Jenny draws the curtains so a thin line of light pierces the darkness.
You trip, and you’ll turn to ash, Aldous always warned.
Would that be so bad, silly old vampire? she’d kid.
He’d smile, watching her hands play with the light as humans do with a flame.
She never missed a morning in her 300 immortal years. Today she just stares. Jenny still loves the light, even though humans used it to turn her beloved to ash.
“Good bye, old friend,” she says to the light.
She draws the curtains to the light for good.
