Thomas

Poke!

Poke!

Poke!

Poke!

I groaned

Poke again.

This insufferable woman just won't take a hint. Dammit!

"When are you going to stop touching me and go away?" I mumbled frustrated with the vampire that didn't seem to get the gist that I had no interest in paying her even a dime of attention.

She feigned hurt at my words, forcing me to roll my eyes. Ever since our last conversation she had me following pee pee, cluck cluck behind her every move like some body guard, or doing the most ridiculous things like only moments ago. I counted a total of twenty stores, minus the shoes ones we entered, all of which she had to get something from. All of which were antique that seemed to be ripped for an century old news paper drawing.

She didn't need me for this and the witch knew it. But she was a creature of the night and misery, especially mine seem to fuel her energy.

I couldn't wait to be rid of the lot of them once and for all.

"I'm starting to think you don't like me Thomas, aren't