Yes, but I'm a helluva man.
Despite myself, I laughed. I was in my hotel room sitting in the cushioned hotel chair. I should have been comfortable, but I wasn't; the chair's wooden arms were bothering me. Come to think of it, the chair wasn't that comfortable, either. Maybe I should complain to hotel management.
Or maybe I should just calm down, I thought. Even better, maybe I should get myself an apartment somewhere and decorate it with my own chairs.
It was a thought, but something I would think about later.
How do I know you're a helluva man? I wrote. I've never seen a picture of you.
You'll have to take my word for it.
The word of a man? Never! :)
Remember: A helluva a man.
So you say.
What's got you so upset tonight, Moon Dance?
Fang was my online confidant. I had met him via an online vampire chatroom years ago, back when chatrooms were all the rage. Nowadays, he and I just chatted through AOL, although we kept our old screen names. His was Fang321, and mine was MoonDance. To date, I had yet to tell him anything too personal, although he has probed repeatedly for more information. Admittedly, I have too. We were both deathly curious about each other, but I had my reasons to not reveal my identity, and, according to him, he did, too. Of course, my reason had been obvious: I admitted to him early on that I was a vampire. To his credit, or, more accurately, a ding to his sanity, he had believed me without reservations.
So I told him about my attempt to see my kids, and how Danny was stymieing me at every turn.
You could always kill him, wrote Fang.
Sometimes I don't know when you're joking.
There was a long pause, and then he wrote, Of course, I was joking.