jaunt out of the country than I am used to entertaining?
No, this will definitely not be the first time I have traveled abroad. It is the first time, though, that I will have the chance to actually stop and admire the scenery. That I shall share it with somebody I love with every measure of my heart and soul. I dare say, the idea of having such a companion makes me all the more excited about the prospect.
But here, we linger for the time being.
Tying up loose ends has taken on various forms, from arranging the methods of travel to ensuring we have all we might need for these days (weeks? months?) to follow. I have made several phone calls in search of former members of my old employers at the Supernatural Order and Victor has looked into matters in the political realm. Together, we have done everything from procuring new wardrobes to hunting and feasting on the local fare. One particular jaunt to a local country club left me scratching my head at the reaction one mortal woman inspired. Perhaps some of Victor’s quirks spilling into me through the conduit of blood shared?
Which brings up a very fascinating event which occured just the other night.
I padded into the bathroom while Victor slept to shower and dress for the day. Such is not the unusual occurance, I sleep very little — always have and perhaps always shall. Dawn drags me under into quiet repose, but my lids lift again far before sunset. As such, I write, read, and fiddle around with Victor’s sound system while waiting for my lover to rise some time afterward.
Back to the point. I walked into the bathroom and was forced into a double take as I passed the mirror. As I mentioned before, my bloodline might be able to imbibe mortal drink, but we lack a reflection. My supernatural abilities granted me a few years spent in mortal form again, and such is the only time when I have ever been able to gaze at myself through a literal looking glass since being turned.
What I saw was not my reflection, per se, but I swear, from my perephery I caught the glimpse of a shadow passing on the other side. As I whipped around to face the mirror, I caught a faint ember of… something. I cannot tell for certain just what it was. It was enough, though, to inspire quite a wide grin on my face the longer I stared at the absence of a reflection.
Might the blood passed from lover to lover be granting me the gift of a mirror image of myself once more? Heaven only knows. It might be wishful thinking on my part, but still, I have found myself gazing more intently at the place where I should be whenever I find myself in the bathroom. If the cosmos smiles upon me, perhaps one of these times I shall see the vampire I once gazed upon appear before my eyes. I know this sounds horribly conceited to speak aloud, but I assure the world, it is not for my own sake that I wish this to transpire.
Indeed, I shall be at my happiest on the day when somebody can snap a picture of my lover and me, standing arm in arm one of the places we venture to on our travels. Now… this is why I speak prayers to whatever gods might be listening to a creature such as me.
Enough of that for the time being. Time for me to see if Robin has returned my call.
Fare thee well.
Peter
