Chapter 43 - A PROPER Honeymoon... whatever THAT is

I was just putting some clothes on, over my now-dry underwear, when he came into the bathroom, and his face was mellower. I put my top on, and then he wrapped me into a huge hug.

“I’m sorry; I’m so sorry.” He whispered into my hair.

“Will you tell me now, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Aquanorns are descended from unicorns, though they are now adapted to the water, but do behave in vaguely the same way. They stab their prey in the foot or hand with their talons, to knock them unconscious, though if it were a human, it would kill them. Usually they are very tame creatures, and only attack when feeding time is near, but because we went so near to them, they felt under threat, and attacked the nearest one of us: you.” He explained.

“But why were you so down earlier?” I couldn’t understand.

“Because I realised that if you were still human, you’d be dead by now, and the fact that you’ll keep going conscious and unconscious for the next six days before you’ll be normal again.” He sighed.

“Oh, I see…” I sighed, my ever-genius answer for everything.


“So the honeymoon will really begin in a week, and we’re not going in the deep waters – I didn’t know that they ranged this far inshore” He admitted.

“Oh, okay – what are we going to do then? Put me to sleep for six days?” I asked, laughing.

“Sorry but yeah; you might be in pain.” He grimaced.

“Okay, just let me go lie down first, yeah?” I asked, feeling worried about needles, and he nodded, laughing, and followed me through to the bedroom.


I went and laid down, in the middle of the bed. He put the needle into my arm, and squeezed the liquid in. He laughed when I cursed under my breath about the needle, and then everything went black.

On about the third day, I started dreaming, and they were pleasant dreams:

I was holding a tiny baby in my arms, and it looked a lot like my Mum, and it also looked a lot like Dougie, my Dad-in-law (wow that makes me feel old).

Then my thoughts went blank again.

The next two days, I had the same dream, but this time, Joe was there, and it all seemed so real; I wanted it to be real.

That’s when I woke up, and tears trickled down mine and Joe’s cheeks – of course he’d be watching and listening.


“I’m sorry – forget that I thought them.” I said, sitting up, propping myself up on my elbow.

“I will give you the chance.” He said, sounding determined.

“I know.” I sighed, and to be honest, I knew that he’d want to soon, which gave me the butterflies, and something close to stage-fright.

“Only when you’re ready” He promised me.

“Hmm... Did you actually want to this century?” I laughed, though he only chuckled once; he was more serious about it than I had thought he was.


I went to have a shower, and shave my legs, before getting dried, dressed and perfumed.

When I walked back out into the bedroom, I realised that I didn’t have a clue what time it was.

I looked around for a clock, but couldn’t find one, and then remembered seeing a sun-dial close to where we landed the plane.

I walked outside, round to the sun-dial, and apparently it was midnight.

It didn’t really make much difference to me, but I was thirsty, so it made sense to go and hunt, though I should probably go to find Joe first...


He was still sitting on the bed, though I could have sworn that I hadn’t seen him there when I’d been looking for a clock.

“Thirsty?” He asked, looking at my eyes.

“Yeah – are you coming hunting?” I asked casually.

“Yeah – haven’t hunted for about three weeks.” He admitted.

“How do you hunt here?” I asked. “with chopsticks?”

We both laughed, but he shook his head.

“No, that’s China.” And we started laughing all over again.

“Wait – what do we hunt? Parrots?” I asked sarcastically.

“Nearly – parakeets.” He said, being almost serious, grinning at me.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” I asked, with mock-enthusiasm.

“Nothing; let’s go!” He enthused, perking up.


We went outside, and climbed a tree each, then quickly bonked about three birds on the head each, and drained them of blood.

We slid down the trees, and I was wondering what we should do next...


“You know we could go for a swim-” He started.

“And get knocked unconscious again by Aquanorns?” I interrupted him.

“In the shallows then” He compromised.

“Not a chance.” I said, firmly.

“Will you please let me into your thoughts again?” He asked.

“Fine, but only because it’s tiring to try to keep you out.” I said – I didn’t want him thinking that I was weak and a pushover.

“Let’s just go and watch some TV.” Joe suggested.

“Good idea – the Simpsons might be on.” I agreed, but then remembered that it was gone midnight.

‘Erm… No, the Simpsons might not be on at this time…’ He laughed to himself, so I let him pretend that I couldn’t hear his thoughts.


We sat next to each other, with his arm wrapped around me, on the huge double-bed. He flicked to the Sports Channel, as we had missed the latest Yankees game…

We admittedly both got bored, half an hour into the game, so we went about looking for things to do…


In the morning, we were both feeling weak, so I blamed it on there not being enough energy in Parakeets to satisfy us.

He had disagreed, and told me that it was something else, so I had assumed that he had been attacked by Aquanorns too, but he had said that it wasn’t that either.


I couldn’t remember doing anything too strenuous last night, but then again, he was usually more energetic than me, so I decided that it had been that there was not enough energy in Parakeet blood – after all, it takes time to get used to these things...


We did daily activities after that, and had a proper honeymoon, as other humans would have, or other vampires, for that matter.

The time to go home came too quickly, and I soon found that we were packing our clothes into our large suitcases and piling them into the plane.

I was determined to not look or anything whilst being in the plane, so I wouldn’t get nervous and have to shout at Joe for lifting his hands off the steering device, not that he wouldn’t be thinking it of course, just to get on my nerves.

The End

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