I don’t do chat rooms at all; they bore me all to hell and back, usually. But as things go I have always been into all things vampire – of course, everyone knows that by now. I happened upon a vampire chatroom one night when I was bored out of my mind and searching the web for some pics to use for my posts on myspace.
I didn’t know what I had clicked on when it opened and the java window began to load. Being on dialup I had to wait, so I got up from my desk and made a pot of coffee and a glass of ice water.
When I returned a pop up window had opened and the moderator of the room had sent me a private IM.
Nocturnal Lord: One of our frequent members is anxious to speak with you, Billy. I will allow you in as a guest this one time. However, you will need to complete the profile and screen name apps before returning.
I stared at the message wondering to myself, how the hell did he know my name? And before I could respond another private window popped up.
Zephyr: Hello, Billy.
Guest: Hello, Zephyr, how do you know my name?
Zephyr: We have special software that allows us to see the IP address and who it belongs to.
Guests: shit!!
Zephyr: That bothers you, I can tell.
Guest: well, I don’t like everyone knowing my business.
Zephyr: I understand, but there’s no need to panic, my boy. No one will use it against you, I’ll promise.
Guests: I hope not.
There was a moment of dead air so I got up and made a cup of coffee. When I sat back down another message was waiting.
Zephyr: You dream about vampires, don’t you?
OK, now, I had this odd feeling wash over me as if something or someone invisible had brushed by me. The hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up. A strange prickle assaulted me that almost made me gasp.
Zephyr: Relax, Billy. I mean you know harm at all.
OK, this was just too weird for me.
Guest: you’re scaring me.
Zephyr: I don’t mean to. But I’ll stop. I want you to stay and talk to me, please.
Guest: why?
Zephyr: We don’t get many new members so some of the others can be fairly pushy. I was just hoping for a friend to talk to.
Well, that tugged my heart a little. I’ve had days and lonely nights like that. So, I put away all of my foolish thoughts of before and settled in to talk to Zephyr. He seemed nice enough – so far.
Zephyr: Would you mind me going through the apps process with you?
Guest: why do I have to do that?
Zephyr: It’s just one of the requirements of this site. The people that created it made up the rules. You know how that goes.
Guest: Yeah, I understand that. So what do I do?
Zephyr walked me through it – good thing too. I would have been lost and long before said, “forget it”! It asked me everything from my blood type to what kind of diet I ate. Of course, there was the little red (*) that signified the information was required. And wouldn’t you know it, just about everything on it was required.
But, after about twenty minutes of answering some fairly personal questions on the application, I submitted it and then was asked to create the screen name and password.
Zephyr: now click on the main chat room window and save it to a separate folder in your favorites.
With a sigh, I did as he instructed.
Zephyr: Close all the chatroom windows then sign in with your username and password.
Guest: I’m starting to get a little perturbed, Zephyr.
There was dead air and I suddenly felt bad. He needed a friend and I was acting like an ass. But I’ve just never had a thing for people with authority and usually get an attitude with them.
Guest: I’ll brb, Zephyr.
Zephyr: thank you, Billy.
So, I closed all of the chat windows then open the new folder I had given the name, ‘Vampire chat’. I clicked on the URL and the window opened to the login page, which I signed into and was immediately back at the chat room. Only now I had the username ‘WindStormy’. In the back of my mind I had thought about sending Nocturnal Lord a private IM with some smartass remark about having done the apps like he told me to, but before I could even click on Nocturnal Lord’s name a popup window open.
Zephyr: I like your screen name, Billy.
WindStormy: Thx :D I like yours to.
Zephyr: it’s different and says a lot about you.
WindStormy: Yeah? Like what?
Zephyr: Like the fact that you often have stormy emotions, you’ve had a very stormy pass and you’re currently in a stormy relationship.
WindStormy: you got all of that from my screen name.
Zephyr: And it is true, isn’t it?
WindStormy: Well, yeah.
Zephyr: Tell me about your partner.
I blew out the sigh as I stared at the screen not sure if I was ready to bear my soul to the stranger just yet.
Zephyr: Is the pic yours or just a pic you found that you like?
WindStormy: I found it.
Zephyr: Do you have a picture of yerself?
WindStormy: Yeah, but I’m not sharing it. Not yet.
Zephyr: That’s fine.
WindStormy: What about you? Is that your pic?
Zephyr: It is.
I look closer at the screen taking in the long dark wavy hair that fell before and behind strong broad shoulders. He didn’t looked like he went out in the sun much, but he looked really very healthy. And it was the eyes that captured me. He had two beautiful sapphire gems in the center of them that stared at me past two strips of black brows and long lashes. I was caught in the gaze of the picture as if hypnotize by it until I could have sworn they blinked at me.
I bolted back in my chair with the gasp wanting to believe I was just seeing things. Maybe a trick of light from outside or maybe just the screen flashed at me. But I couldn’t stop myself from clicking on the pick that opened up a blank page with a larger rendering of the same picture. I drew close to my flat screen staring long at those blue eyes.
Zephyr: Billy?
WindStormy: Yes?
Zephyr: What are you doing?
WindStormy: Staring at your picture.
Zephyr: Why?
WindStormy: I don’t know… I find you attractive, I guess…
Zephyr: You guess? What a thing to say, Billy. Either you do for you don’t. Wow, that made me feel really good, thank you!
WindStormy: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Maybe I’m just a little shy to say so.
Zephyr: You don’t strike me as the shy type, my boy.
I sighed again. He was right, but it didn’t mean he had to know that fact. Yet I felt compelled to answer honestly.
WindStormy: Look, I’m sorry… I just coulda swore the eyes blinked at me…. musta been a glitch or somethin, but it took me off guard.
Zephyr: well, that’s all you had to say, kid. And anyway, honesty suits you much better.
WindStormy: LOL… Ok, I’ll remember that.
Zephyr: good.
I minimized the chat window to look at the picture again. This time it appeared that one corner of his full lips were turned up in a wicked grin.
“Whoa! This is just too weird!” I groaned to myself.
The chat window in the taskbar flashed and I opened it again.
Zephyr: you’re staring again, aren’t you?
WindStormy: LOL… yeah… um… I think yer pic is possessed or sumthin.
Zephyr: ROFLMAO! Why?
WindStormy: cuz, now yer smiling at me… in a really wicked way.
Zephyr: I really like you, Billy. Tell me more about yourself.
We talked until just before dawn. I had begun to relax with him a little and read about his mundane life that he was typing to me about. But I didn’t think it was all that mundane. From what he was telling me, he was well off and didn’t work, he liked parties and men and women – it didn’t seem to matter one way or the other to him. He owned a large house and often felt very lonely at times, and he was looking for a partner to share his ‘existence’ with.
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