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her back and her hands trembled as she brought her lighter to her cigarette. Hello. I said. I
don't have any change. She started but then she turned to look at me and stopped. Her cigar-
ette fell from her lips.
 Hi. She said. Dresden. I smiled and took her gloved hand in mine. Dresden... no I'm
Gwen. She muttered. I laughed. She let me usher her back inside but she wasn't so easily
won over. She was suspicious of me, of my kindness and attraction toward her. I only want
you to sing for me. I would tell her. I remained patient with her of course. She was 22, a strug-
gling artist and didn't want anything to do with me she said curtly.
 Yet she kept coming back to the bar night after night and she would walk right over to my
table and sit down. She wouldn't let me take her out to dinner. So we sat and I spent most of
the evening persuading her to fall in love with me. She thought this hilarious of course, who
wouldn't. Then the lease on her closet sized studio apartment was up and she didn't have the
money to rent it out any longer and I successfully persuaded her to move into my home in
downtown Manhattan.
 It was an interesting thing, to live with a mortal and try to keep my secret from her. The
house was soon filled with things I had never seen such as toothpaste and toilet paper, food
was in the cupboards and the heat was actually put into use. She didn't make it easy for me
to take care of her however. I had to press a credit card on her, she said it was unnecessary
for me to give a car when she could take a taxi or ride the subway.
 She did allow me to buy her art supplies without complaint, her paints and canvases as
she needed these things more than she needed air. Gwen cursed a whole lot, every other
sentence was punctuated with a swear word. I told her it wasn't lady like and she told me to
piss off. She was maddening really, but I loved her. Especially when she would sing. Her
voice drifting up to me from the kitchen and onto the rooftop where I sat watching the city be-
low.
 Gwen wasn't fooled by the excuses I gave her as to why I wasn't around during the day. I
remember the night when she accused me of being a vampire. She was in the little room next
to the one we shared, painting one of those abstract ugly pieces that were all the rage then.
She had the stereo in the corner turned on and she was dancing back and forth between the
canvas and her paints. I've got to let you, I've got to let you know you're one of my kind. She
sang. Then she noticed me leaning against the doorframe.
 Babe! She exclaimed immediately dropping her paintbrush and jumping into my arms
wrapping her legs around my waist. She crushed her lips on mine and wove her fingers
through my hair.
 I swiftly placed her on her feet and she frowned. I used my thumb to wipe a smudge of
Kelly Green acrylic off of her cheek. Why do you always do that? She asked me. And what is
that, Gwendolyn? I smiled at her brushing one of her red curls from her face. You know what
I'm talking about. We have yet to have sex Dresden, It's been a whole year now. She followed
after me as I had abruptly turned around and left the room as soon as she uttered the word
sex.
 You're gay aren't you? She accused when she cornered me in our living room. I am not
gay. I laughed. She frowned at me, Do you have AIDS? She asked. Christ, woman. No! I
sighed as I sat down on our long L-shaped leather couch and pulled her on to my lap. Her
arms went around my neck and I kissed her throat.
 You always tease me. She hissed as I laid her down on the couch. I lay in between her
legs and trailed my hand down to the waist of her leggings. She wiggled out from under me
and stood up. Gwendolyn. I groaned as she started to pace in front of me, I sat up and pre-
pared myself for her tirade. You appear out of no where every night. Suddenly you're just
there and you expect me to believe you're not married. She shouted. I am not married! I said
exasperated. I want you to tell me the truth.
 I stood up and looked down intently into her bright green eyes. She looked contemplative
for a moment. Oh! Oh! She called out stepping away from me, her eyes danced wildly. Oh! Of
course! Of course! You're impossibly beautiful! You're ridiculously rich and I know nothing of
your past. You're uncomfortable being to close to me during my period! You're a walking
Anne Rice novel. She pointed one finger at me then covered her mouth with both hands.
 I remained frozen to my spot. I don't know what to say. I replied simply. Gwendolyn came
over to me and kissed my lips. Show me. She demanded softly. I turned my head away from
her. Show me! She said again. I bared my fangs to her and she didn't flinch at all. She stood
perfectly still. She had even reached up to touch them but I slapped her hand away. Don't be
foolish. I warned. Why didn't you tell me? She asked softly. How could I? Could you have be-
lieved me? I bent down to kiss her and she returned my affections eagerly.
 I love you. I frigging love you! She insisted. And so she stayed with me continuing on as
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